ook of a
seventy-four gun ship, eigh? you the devil, you're as proud as hell, for
all you look as old as Matheg'lum, hand a pair of silk stockings for our
cook here, d' ye see--lash a handspike athwart his arse, get a ladle
full of slush and a handful of brimstone for his hair, and step one of
you Tories there for the devil's barber to come and shave and dress him.
Ha, ha, ha.

COOK. No, Mr. Boatswain, it's not pride--but look 'e (as I said before),
I'll not disgrease my station, I'll throw up my commission, before I'll
stand cook for a parcel of scape gallows, convict Tory dogs and run-away
Negroes.

BOATSWAIN. What's that you say? Take care, old frosty face--What? do you
accuse his worship of turning kidnapper, and harbouring run-away
Negroes?--Softly, or you'll be taken up for a Whig, and get a handsome
coat of slush and hog's feathers for a christmas-box, cockey: Throw up
your commission, eigh? throw up the pot-halliards, you mean, old
piss-to-windward? Ha, ha, ha.

COOK. I tell you, Mr. Boatswain--I--

BOATSWAIN. Come, come, give us a chaw of tobacco, Cook--blast your eyes,
don't take any pride in what I say--I'm only joking, d' ye see----

COOK. Well, but Mr. Boatswain----

BOATSWAIN. Come, avast, belay the lanyards of your jaws, and let's have
no more of it, d' ye see. [_BOATSWAIN pipes._] Make fast that boat along
side there.

[_Exeunt ev'ry man to his station._

SCENE IV. _LORD KIDNAPPER comes up on the quarter-deck._

KIDNAPPER. Well, my brave blacks, are you come to list?

CUDJO. Eas, massa Lord, you preazee.

KIDNAPPER. How many are there of you?

CUDJO. Twenty-two, massa.

KIDNAPPER. Very well, did you all run away from your masters?

CUDJO. Eas, massa Lord, eb'ry one, me too.

KIDNAPPER. That's clever; they have no right to make you slaves, I wish
all the Negroes wou'd do the same, I'll make 'em free--what part did you
come from?

CUDJO. Disse brack man, disse one, disse one, disse one, disse one, come
from Hamton, disse one, disse one, disse one, come from Nawfok, me come
from Nawfok too.

KIDNAPPER. Very well, what was your master's name?

CUDJO. Me massa name Cunney Tomsee.

KIDNAPPER. Colonel Thompson--eigh?

CUDJO. Eas, massa, Cunney Tomsee.

KIDNAPPER. Well then I'll make you a major--and what's your name?

CUDJO. Me massa cawra me Cudjo.

KIDNAPPER. Cudjo?--very good--was you ever christened, Cudjo?

CUDJO. No massa, me no crissen.