Part 19 (1/2)

SIR G.o.dFREY.

Thou sayest true, Nicholas, but he has put off that now; that lies by him.

CAPTAIN.

Faith, Knight, in few words, I presume so much upon the power of my Art; that I could warrant your Chain again.

SIR G.o.dFREY.

O dainty Captain!

CAPTAIN.

Marry, it will cost me much sweat; I were better go to sixteen whot-houses.

SIR G.o.dFREY.

Aye, good man, I warrant thee.

CAPTAIN.

Beside great vexation of Kidney and Liver.

NICHOLAS.

O, twill tickle you here-abouts, Coozen, because you have not been used toot.

SIR G.o.dFREY.

No? have you not been used too't, Captain?

CAPTAIN.

Plague of all fools still!--Indeed, Knight, I have not used it a good while, and therefore twill strain me so much the more, you know.

SIR G.o.dFREY.

Oh, it will, it will.

CAPTAIN.

What plunges he puts me to! were not this Knight a fool, I had been twice spoiled now; that Captain's worse than accurst that has an a.s.s to his Kinsman. Sfoot, I fear he will drivell't out before I come toot.--Now, sir--to come to the point in deed--you see I stick here in the jaw of the Marshalsea, and cannot doo't.

SIR G.o.dFREY.

Tut, tut, I know thy meaning; thou wouldst say thou'rt a prisoner. I tell thee thou'rt none.

CAPTAIN.

How none? why, is not this the Marshallsea?

SIR G.o.dFREY.

Woult hear me speak? I hard of thy rare conjuring; My chain was lost; I sweat for thy release, As thou shalt do the like at home for me.

Keeper.

[Enter Keeper.]

KEEPER.

Sir.

SIR G.o.dFREY.

Speak, is not this man free?