CAPTAIN.
Turn over, George.
PYE. June—July: here, July; that’s this month. Sunday thirteen, yester day forteen, to day fifteen.
CAPTAIN. Look quickly for the fifteen day:—if within the compass of these two days there would be some Boystrous storm or other, it would be the best, I’d defer him off till then: some tempest, and it be thy will.
PYE.
Here’s the fifteen day—hot and fair.
CAPTAIN.
Puh, would t’ad been hot and foul.
PYE. The sixteen day; that’s to morrow: the morning for the most part fair and pleasant—
CAPTAIN.
No luck.
PYE.
But about high-noon, lightning and thunder.
CAPTAIN. Lightning and thunder! admirable, best of all: I’ll conjure to morrow just at high noon, George.
PYE. Happen but true to morrow, Almanack, and I’ll give thee leave to lie all the year after.