NICHOLAS. O, twill tickle you here-abouts, Coozen, because you have not been used toot.
SIR GODFREY.
No? have you not been used too’t, Captain?
CAPTAIN. Plague of all fools still!—Indeed, Knight, I have not used it a good while, and therefore twill strain me so much the more, you know.
SIR GODFREY.
Oh, it will, it will.
CAPTAIN. What plunges he puts me to! were not this Knight a fool, I had been twice spoiled now; that Captain’s worse than accurst that has an ass to his Kinsman. Sfoot, I fear he will drivell’t out before I come toot.—Now, sir—to come to the point in deed—you see I stick here in the jaw of the Marshalsea, and cannot doo’t.
SIR GODFREY. Tut, tut, I know thy meaning; thou wouldst say thou’rt a prisoner. I tell thee thou’rt none.
CAPTAIN.
How none? why, is not this the Marshallsea?
SIR GODFREY.
Woult hear me speak? I hard of thy rare conjuring;
My chain was lost; I sweat for thy release,
As thou shalt do the like at home for me.
Keeper.
[Enter Keeper.]
KEEPER.
Sir.