[To the Corporal.]
CORPORAL.
Pax, I’ll thump ’im to’t.
PYE.
Why, do but try the Fopster, and break it to him bluntly.
CAPTAIN. And so my disgrace will dwell in his Jaws, and the slave slaver out our purpose to his Master, for would I were but as sure on’t as I am sure he will deny to do’t.
NICHOLAS. I would be heartily glad, Cousin, if any of my friendships, as they say, might—stand—ah—
PYE. Why, you see he offers his friendship foolishly to you already.
CAPTAIN.
Aye, that’s the hell on’t, I would he would offer it wisely.
NICHOLAS.
Verily, and indeed la, Cousin—
CAPTAIN. I have took note of thy fleers a good while: if thou art minded to do me good—as thou gapst upon me comfortably, and giv’st me charitable faces, which indeed is but a fashion in you all that are Puritains—wilt soon at night steal me thy Master’s chain?
NICHOLAS.
Oh, I shall swoon!