Y. Book. He is my friend, sir.
Storm. Look you, sir, the only time to make use of a friend is in extremity. Do you think you could not hang him and save yourself? Sir, my service to you; your own health.
1st Pris. Captain, your health. [Gives it to the next prisoner.
2nd Pris. Captain, your health.
Storm. But perhaps the captain likes brandy better. So-ho! brandy there. [Drinks.] But you don't, perhaps, like these strong liquors. Cider, ho! [Drinks to him in it.] Gentlemen all! But, captain, I see you don't love cider neither. You and I will be for claret then. Ay, marry! I knew this would please [Drinks] you. [Drinks again.] Faith, we'll make an end on't; I'm glad you like it.
Turn. I'm sorry, Captain Storm, to see you impose on a gentleman, and put him to charge in his misfortune. If a petty larceny fellow had done this——but one of the road!
Storm. I beg your pardon, sir, I don't question but the captain understands there is a fee to you for going to the keeper's side. [Book. and Latine give him money. Exeunt with Turnkey, Simon following.] Nay, nay, you must stay here.
Sim. Why, I am Simon, Madam Penelope's man.
Storm. Then Madam Penelope's man must strip for garnish.[75] Indeed, Master Simon, you must.