Man. Have more care for the future, you slaves. Go, and with drawn cutlasses stand at the stair-foot, and keep all that ask for me from coming up; suppose you were guarding the scuttle to the powder-room. Let none enter here, at your and their peril.
1st Sail. No, for the danger would be the same: you would blow them and us up, if we should.
2nd Sail. Must no one come to you, sir?
Man. No man, sir.
1st Sail. No man, sir; but a woman then, an't like your honour—
Man. No woman neither, you impertinent dog! Would you be pimping? sea-pimp is the strangest monster she has.
2nd Sail. Indeed, an't like your honour, 'twill be hard for us to deny a woman anything, since we are so newly come on shore.
1st Sail. We'll let no old woman come up, though it were our trusting landlady at Wapping.
Man. Would you be witty, you brandy casks you? you become a jest as ill as you do a horse. Begone, you dogs! I hear a noise on the stairs. [Exeunt Sailors.
Free. Faith, I am sorry you would let the fop go, I intended to have had some sport with him.