Fid. Parting, sir! O let me not hear that dismal word.
Man. If my words frighten thee, begone the sooner; for to be plain with thee, cowardice and I cannot dwell together.
Fid. And cruelty and courage never dwelt together sure, sir. Do not turn me off to shame and misery, for I am helpless and friendless.
Man. Friendless! there are half a score friends for thee then.—[Offers her gold.] I leave myself no more: they'll help thee a little. Begone, go, I must be cruel to thee (if thou callest it so) out of pity.
Fid. If you would be cruelly pitiful, sir, let it be with your sword, not gold. [Exit.
Re-enter 1st Sailor.
1st Sail. We have, with much ado, turned away two gentlemen, who told us, forty times over, their names were Mr. Novel and Major Oldfox.
Man. Well, to your post again.—[Exit Sailor.] But how come those puppies coupled always together?
Free. O, the coxcombs keep each other company, to show each other, as Novel calls it; or, as Oldfox says, like two knives, to whet one another.
Man. And set other people's teeth on edge.