‘Fit to disturb the peace of all the world,
And rule it when ’tis wildest?’”
“You are a precious fool, Jack Bunce,” said Cleveland, half angry, and, in despite of himself, half diverted, by the false tones and exaggerated gesture of the stage-struck pirate.
“It may be so, noble Captain,” answered Bunce, “and it may be that I have my comrades in my folly. Here are you, now, going to play All for Love, and the World well Lost, and yet you cannot bear a harmless bounce in blank verse—Well, I can talk prose for the matter, for I have news enough to tell—and strange news, too—ay, and stirring news to boot.”
“Well, prithee deliver them (to speak thy own cant) like a man of this world.”
“The Stromness fishers will accept nothing for their provisions and trouble,” said Bunce—“there is a wonde
