_1st Gent._ On the coast of Dogs, sir; y'are i'th' Isle o' Dogs, I tell you, I see y'ave been washed in the Thames here, and I believe ye were drowned in a tavern before, or else you would never have took boat in such a dawning as this was. Farewell, farewell; we will not know you for shaming of you. I ken the man weel; he's one of my thirty pound knights.[76] _2nd Gent._ No, no, this is he that stole his knighthood o' the grand day for four pound given to a page; all the money in's purse, I wot well. [_Exeunt._ _Sea._ Death! colonel, I knew you were over-shot. 190 _Pe._ Sure I think now, indeed, Captain Seagull, we were something over-shot. _Enter_ QUICKSILVER. What! my sweet Frank Quicksilver! dost thou survive to rejoice me? But what! nobody at thy heels, Frank? Ay me! what is become of poor Mistress Security? _Qu._ 'Faith, gone quite from her name, as she is from her fame, I think; I left her to the mercy of the water. _Sea._ Let her go, let her go! Let us go to our ship at Blackwall, and shift us. 199 _Pe._ Nay, by my troth, let our clothes rot upon us, and let us rot in them; twenty to one our ship is attached by this time! If we set her not under sail this last tide, I never looked for any other. Woe, woe is me! what shall become of us? The last money we could make, the greedy Thames has devoured; and if our ship be attached, there is no hope can relieve us. _Qu._ 'Sfoot! knight, what an unknightly faintness transports thee! Let our ship sink, and all the world that's without us be taken from us, I hope I have some tricks in this brain of mine shall not let us perish. 210 _Sea._ Well said, Frank, i'faith. O, my nimble-spirited Quicksilver! 'Fore God! would thou hadst been our colonel! _Pe._ I like his spirit rarely; but I see no means he has to support that spirit. _Qu._ Go to, knight! I have more means than thou art aware of. I have not lived amongst goldsmiths and goldmakers all this while, but I have learned something worthy of my time with 'hem. And not to let thee stink where thou stand'st, knight, I'll let thee know some of my skill presently. 221 _Sea._ Do, good Frank, I beseech thee. _Qu._ I will blanch copper so cunningly that it shall endure all proofs but the test: it shall endure malleation, it shall have the ponderosity of Luna, and the tenacity of Luna--by no means friable. _Pe._ 'Slight! where learn'st thou these terms, trow?