Tho. What, and please your worship?
Un. I am made a Captaine of the traind band,[214] Thomas, and this is my Commission, this very paper hath made me a Captaine.
Tho. Are you a paper Captaine, Sir? I thought more had gone to the makeing up of a Captaine.
Un. They are fooles that thinke so, provided he have the favour of the Livetenant of the County.
Tho. Which it seemes you have.
Un. The honour of it is more then the thing, Thomas, since I did not bribe the Secretarys steward or what servant else so ever hath the government of his Lordship therein.
Tho. This is very strange.
Un. Not so much as transitorie wicker bottles to his Deputy Livetenant, no fewell for his winter, no carriages for his summer, no steple sugarloaves to sweeten his neighbours at Christmas, no robbing my brave tennants of their fatt Capons or Chickens to present his worship withall, Thomas.
Tho. I cry your worship mercy, you sold him land the last terme; I had forgott that.
Un. I, that lay convenient for him. I us'd him like a gentleman and tooke litle or nothing; 'twere pitty two or three hundred acres of dirt should make friends fall out: we should have gone to fenceing schools.