Captain: I 'll light the candle meself.
(He takes it to the fire, lights it and returns to the table.)
Captain: There yer are—blazin' like ol' Petey. Yer had better sit down, Betsy. Crack me stump, where is the girl?
Patch: Kinder silly o' her ter run away. We ain 't never walloped her.
Duke: Women 's silly folks. I calls 'em ninnies. It don 't do no good tryin' ter understand 'em. Now then, ol' lionheart, are yer ready? (He throws.) Two fives! I 've done yer, Patch.
(It is Patch's turn. He kisses the cubes.)
Patch: Yer as sweet as honey. Tell me yer loves me. Me dirk is itchin' fer yer answer. Luck 's a lady as dotes on me. (He throws.) A pair o' sixes! Does yer see it, Duke? Stick yer blinkin' eye right down agin the table! It 's me, Captain. (He rises and draws his knife.) Joey are yer ready?
Joe: God, if I were loose I 'd take you by the dirty gullet and twist it until you roared. I 'd kick you off my path like a snarling cur. Of what filth does nature sometimes compound a man! Shall a skunk walk two-legged to infect the air? Three cowards will hang on Wapping wharf before the month is up.
Patch: Are n't meanin' us, are yer Joey?
Joe: And I 'll tell you more.