1st Sail. 'Tis true I never saw him pleased but in the fight; and then he looked like one of us coming from the pay-table, with a new lining to our hats under our arms.
2nd Sail. A pox! he's like the Bay of Biscay, rough and angry, let the wind blow where 'twill.
1st Sail. Nay, there's no more dealing with him, than with the land in a storm, no near—
2nd Sail. 'Tis a hurry-durry blade. Dost thou remember after we had tugged hard the old leaky longboat to save his life, when I welcomed him ashore, he gave me a box on the ear, and called me fawning water-dog?
Re-enter Manly with Freeman.
1st Sail. Hold thy peace, Jack, and stand by; the foul weather's coming.
Man. You rascals! dogs! how could this tame thing get through you?
1st Sail. Faith, to tell your honour the truth, we were at hob in the hall,[94] and whilst my brother and I were quarrelling about a cast, he slunk by us.
2nd Sail. He's a sneaking fellow I warrant for't.