CAPT. POUTS. Then, captain, thou art cast. Would I had gone to Cleveland! Worldly loves money better than I love his daughter. I'll to some company in garrison. Good bye. C. FRED. Nay, ye shall dedicate this day to me. We speak but by the way, man: ne'er despair; I can assure you, she is yet as free as air. PEN. And you may kill the merchant with a look: I'd threaten him to death. My honor'd lord Shall be your friend: go to, I say he shall: You shall have his good word. Shall he, my lord? C. FRED. 'Sfoot! he shall have my bond to do him good. PEN. La! 'tis the worthiest lord in Christendom. O captain, for some fourscore brave spirits, once To follow such a lord in some attempt! CAPT. POUTS. A hundred, sir, were better. _Enter_ OLD SIR INNOCENT NINNY, MY LADY NINNY, SIR ABRAHAM, _and_ MISTRESS WAGTAIL. C. FRED. Here's more guests. CAPT. POUTS. Is that man and wife? PEN. It is Sir Innocent Ninny: that's his lady, And that Sir Abraham, their only son. [_Count Frederick discoursing with Sir Innocent and Lady: Abraham looking about._ CAPT. POUTS. But did that little old dried neat's tongue, that eel-skin, get him? PEN. So 'tis said, captain. CAPT, POUTS. Methinks he in his lady should show like a needle in a bottle of hay. PEN. One may see by her nose what pottage she loves. CAPT. POUTS. Is your name Abraham? Pray, who dwells in your mother's backside,[20] at the sign of the aqua-vitæ bottle? PEN. God's precious! Save you, Mistress Wagtail. [_Pulls her by the sleeve._ WAG. Sweet Master Pendant. ABRA. Gentlemen, I desire your better acquaintance. You must pardon my father; he's somewhat rude, and my mother grossly brought up, as you may perceive. C. FRED. Young Master Abraham! cry ye mercy, sir. ABRA. Your lordship's poor friend, and Sir Abraham Ninny. The dub-a-dub of honour, piping hot Doth lie upon my worship's shoulder-blade. SIR INN. Indeed, my lord, with much cost and labour we have got him knighted; and being knighted under favour, my lord, let me tell ye he'll prove a sore knight, as e'er run at ring. He is the one and only Ninny of our house. L. NIN. He has cost us something, ere he came to this. Hold up your head, Sir Abraham. ABRA. Pish, pish, pish, pish! C. FRED. D'ye hear how-- PEN. O my lord. CAPT. POUTS. I had well hoped she could not have spoke, she is so fat. C. FRED. Long may'st thou wear thy knighthood; and thy spurs Prick thee to honour on, and prick off curs. ABRA. Sir Abraham thanks your honour, and I hope your lordship will consider the simplicity of parents: a couple of old fools, my lord, and I pray so take 'em. OMNES. Ha! ha! ha! ABRA. I must be fain to excuse you here: you'll be needs coming abroad with me. If I had no more wit than you now, we should be finely laughed at.