This is a bit obscure, but it's the first thing I thought of.
RICH. Ax your honour's pardon, but �
SIR D. Ha! observed! And by a mariner! What would you with me, fellow?
RICH. Your honour, I'm a poor man-o'-war's-man, becalmed in the doldrums �
SIR D. I don't know them.
RICH. And I make bold to ax your honour's advice. Does your honour know
what it is to have a heart?
SIR D. My honour knows what it is to have a complete apparatus for conducting
the circulation of the blood through the veins and arteries of the human body.
RICH. Aye, but has your honour a heart that ups and looks you in the face, and
gives you quarter-deck orders that it's life and death to disobey?
SIR D. I have not a heart of that description, but I have a Picture Gallery that
presumes to take that liberty.
A cookie to anyone who knows what this is.