SKIRMISH. I am twice sorry for you, Captain: first that your purchase was so small, and now that your danger is so great.
CAPTAIN. Push, the worst is but death,—ha you a pipe of Tobacco about you?
SKIRMISH.
I think I have there abouts about me.
[Captain blows a pipe.]
CAPTAIN.
Here’s a clean Gentleman, too, to receive.
PYE.
Well, I must cast about some happy slight.
Work brain, that ever didst thy Master right!
CAPTAIN.
Keeper! let the key be turn’d!
[Corporal and Nicholas within.]
NICHOLAS.
Aye, I pray, Master keeper, give’s a cast of your office.
CAPTAIN.
How now? more Visitants?—what, Corporal Oath?