Reef. Aye, that’s a bad commodity; for when people are inclined to purchase, they’ll do it at any rate; but I say, no foul tricks you know.
Gray. You say one man escaped you this morning, now I’ll lead you to him; moreover, if you secure him, this purse shall be your reward.
Reef. Shall it! we are the boys; and what’s more, we don’t mind giving you your discharge into the bargain.
Gray. Come on then; follow me into the town, and when the night comes on, I’ll find means to throw your victim into your hands; bear him away with as little noise as possible.
Reef. Oh, never fear—if he attempts to hallo, we’ll put a stopper in his mouth to spoil his music.
Gray. ’Tis well—thus I shall be revenged—Lucy, if you are resolved to hate, at least you shall have ample reason for it.
[Exit with Sailors. L.
SCENE III.—A Room in the Blake’s Head.
Enter Label. L.
Label. Well, now let me see, where’s my next point of destination? ah, Dover. Thus I go through the country, and by both my trades of barber and doctor, contrive to look at the bright side of life, and lay by a little for the snows of old age. Had bad business here at Deal: all the people so plaguily healthy—not a tooth to be drawn—not a vein to be opened; the landlord here, master Collins, has been my only customer—the only man for whom I have had occasion to draw lancet. Now it’s very odd why he should be so secret about it—all to prevent alarming his wife he says,—good tender man.