PYE.
Puh, be’t not in your care:
Leave that to me and my directions.
Well, Captain, doubt not thy delivery now,
E’en with the vantage, man, to gain by prison,
As my thoughts prompt me: hold on, brain and plot!
I aim at many cunning far events,
All which I doubt not but to hit at length.
I’ll to the Widdow with a quaint assault.
Captain, be merry.
CAPTAIN.
Who, I? Kerrie, merry, Buff-Jerkin.
PYE. Oh, I am happy in more slights, and one will knit strong in another.—Corporal Oath.
CORPORAL.
Hoh, Bully?
PYE.
And thou, old Peter Skirmish; I have a necessary task for you
Both.
SKIRMISH.
Lay’t upon, George Pye-board.
CORPORAL.
What ere it be, we’ll manage it.
PYE. I would have you two maintain a quarrel before the Lady Widdow’s door, and draw your swords i’th edge of the Evening; clash a little, clash, clash.
CORPORAL.
Fuh!
Let us alone to make our Blades ring noon,
Tho it be after Supper.
PYE. I know you can. And out of that false fire, I doubt not but to raise strange belief—And, Captain, to countenance my device the better, and grace my words to the Widdow, I have a good plain Satin suit, that I had of a young Reveller t’other night: for words pass not regarded now a days, unless they come from a good suit of clothes, which the Fates and my wits have bestowed upon me. Well, Captain Idle, if I did not highly love thee, I would ne’er be seen within twelve score of a prison, for I protest at this instant, I walk in great danger of small debts; I owe money to several Hostesses, and you know such Jills will quickly be upon a man’s Jack.