[Seamen shout within.
Fran. Ay, I dare swear.
Enter Seaman.
Sea. Ah, Sirs, what mean you? Come on the Deck for shame.
Ant. My Lord, let us not tamely fall, there’s danger near. [Draws.
Guil. Ay, ay, there’s never smoke, but there’s some fire—Come, let’s away—ta la, tan ta la, la la, &c. [Draws.
[Exit singing, and Antonio and Pet.
Fran. A Pox of all Lords, I say, you must be janting in the Devil’s name, and God’s dry Ground wou’d not serve your turn. [Shout here. Oh, how they thunder! What shall I do?—oh, for some Auger-hole to thrust my head into, for I could never indure the noise of Cannons,—oh, ’.is insupportable,—intolerable—and not to be indur’d. [Running as mad about the Stage.
Isa. Dear Father, be not so frighted. [Weeps.
Fran. Ah, Crocodile, wou’d thou hadst wept thy Eyes out long ago, that thou hadst never seen this Count; then he had never lov’d thee, and then we had never been invited a ship-board. [A noise of fighting.