Yar. What! cross the seas!
Inkle. Yes, Help me to discover a vessel, and you shall enjoy wonders. You shall be decked in silks, my brave maid, and have a house drawn with horses to carry you.
Yar. Nay, do not laugh at me—but is it so?
Inkle. It is indeed!
Yar. Oh wonder! I wish my countrywomen could see me——But won't your warriors kill us?
Inkle. No, our only danger on land is here.
Yar. Then let us retire further into the cave. Come—your safety is in my keeping.
Inkle. I follow you—Yet, can you run some risk in following me?
DUETT.
[O say, Bonny Lass.]