_Bloody-B._ Half-moon, sir! by your favour 'twas a whole moon. _Four._ Brother, thou art in the right; 'twas a full moon, and such a moon, sir! _Sir Dav._ I doubt it not in the least, gentlemen; but, in the meanwhile, to our business. _Four._ With all my heart, so soon as you please. _Sir Dav._ Do you know this Beaugard? He's a devilish fellow, I can tell you that; he's a captain. _Four._ Has he a heart, think you, sir? _Sir Dav._ Oh, like a lion! he fears neither God, man, nor devil. _Bloody-B._ I'll bring it you for your breakfast to-morrow. Did you never eat a man's heart, sir? _Sir Dav._ Eat a man's heart, friend? _Four._ Ay, ay, a man's heart, sir; it makes absolutely the best ragout in the world: I have eaten forty of 'em in my time without bread. _Sir Dav._ O Lord, a man's heart! my humble service to you both, gentlemen. _Bloody-B._ Why, your Algerine pirates eat nothing else at sea; they have them always potted up like venison: your well-grown Dutchman's heart makes an excellent dish with oil and pepper. _Sir Dav._ O Lord, O Lord! friend, friend, a word with you: how much must you and your companion have to do this business? _Four._ What, and bring you the heart home to your house? _Sir Dav._ No, no, keeping the heart for your own eating.--I'll be rid of 'em as soon as possible I can. [_Aside._ _Four._ You say, sir, he's a gentleman? _Sir Dav._ Ay, such a sort of gentleman as are about this town: the fellow has a pretty handsome outside; but I believe little or no money in his pockets. _Four._ Therefore we are like to have the honour to receive the more from your worship's bounty. _Bloody-B._ For my part, I care for no man's bounty: I expect to have my bargain performed, and I'll make as good a one as I can. _Sir Dav._ Look you, friend, don't you be angry, friend; don't be angry, friend, before you have occasion: you say you'll have--let's see how much will you have now--I warrant the devil and all, by your good will. _Four._ Truly, Sir Davy, if, as you say, the man must be well murdered, without any remorse or mercy, betwixt Turk and Jew, 'tis honestly worth two hundred pounds. _Sir Dav._ Two hundred pounds! why, I'll have a physician shall kill a whole family for half the money. _Bloody-B._ Damme, sir, how do ye mean? _Sir Dav._ Damme, sir, how do I mean? Damme, sir, not to part with my money. _Bloody-B._ Not part, brother? _Four._ Brother, the wight is improvable, and this must not be borne withal. _Bloody-B._ Have I for this dissolved Circean charms? Broke iron durance; whilst from these firm legs The well-filed, useless fetters dropped away, And left me master of my native freedom? _Sir Dav._ What does he mean now?