How in our voiding lobby hast thou stood
And duly waited for my coming forth?
[♦] This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalf
And therefore shall it charm thy riotous tongue.
[65] Whit. Speak, captain, shall I stab the forlorn swain?
Cap. First let my words stab him, as he hath me.
Suf. Base slave, thy words are blunt and so art thou.
Cap. Convey him hence and on our long-boat’s side
Strike off his head.
[♦]Suf. Thou darest not, for thy own.