Jack (whilst flinging a member of the ovine herd):  Fie on Aguirre! 
Ennis:  Fie on Aguire, verily, aye, sir, but what if we must be in the employ of such a scurvy scroyle such as he, hence from now?  We must come to a satisfactory solution, Sir Jack.
=aside= Fran
Thou art welcome!
=aside= Sandy
Thanks for the R+J  and 12th Night references!  Thou dost rock!