Stranger:
And was the slave
For putting out with you? Where are you bound?


Captain:
To India. First he would sail, and then
Again he would not. But, my Lord, I swear
I never guesst he was a runaway.


Stranger:
Well, he shall have his mind and go with you
To India: a good slave he is, but bears
A restless thought. He has slipt off before,
And vexes me still to be watching him.
We'll make a bargain of him.


Captain:
I, my Lord?
I have no need of slaves: I am too poor.


Stranger:
For twenty silver pieces he is yours.


Captain: