Sue. Prythee, chick.
Mis. Coote. Jest, quotha'! Here will be jesting of all sides, I think, if Jarvis keep his word.
Tim. Sirrah, whilst thou wert sent for into the next room, up came our second course; amongst others, in a dish of blackbirds, there lay one that I swore was a woodcock: you were at table, captain?
Capt. That I was, and our brave mad crew, which for my sake you are pleased to make welcome.
Tim. Pish, we'll have as many more to-morrow night; but still I swore 'twas a woodcock: she swore 'twas a blackbird; now who shall we be tried by but Serjeant Sliceman, Captain Carvegut's cousin here? a trifling wager, a matter of the reckoning was laid; the serjeant swore 'twas a blackbird. I presently paid the reckoning, and she clapped o' the breast presently, and swore 'twas a woodcock, as if any other would pass after the reckoning was paid.
Mis. Coote. This was a pretty one, I protest.
Tim. Made sure before such a mad crew of witnesses, sirrah. Grannum, all's agreed, Sue's——
Sue. Ay, you may see how you men can betray poor maids.
Enter Lieutenant.
Lieut. Do you hear, corporal? yonder's Serjeant Sliceman, and the brave crew that supped with us, have called for three or four gallons of wine, and are offering money.