Did you not see how Gripe-men-all held his gaping velvet pouch, and every moment roared and bellowed, By gold, give me out of hand; by gold, give, give, give me presently?
Now, thought I to myself, we shall never come off scot-free.

I'll e'en stop their mouths with gold, that the wicket may be opened, and we may get out; the sooner the better.

And I judged that lousy silver would not do the business; for, d'ye see, velvet pouches do not use to gape for little paltry clipt silver and small cash; no, they are made for gold, my friend John; that they are, my dainty cod.

Ah! when thou hast been larded, basted, and roasted, as I was, thou wilt hardly talk at this rate, I doubt.
But now what is to be done?
We are enjoined by them to go forwards.
The scabby slabberdegullions still waited for us at the port, expecting to be greased in the fist as well as their masters.

Now when they perceived that we were ready to put to sea, they came to Friar John and begged that we would not forget to gratify the apparitors before we went off, according to the assessment for the fees at our discharge.