CAPTAIN.
And my three times thrice honey Cousin.
NICHOLAS. Nay, grace of God, I’ll rob him on’t suddenly, and hang it in the Rosemary bank; but I bear that mind, Cousin, I would not steal any thing, me thinks, for mine own Father.
SKIRMISH.
He bears a good mind in that, Captain!
PYE.
Why, well said; he begins to be an honest felow, faith.
CORPORAL.
In troth, he does.
NICHOLAS. You see, Cousin, I am willing to do you any kindness, always saving my self harmless.
[Exit Nicholas.]
CAPTAIN.
Why, I thank thee; fare thee well, I shall requite it.
CORPORAL. Twill be good for thee, Captain, that thou has such an egregious Ass to thy Cousin.
CAPTAIN. Aye, is he not a fine fool, Corporal? But, George, thou talkst of Art and Conjuring; How shall that be?