Care. To let you see your wit's mortal, and not proof against all.
Wild. The parson hath shot it through with a jest.
Capt. Gentlemen, which of you, faith, had a hand in that?
Jolly. Faith, none; only a general joy to find the captain overreached.
Capt. But, do you go sharers in the profit as well as in the jest?
Jolly. No, faith, the toy's mine own.
Capt. They are very fine, and you may afford a good pennyworth. Will you sell them?
Jolly. Sell them! ay, where's a chapman?
Capt. Here; I'll purchase them.
Jolly. Thou! no, no, I have barred thee, bye and main,[220] for I am resolved not to fight for them: that excludes thy purchase by the sword; and thy wench has proved such a loss, in thy last adventure of wit, that I'm afraid it will spoil thy credit that way too.