Give a wide berth to one thing, You're sure to fetch up soon on something else.
BUTTER.
And so you sail to-day for dear Old England.
I am not one of those who think a sup Of this New England air is better worth Than a whole draught of our Old England's ale.
KEMPTHORN.
Nor I.

Give me the ale and keep the air.
But, as I said, I do not sail to-day.
BUTTER.
Ah yes; you sail today.
KEMPTHORN.
I'm under bonds To take some Quakers back to the Barbadoes; And one of them is banished, and another Is sentenced to be hanged.
BUTTER.
No, all are pardoned, All are set free by order of the Court; But some of them would fain return to England.
You must not take them.

Upon that condition Your bond is cancelled.
KEMPTHORN.
Ah, the wind has shifted! I pray you, do you speak officially?
BUTTER.
I always speak officially.

To prove it, Here is the bond.
Rising and giving a paper.
KEMPTHORN.
And here's my hand upon it, And look you, when I say I'll do a thing The thing is done.

Am I now free to go?
BUTTER.
What say?
KEMPTHORN.
I say, confound the tedious man With his strange speaking-trumpet! Can I go?
BUTTER.
You're free to go, by order of the Court.
Your servant, sir.
[Exit.
KEMPTHORN (shouting from the window).
Swallow, ahoy! Hallo! If ever a man was happy to leave Boston, That man is Simon Kempthorn of the Swallow! Re-enter BUTTER.
BUTTER.
Pray, did you call?
KEMPTHORN.
Call! Yes, I hailed the Swallow.
BUTTER.
That's not my name.