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a victory for truth! Our thoughts are free. They cannot be shut up In prison wall, nor put to death on scaffolds! UPSALL. Come in; the morning air blows sharp and cold Through the damp streets. JOHN ENDICOTT. It is the dawn of day That chases the old darkness from our sky, And tills the land with liberty and light. [Exeunt. SCENE II. -- The parlor of the Three Mariners. Enter KEMPTHORN. KEMPTHORN. A dull life this,--a dull life anyway! Ready for sea; the cargo all aboard, Cleared for Barbadoes, and a fair wind blowing From nor'-nor'-west; and I, an idle lubber, Laid neck and heels by that confounded bond! I said to Ralph, says I, "What's to be done?" Says he: "Just slip your hawser in the night; Sheer off, and pay it with the topsail, Simon." But that won't do; because, you see, the owners Somehow or other are mixed up with it. Here are King Charles's Twelve Good Rules, that Cole Thinks as important as the Rule of Three. Reads. "Make no comparisons; make no long meals." Those are good rules and golden for a landlord To hang in his best parlor, framed and glazed! "Maintain no ill opinions; urge no healths." I drink to the King's, whatever he may say And, as to ill opinions, that depends. Now of Ralph Goldsmith I've a good opinion, And of the bilboes I've an ill opinion; And both of these opinions I'll maintain As long as there's a shot left in the locker. Enter EDWARD BUTTER, with an ear-trumpet. BUTTER. Good morning, Captain Kempthorn. KEMPTHORN. Sir, to you. You've the advantage of me. I don't know you. What may I call your name? BUTTER. That's not your name? KEMPTHORN. Yes, that's my name. What's yours? BUTTER. My name is Butter. I am the treasurer of the Commonwealth. KEMPTHORN. Will you be seated? BUTTER. What say? Who's conceited? KEMPTHORN. Will you sit down? BUTTER. Oh, thank you. KEMPTHORN. Spread yourself Upon this chair, sweet Butter. BUTTER (sitting down). A fine morning. KEMPTHORN. Nothing's the matter with it that I know of. I have seen better, and I have seen worse. The wind's nor'west. That's fair for them that sail. BUTTER. You need not speak so loud; I understand you. You sail to-day. KEMPTHORN. No, I don't sail to-day. So, be it fair
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