Patty. Well, well; but the lady.
Trudge. The lady! Oh, true. By and by we came to a cave—a large hollow room, under ground, like a warehouse in the Adelphi.—Well; there we were half an hour, before I could get him to go in; there's no accounting for fear, you know. At last, in we went, to a place hung round with skins, as it might be a furrier's shop, and there was a fine lady, snoring on a bow and arrows.
Patty. What, all alone?
Trudge. Eh!—No—no.—Hum—She had a young lion, by way of a lap-dog.
Patty. Gemini; what did you do?
Trudge. Gave her a jog, and she opened her eyes—she struck my master immediately.
Patty. Mercy on us! with what?
Trudge. With her beauty, you ninny, to be sure: and they soon brought matters to bear. The wolves witnessed the contract—I gave her away—The crows croaked amen; and we had board and lodging for nothing.
Patty. And this is she he has brought to Barbadoes?
Trudge. The same.