Grimes. Then went Tobackoe pipes to wrack, and oh the black potts sufferd without measure; nay, you swore (and for it paid your twelve pence) that if you were maior youd come disguisd on purpose to confou[nd] 'um.
Lov. Ist possible I could doe this?
Grimes. This, sir? Why you kickd one flat-nosd wench that snuffled, and swore she was a puritan.
Lov. Did not I pay for that oath too?
Grimes. No, sir; you bid the Constable keepe reckoning till it came to a some and you would pay him in totall. So, sir, with the spit in your hand away you runn, and we after yee, where you met with a roaring Captain.
Lov. Ha, now, now comes the misfortune.
Grimes. Then you stopt and stood a while waving to and froe, as in suspense; at length you fell, with a forward thrust, quite through his heart.
Lov. Ha, through his heart? the Captaines dead then?
Grimes. No sir, twas through a silver heart he weares in memory of his Mrs.
Lov. Ime glad of that: thou strukst me through the heart with thy newes.