Whilst constant, we'll laugh at all changes of weather,
And journey all over the world both together.
[Exeunt; as retiring further into the cave.
Manent Trudge and Wowski.
Trudge. Why, you speak English as well as I, my little Wowski.
Wows. Iss.
Trudge. Iss! and you learnt it from a strange man, that tumbled from a big boat, many moons ago, you say?
Wows. Iss—Teach me—teach good many.
Trudge. Then, what the devil made them so surprized at seeing us! was he like me? [Wowski shakes her head.] Not so smart a body, mayhap. Was his face, now, round and comely, and—eh! [Stroking his chin.] Was it like mine?