lothes, Sir Joseph?

SIR JO. Ha, ha, ha, a very good jest, I profess, ha, ha, ha, a very good
jest, and I did not know that I had said it, and that's a better jest
than t'other. 'Tis a sign you and I ha'n't been long acquainted; you
have lost a good jest for want of knowing me--I only mean a friend of
mine whom I call my Back; he sticks as close to me, and follows me
through all dangers--he is indeed back, breast, and head-piece, as it
were, to me. Agad, he's a brave fellow. Pauh, I am quite another thing
when I am with him: I don't fear the devil (bless us) almost if he be by.
Ah! had he been with me last night--

SHARP. If he had, sir, what then? he could have done no more, nor
perhaps have suffered so much. Had he a hundred pound to lose?
[_Angrily_.]

SIR JO. O Lord, sir, by no means, but I might have saved a hundred
pound: I meant innocently, as I hope to be saved, sir (a damned hot
fellow), only, as I was saying, I let him have all my ready money to
redeem his great sword from limbo. But, sir, I have a letter of credit
to Alderman Fondlewife, as far as two hundred pound, and this afternoon
you shall see I am a person, such a one as you would wish to have met
with--

SHARP. That you are, I'll be sworn. [_Aside_.] Why, that's great and
like yourself.

SCENE II.

[_To them_] CAPTAIN BLUFFE.

SIR JO. Oh, here a' comes--Ay, my Hector of Troy, welcome, my bully, my
Back; agad, my heart has gone a pit pat for thee.

BLUFF. How now, my young knight? Not for fear, I hope; he that knows me
must be a stranger to fear.

SIR JO. Nay, agad, I hate fear ever since I had like to have died of a
fright. But--

BLUFF. But? Look you here, boy, here's your antidote, here's your
Jesuits' powder for a shaking fit. But who hast thou got with thee? is
he of mettle? [_Laying his hand upon his sword_.]

SIR JO. Ay, bully, a devilish smart fellow: 'a will fight like a cock.

BLUFF. Say you so? Then I honour him. But has he been abroad? for
every cock will fight upon his own dunghill.

SIR JO. I don't know, but I'll present you--

BLUFF. I'll recommend myself. Sir, I honour you; I understand you love
fighting, I reverence a man that loves fighting. Sir, I kiss your hilts.

SHARP. Sir, your servant, but you are misinformed, for, unless it be to
serve my particular friend, as Sir Joseph here, my country, or my
religion, or in some very justifiable cause, I'm not for it.

BLUFF. O Lord, I be