Duke: It were jest an hour ago, settin' in that chair, I asks ter splice yer, Betsy, keel ter topsail. The ol' Duke never thought the Countess of all them places, and the Queen o' England, ter boot, would ever be settin' on his knee, pullin' at his whiskers—him askin' her ter name the 'appy day.
Betsy: It was a prior attachment, Duke.
Captain: We 'll serve yer, King, like we served ol' Flint.
Patch: Top and bottom, fore and aft.
Duke: We 'll brag how the King o' England and us has drunk grog together, and how the Queen washed up the mugs.
Meg: (in a whisper). Hooray!
Joe: And now, Captain, lead the way. We must speed to London.
Betsy: Good by, Duke. Some day you will find a girl who cooks roast pig that crackles.
Duke: A blessin', Betsy, on yer laughin' eyes!
Captain: A health ter King Hal and his blushin' bride!