CAPTAIN.
And so my disgrace will dwell in his Jaws, and the slave
slaver out our purpose to his Master, for would I were but
as sure on't as I am sure he will deny to do't.

NICHOLAS.
I would be heartily glad, Cousin, if any of my friendships,
as they say, might--stand--ah--

PYE.
Why, you see he offers his friendship foolishly to you
already.

CAPTAIN.
Aye, that's the hell on't, I would he would offer it wisely.

NICHOLAS.
Verily, and indeed la, Cousin--

CAPTAIN.
I have took note of thy fleers a good while: if thou art
minded to do me good--as thou gapst upon me comfortably,
and giv'st me charitable faces, which indeed is but a
fashion in you all that are Puritains--wilt soon at night
steal me thy Master's chain?

NICHOLAS.
Oh, I shall swoon!

PYE.