QUARTFIELD

I will by Hector. You needy, shifting, cozening, breaking slave. Ask me for money, dog? What law you Cur? The law of Nature, Custom, Arms, and Nations, Frees men of war from payments. Say that again, And by Bellona J will cut thy throat. Why you Mongrel, You John of all Trades, have we been your guests Since you first kept a Tavern, when you had The face and impudence to hang a bush Out to three pints of Claret, two of Sack In all the world? I hear one oth' Sheriffs Paid for the boiling of a Carp a Mark. How cheap? Is not the standing of the salt and Item, And placing of the bred? Is not the folding of your Napkins brought Into the Bill? And we must pay For your Inventions, Sir. Peace you loud, bawling Cur; do you disgrace me Before these Gallants, See if I don't kill you. I embrace him; I have seen service, S r . Afore me, M r Plotwell, I never hoped to see you in silk again. What is Your Uncle dead? And shall's be merry i'faith? And if I At dinner do not give him sea enough, And afterwards if I, and Salewit do not Show him much better then he that shows the Tombs, Let me be turned into a Swordfish my self. Faith Gentlemen, I disciplined him for his rudeness. Bear back there. Bear back there. We take a shilling Sir. Keep out Sir. This is no place for scullers. There shall no more come in: come in boy. Gentleme ̄ , And Gentlewomen, you now shall see a sighed, Draws a Curtain behind it Timon thy a sleep Like a strange fish. Europe never showed the Like; behold this fish. We took him strangely in the Indies, near The mouth of Rio de la plata, a sleep Upon the shore just as you see him now. Ask him what things the Cou ̄ try told us. The Country has been laid, and warrants granted To apprehend him. That, Sir, is uncertain. Sometime he will be fullen, And make no answers. He is tired With talking all this day. That and the heat Of company about him, dull him. So, Sir, it has been To thousands more. Sir, you may, but he Will answer none but one of us. I shall be glad To give thanks for you, Sir, in pottle draughts, And shall love Scotch coal for this wrack the better, As long as I know fuel. HOw now mad Lads, what? is the storm broke up? What a mad plot These two old Merchant's had contrived, to feign A voyage, then to hunt you out disguised, And hear themselves abused? What is this Baneswright ? Let us Devise to get him hither and cross the Match. By Mars deny, and I Will act a Tragedy upon thee. Now thou art And honest hearted pimp, thou shalt for this Be drunk in Vine Dee, Rascal: I'll begin A Runlet to thee. The jest Will more inspire then sack. Before we do divide Our Army, let us dip our Rosemaries In one rich bowl of sack to this brave girl, And to the Gentleman that was my Fish. Sir, Doubt you reckon Air, And make it deer to breath in your house, and put The Nose to charges? BEarback there. Make room for the two Gentlewomen. Gentlewoman, that Was but and Irish Sturgeon. It is A fish taken in the Indies. You must stay. You cannot enter yet. Some knock. Nay J have seen him foxt, and then maintain A drunken Dialogue. But I'll try him: M S Sea. To see what Creatures may be brought to. Time, You are drunk. I drink to you, Timothy, In sack. A health, Time. Good people, we Do show no more to day; if you desire They draw the Cur taine before him. To see, come to us in Kings-street to morrow If J had stayed they had paid me for a Captain. Come, Lets in and drink a health to our success. Sirrah, I'll Beatrice you into air. 'Tis most unreasonable He has a hardened conscience. Sirrah, Cheater, You would be questioned for your reckonings, Rogue. Men of my coat pay? Rascal Jle make you trust and offer me petitions To go oth' score. No soldiers ought to pay. And Time, What think you of a wench now? Mad wags, mad wags. I'll tell you You will admire how docile he is, and how He'll imitate a man; tell him your name He will repeat it after you; he has herd me Called Captain and my fellow curse sometime, And now you herd him say pox take you Captain. Yes and Hawkins ; A sign he was a fish that swum there, when These two compassed the world. He'l call for drink Like me, or any thing He lacks. D'you hear him? Salewit away; Exit Queen. Salewit. I feel a tempest coming. Death you Pander. Forbid the banes or I will cut your wizzell; And spoil your squiring in the dark; J've herd Of your lewd function, Sirrah; you prefer Wenches to Bawdy-houses, Rascal. Nay old boy the hast a good pennyworth on't. The jest is worth Three parts of four.