Staines. Why, then, do thou give him my name and character, for my aim is wholly at my worshipful master.
Long. Nay, thou shalt take another into him: one that laughs out his life in this ordinary, thanks any man that wins his money: all the while his money is losing, he swears by the cross of this silver; and, when it is gone, he changeth it to the hilts of his sword.
Enter Scattergood and Ninnihammer.
Staines. He'll be an excellent coach-horse for my captain.
Scat. Save you, gallants, save you.
Long. How think you now? have I not carved him out to you?
Staines. Thou hast lighted me into his heart; I see him thoroughly.
Scat. Ninnihammer!
Nin. Sir.