Duke: Thank ye, ol' lady, I does n't need yer. When the ol' Duke is willin', he knows a leetle dear as will come flutterin' to his arms.
Patch: What can yer do fer an ol' sailorman like me? I 'd like someone with curlin' locks, as can mix grog as good as Darlin's. And I likes roast pig—crackly, as Darlin' cooks it. (He offers his hand.) I has a leetle girl in mind, but she 's kinder holdin' off. What does yer see, dearie? Does yer hear any fiddles tunin' fer the nupshals? Is there a pretty lady waitin' fer a kiss?
Meg: I sees the ocean. And a ship. I sees inside the cabin o' that ship.
Patch: Does yer see me as the captain o' that ship? Jest settin' easy, bawlin' orders—jest feedin' on plum duff.
Meg: I sees yer in irons.
Patch: Mother o' goodness! Now yer done it!
Meg: I sees Wappin' wharf. I sees a gibbet. I sees—
"I sees a gibbet. I sees——"