_Char._ You know, sir, he that first asserted the Antipodes died for that knowledge; and I, sir, having found out the melioration of metals, the ignorant will needs call it coining; and I am to be hanged for it, would you think it? _Y. Book._ When, pray sir, are you to be immortal? _Char._ On Friday next. I'm very unhappy our acquaintance is to be short. I'm very sorry your business is not over, sir, that, if it must be, we might go together. _Y. Book._ I'm highly obliged to you, sir. _Char._ Yet let me tell you, sir, because by secret sympathy I'm yours, I must acquaint you, if you can obtain the favour of an opportunity and a crucible, I can show projection--directly Sol, sir, Sol, sir, more bright than that high luminary the Latins called so--wealth shall be yours; we'll turn each bar about us into golden ingots.[74] Sir, can you lend me half-a-crown? _Y. Book._ Oh, sir, a trifle between such old acquaintance. _Storm._ You'll be indicted, sir, to-morrow. I would advise you, when your indictment's read, to one thing: that is, don't cavil at false Latin; but if by chance there should be a word of good, except to that, and puzzle the whole court. _Y. Book._ Sir, I'm obliged---- _Storm._ I defy the world to say I ever did an ill thing; I love my friend. But there is always some little trifle given to prisoners they call garnish; we of the road are above it, but o' t'other side of the house, silly rascals that came voluntarily hither----such as are in for fools, signed their own mittimus, in being bound for others,--may perhaps want it. I'll be your faithful almoner. _Y. Book._ Oh, by all means, sir. [_Gives him money._ _Storm._ Pray, sir, is that your footman? _Y. Book._ He is my friend, sir. _Storm._ Look you, sir, the only time to make use of a friend is in extremity. Do you think you could not hang him and save yourself? Sir, my service to you; your own health. _1st Pris._ Captain, your health. [_Gives it to the next prisoner._ _2nd Pris._ Captain, your health. _Storm._ But perhaps the captain likes brandy better. So-ho! brandy there. [_Drinks._] But you don't, perhaps, like these strong liquors. Cider, ho! [_Drinks to him in it._] Gentlemen all! But, captain, I see you don't love cider neither. You and I will be for claret then. Ay, marry! I knew this would please [_Drinks_] you. [_Drinks again._] Faith, we'll make an end on't; I'm glad you like it. _Turn._ I'm sorry, Captain Storm, to see you impose on a gentleman, and put him to charge in his misfortune. If a petty larceny fellow had done this----but one of the road! _Storm._ I beg your pardon, sir, I don't question but the captain understands there is a fee to you for going to the keeper's side. [BOOK. _and_ LATINE _give him money. Exeunt with_ TURNKEY, SIMON _following._] Nay, nay, you must stay here. _Sim._ Why, I am Simon, Madam Penelope's man. _Storm._ Then Madam Penelope's man must strip for garnish.[75] Indeed, Master Simon, you must.