Clap on more sails; pursue; up with [your fights]:
II. 2.
125 Give fire: she is my prize, or ocean whelm [them all]! [Exit.]
Fal. Sayest thou so, old Jack? go thy ways; I’ll make more of thy old body than I have done. Will they yet look after thee? Wilt thou, after the expense of so much money, be now a gainer? Good body, I thank thee. Let 130 them say ’tis grossly done; so it be fairly done, no matter.
[Enter Bardolph.]
Bard. Sir John, there’s one Master [Brook] below would fain speak with you, and be acquainted with you; and hath sent your worship a morning’s draught of sack.
Fal. Brook is his name?
135 Bard. Ay, sir.
Fal. Call him in. [Exit Bardolph.] Such [Brooks] are welcome to me, [that o’erflow] such liquor. Ah, ha! Mistress Ford and Mistress Page have I encompassed you? go to; via!
Re-enter Bardolph, with Ford disguised.
Ford. [Bless] you, sir!