PYE.
Corporal?
SKIRMISH.
Corporal?
CORPORAL.
In prison, honest Captain? this must not be.
NICHOLAS.
How do you, Captain Kinsman>
CAPTAIN.
Good Cocks-comb! what makes that pure, starch’d fool here?
NICHOLAS. You see, Kinsman, I am somewhat bold to call in, and see how you do. I heard you were safe enough, and I was very glad on’t that it was no worse.
CAPTAIN.
This is a double torture now,—this fool by’th book
Do’s vex me more than my imprisonment.
What meant you, Corporal, to hook him hither?
CORPORAL.
Who, he? he shall relieve thee, and supply thee;
I’ll make him do ’t.
CAPTAIN.
[Aside, to Oath.] Fie, what vain breath you spend! he supply?
I’ll sooner expect mercy from a Usurer when my bond’s
Forfeited, sooner kindness from a Layer when my money’s spent:
Nay, sooner charity from the devil, than good from a Puritan!
I’ll look for relief from him, when Lucifer is restor’d to
his blood, and in Heaven again.
NICHOLAS. I warrant, my Kinsman’s talking of me, for my left ear burns most tyrannically.