Cla. Will you goe?—Sister, I have shakd mine off. What stayes this nifle[115] for?
Crac. Nay, call me what you will, she is my prise, And I will keepe her.—Captaine, to her Captaine.
Suc. You must not part thus, Mrs; here are men Has scapd—
Cla. The Gallowes.
Suc. Ile rigg you up; although you were a Carack I shall find tackling for you.
Bel. You are uncivill; pray, desist.
Crac. Not kisse a gentleman? a pretty ring this same: I have a mind to it and I must have it.
Bel. You will not robb me of it?
Suc. I will intreate this glove which shall adorne In fight my burgonett.
Cla. Some honest hostesse Ere this has made a chamber pot of it.