g.

SERJEANT. Walk faster, damn your black heads. I suppose, Boatswain, when
this hell-cat reg'ment's complete, they'll be reviewed in Hyde park?----

BOATSWAIN. Aye, blast my eyes, and our Chaplain with his dirty black
gown, or our Cook, shall be their general, and review 'em, for he talks
of throwing up his pot-halliards commission, in hopes of it.

SERJEANT. Ha, ha, ha.----

COOK. I'd see the devil have 'em first.----

[_Exeunt SERJEANT, &c._

SCENE VI. _In the cabin._

_LORD KIDNAPPER, CAPTAIN SQUIRES, and CHAPLAIN._

KIDNAPPER. These blacks are no small acquisition, them and the Tories we
have on board will strengthen us vastly; the thoughts of emancipation
will make 'em brave, and the encouragement given them by my
proclamation, will greatly intimidate the rebels--internal enemies are
worse than open foes.----

CHAPLAIN. Very true, My Lord; David prayed that he might be preserved
from secret enemies.

KIDNAPPER. Aye, so I've heard, but I look upon this to be a grand
manoeuvre in politics; this is making dog eat dog--thief catch
thief--the servant against his master--rebel against rebel--what think
you of that, parson?

CHAPLAIN. A house divided thus against itself cannot stand, according to
scripture--My Lord, your observation is truly scriptural.

KIDNAPPER. Scripture? poh, poh--I've nothing to do with scripture--I
mean politically, parson.

CHAPLAIN. I know it very well; sure, My Lord, I understand you
perfectly.

KIDNAPPER. Faith that's all I care for; if we can stand our ground this
winter, and burn all their towns that are accessible to our ships, and
Colonel Connolly succeeds in his plan, there's not the least doubt but
we shall have supplies from England very early in the spring, which I
have wrote for; then, in conjunction with Connolly, we shall be able to
make a descent where we please, and drive the rebels like hogs into a
pen.

CHAPLAIN. And then gather them (as the scriptures say) as a hen
gathereth her chickens.

KIDNAPPER. True, Mr. Scripture.

CAPTAIN SQUIRES. Very good, but you must take care of the hawks.

KIDNAPPER. What do you mean by the hawks, Captain?

CAPTAIN SQUIRES. I mean the shirt-men, the rifle-men, My Lord.

KIDNAPPER. Aye, damn 'em, hawks indeed; they are cursed dogs; a man is
never safe where they are, but I'll take care to be out of their reach,
let others take their chance, for I see they have no respect to