PYE. Fear not, Captain, you must put it to’th venture now. Nay, tis time: call upon e’m, take pity on e’m, for I believe some of ’em are in a pitiful case by this time.
CAPTAIN. Sir Godfrey? Nicholas, Kinsman—Sfoot, they’re fast at it still, George. Sir Godfrey!
SIR GODFREY.
Oh, is that the devil’s voice? how comes he to know my name?
CAPTAIN.
Fear not, Sir Godfrey, all’s quieted.
SIR GODFREY.
What, is he laid?
CAPTAIN.
Laid; and has newly dropt your chain ith Garden.
SIR GODFREY.
Ith Garden! in our Garden?
CAPTAIN.
Your Garden.
SIR GODFREY.
O sweet Conjurer! where abouts there?
CAPTAIN.
Look well about a bank of Rosemary.