Love. Are you all unworthy? your whole sex falsehood? is it not possible to oblige a man to be loyal? this is such a treachery no age can match! apply yourself with youth and wit to gain a lady's love and friendship, only to betray it? was it not enough you commanded my fortune, but you must wreck my honour too, and instead of being grateful for that charity which still assisted your wants, strive to pay me with injuries, and attempt to make the world believe I pay to lose my fame; and then make me the scorned subject of your whore's mirth? Base and unworthy! [He smiles.] Do you smile, false one? I shall find a time for you too, and my vengeance shall find you all.
Faith. Yea, sir; and you that had such ready wit to proclaim my lady whore, and me bawd, I hope to see you load a gallows for it.
Capt. Once again, is it peace or war?
Love. Peace! I'll have thy blood first, dog. Where's my pearl? [She speaks to Wild.] You ought to right me, sir, in this particular; it was to you I sent them.
Wild. Madam, I sent not for them.
Capt. No more words: I have them, I earned them, and you paid them.
Faith. You are a foul-mouthed fellow, sirrah.
Love. Peace, wench, I scorn their slander, it cannot shake my honour: 'tis too weighty and too fixed for their calumny.
Jolly. I'll be sworn for my part on't; I think it is a great honour: I am sure I had as much as I could carry away in ten nights, and yet there was no miss on't.
Capt. You! I think so; there's no mark of my work, you see, and yet I came after thee, and brought away loads would have sunk a sedan-man.