CAPTAIN.
My life for yours, Sir Godfrey.
SIR GODFREY. My Sister is very curious and dainty ore this Room, I can tell, and therefore if he must needs spit, I pray desire him to spit ith Chimney.
PYE. Why, assure you, Sir Godfrey, he shall not be brought up with so little manners to spit and spaul a’th flower.
SIR GODFREY. Why, I thank you, good Captain; pray have a care. Aye, fall to your Circle; we’ll not trouble you, I warrant you: come, we’ll in to the next Room, and be cause we’ll be sure to keep him out there, we’ll bar up the door with some of the Godlies zealous work.
EDMOND. That will be a find device, Nuncle, and because the ground shall be as holy as the door, I’ll tear two or three rosaries in pieces, and strew the leaves about the Chamber.
[Thunders.]
Oh, the devil already.
[Runs in.]
PYE. Sfoot, Captain, speak somewhat for shame; it lightens and thunders before thou wilt begin: why, when?
CAPTAIN. Pray, peace, George,—thou’lt make me laugh anon and spoil all.