Orsbourn. What will you do? Present, and pop one down?
Honnyman. Yes, faith, the first we meet well fraught with Furs;
Or if there’s Two, and we can make sure Work,
By Jove, we’ll ease the Rascals of their Packs,
And send them empty home to their own Country.
But then observe, that what we do is secret,
Or the Hangman will come in for Snacks.
Orsbourn. Trust me for that; I’ll join with all my Heart;
Nor with a nicer Aim, or steadier Hand
Would shoot a Tyger than I would an Indian.
There is a Couple stalking now this way
With lusty Packs; Heav’n favor our Design.
Are you well charged?
Honnyman. I am. Take you the nearest,
And mind to fire exactly when I do.
Orsbourn. A charming Chance!
Honnyman. Hush, let them still come nearer.
[They shoot, and run to rifle the Indians.
They’re down, old Boy, a Brace of noble Bucks!
Orsbourn. Well tallow’d faith, and noble Hides upon ’em.