Dan. I wull.
Mrs. Brul. What would you like to drink, sir?
Pereg. O, mine is an accommodating palate, hostess. I have swallowed burgundy with the French, hollands with the Dutch, sherbet with a Turk, sloe juice with an Englishman, and water with a simple Gentoo.
Dan. [Going.] Dang me, but he's a rum customer! It's my opinion, he'll take a fancy to our sour beer.
[Exit into the House
Pereg. Is your house far from the sea-shore?
Mrs. Brul. About three miles, sir.
Pereg. So!—And I have wandered upon the heath four hours, before day-break.
Mrs. Brul. Lackaday! has any thing happened to you, sir?
Pereg. Shipwreck—that's all.