L. Plau. You shall use no ceremony, by my life.
Man. I do not intend it.
L. Plau. Why do you stir then?
Man. Only to see you out of doors, that I may shut 'em against more welcomes.
L. Plau. Nay, faith, that shall not pass upon your most faithful humble servant.
Man. Nor this any more upon me. [Aside.
L. Plau. Well, you are too strong for me.
Man. [Aside.] I'd sooner be visited by the plague; for that only would keep a man from visits, and his doors shut. [Exit thrusting out Lord Plausible.
1st Sail. Here's a finical fellow, Jack! What a brave fair-weather captain of a ship he would make!
2nd Sail. He a captain of a ship! it must be when she's in the dock then; for he looks like one of those that get the king's commissions for hulls to sell a king's ship, when a brave fellow has fought her almost to a longboat.