Free. Give you a ship! why, you will not solicit it.
Man. If I have not solicited it by my services, I know no other way.
Free. Your servant, sir; nay, then I'm satisfied, I must solicit my widow the closer, and run the desperate fortune of matrimony on shore. [Exit.
Enter Vernish.
Man. How!—Nay, here is a friend indeed; and he that has him in his arms can know no wants. [Embraces Vernish.
Ver. Dear sir! and he that is in your arms is secure from all fears whatever: nay, our nation is secure by your defeat at sea, and the Dutch that fought against you have proved enemies to themselves only in bringing you back to us.
Man. Fy! fy! this from a friend? and yet from any other 'twere insufferable: I thought I should never have taken anything ill from you.
Ver. A friend's privilege is to speak his mind, though it be taken ill.
Man. But your tongue need not tell me you think too well of me; I have found it from your heart, which spoke in actions, your unalterable heart. But Olivia is false, my friend, which I suppose is no news to you.
Ver. He's in the right on't. [Aside.