Part 11 (1/2)

_SAILOR and BOATSWAIN._

SAILOR. Boatswain!

BOATSWAIN. Holla.

SAILOR. d.a.m.n my eyes, Mr. Boatswain, but here's a black flag of truce coming on board.

BOATSWAIN. Sure enough--where are they from?

SAILOR. From h.e.l.l, I suppose--for they're as black as so many devils.

BOATSWAIN. Very well--no matter--they're recruits for the Kidnapper.

SAILOR. We shall be all of a colour by and by--d.a.m.n me--

BOATSWAIN. I'll go and inform his Lords.h.i.+p and his pair of doxies of it; I suppose by this time they have trim'd their sails, and he's done heaving the log.

[_Exit BOATSWAIN._

SCENE II. _Near the state-room._

BOATSWAIN. Where's his Lords.h.i.+p?

SERVANT. He's in the state-room.

BOATSWAIN. It's time for him to turn out; tell him I want to speak to him.

SERVANT. I dare not do it, Boatswain; it's more than my life is worth.

BOATSWAIN. d.a.m.n your squeamish stomach, go directly, or I'll go myself.

SERVANT. For G.o.d's sake! Boatswain--

BOATSWAIN. d.a.m.n your eyes, you pimping son of a b.i.t.c.h, go this instant, or I'll stick my knife in your gammons.

SERVANT. O Lord! Boatswain. [_SERVANT goes._]

BOATSWAIN [_solus_]. What the devil--keep a pimp guard here, better station the son of a b.i.t.c.h at the mast head, to keep a look out there, lest Admiral Hopkins be upon us.

_Enter KIDNAPPER._

KIDNAPPER. What's your will, Boatswain?

BOATSWAIN. I beg your Lords.h.i.+p's pardon [_Aside. But you can soon fetch up Leeway, and spread the water sail again._], please your honour, here's a boat full of fine recruits along side for you.

KIDNAPPER. Recruits, Boatswain? you mean soldiers from Augustine, I imagine; what reg'mentals have they on?

BOATSWAIN. Mourning, please your honour, and as black as our tarpawling.