‘Will, with their Venison, swallow us in Bumpers.
‘To talk of War, and Blood, no doubt is fine
‘In a whole Skin—and that Skin full of Wine.’
‘Why don’t they hand us out their Goods & Chattles?
‘We should with much more pleasure Fight their Battles.
‘But, as it is, I trust the next Campaign
‘I shall drive all the Rascals out of Spain.
‘Newcome, remember you’re attached to me:
‘Good Morning now—you’ll find your way at Three.’