Sir J. Wor. Find them out, brave captain.
Win honour and get money; by that time
I'll get a daughter for my noble captain.
Capt. Pouts. Good, sir, good.
Sir J. Wor. Honour is honour, but it is no money.
This is the tumbler, then, must catch the coney.
[Aspiciens Strange.
Capt. Pouts. Thou art an old[24] fellow. Are you a merchant, sir?
Strange. I shame not to say yes. Are you a soldier, sir?
Abra. A soldier, sir? O God! Ay, he is a captain.
Strange. He may be so, and yet no soldier, sir;
For as many are soldiers, that are no captains,
So many are captains, that are no soldiers.
Capt. Pouts. Right, sir: and as many are citizens that are no cuckolds——
Strange. So many are cuckolds that are no citizens. What ail you, sir, with your robustious looks?
Capt. Pouts. I would be glad to see for my money: I have paid for my standing.