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SKIRMISH.
I am twice sorry for you, Captain: first that your purchase was so small, and now that your danger is so great.
CAPTAIN.
Push, the worst is but death,--ha you a pipe of Tobacco about you?
SKIRMISH.
I think I have there abouts about me.
[Captain blows a pipe.]
CAPTAIN.
Here's a clean Gentleman, too, to receive.
PYE.
Well, I must cast about some happy slight.
Work brain, that ever didst thy Master right!
CAPTAIN.
Keeper! let the key be turn'd!
[Corporal and Nicholas within.]
NICHOLAS.
Aye, I pray, Master keeper, give's a cast of your office.
CAPTAIN.
How now? more Visitants?--what, Corporal Oath?
PYE.
Corporal?
SKIRMISH.
Corporal?
CORPORAL.
In prison, honest Captain? this must not be.
NICHOLAS.
How do you, Captain Kinsman>
CAPTAIN.
Good c.o.c.ks-comb! what makes that pure, starch'd fool here?
NICHOLAS.
You see, Kinsman, I am somewhat bold to call in, and see how you do. I heard you were safe enough, and I was very glad on't that it was no worse.
CAPTAIN.
This is a double torture now,--this fool by'th book Do's vex me more than my imprisonment.
What meant you, Corporal, to hook him hither?
CORPORAL.
Who, he? he shall relieve thee, and supply thee; I'll make him do 't.
CAPTAIN.
[Aside, to Oath.] Fie, what vain breath you spend! he supply?
I'll sooner expect mercy from a Usurer when my bond's Forfeited, sooner kindness from a Layer when my money's spent: Nay, sooner charity from the devil, than good from a Puritan!
I'll look for relief from him, when Lucifer is restor'd to his blood, and in Heaven again.
NICHOLAS.
I warrant, my Kinsman's talking of me, for my left ear burns most tyrannically.
PYE.
Captain Idle, what's he there? he looks like a Monkey upward, and a Crane down-ward.
CAPTAIN.
Pshaw, a foolish Cousin of mine; I must thank G.o.d for him.
PYE.
Why, the better subject to work a scape upon; thou shalt o'en change clothes with him, and leave him here, and so--
CAPTAIN.
Push, I publish't him e'en now to my Corporal: he will be d.a.m.ned, ere he do me so much good; why, I know a more proper, a more handsome device than that, if the slave would be sociable. Now, goodman Fleer-face.
NICHOLAS.
Oh, my Cousin begins to speak to me now: I shall be acquainted with him again, I hope.
SKIRMISH.
Look what ridiculous Raptures take hold of his wrinkles.
PYE.
Then, what say you to this device? a happy one, Captain?
CAPTAIN.
Speak low, George; Prison Rats have wider ears than those in Malt-lofts.
NICHOLAS.
Cousin, if it lay in my power, as they say--to--do--
CAPTAIN.
Twould do me an exceeding pleasure, indeed, that, but ne'er talk forder on't: the fool will be hang'd, ere he do't.
[To the Corporal.]
CORPORAL.
Pax, I'll thump 'im to't.
PYE.
Why, do but try the Fopster, and break it to him bluntly.
