Ron. Have you forgot
Your dear friend Ronca, whom you lov'd so well?
Trin. O, I remember now, my dear friend Ronca.
Ron. Thanks to the fortune of the seas, that sav'd you.
Trin. I fear I owe him money. How shall I shift him?
[Aside.]
How does your body, Ronca?
Ron. My dear Antonio,
Never so well as now I have the power
Thus to embrace my friend, whom all th' Exchange
Gave drown'd for three whole months. My dear Antonio!
Trin. I thank you, sir.
Ron. I thank you.
Trin. While my dear Ronca
Clipp'd me,[322] my purse shook dangerously; yet both his arms
And hands embrac'd my neck. Here's none behind me.
How can this be?