Syl. Plume! do you know Captain Plume?
Rose. Yes, I do, and he knows me. He took the ribbands out of his shirt sleeves, and put them into my shoes: see there—I can assure you that I can do any thing with the captain.
Bul. That is, in a modest way, sir. Have a care what you say, Rouse; don't shame your parentage.
Rose. Nay, for that matter, I am not so simple as to say that I can do any thing with the captain but what I may do with any body else.
Syl. So!——And pray what do you expect from this captain, child?
Rose. I expect sir!—I expect—but he ordered me to tell nobody—but suppose he should propose to marry me?
Syl. You should have a care, my dear! men will promise any thing beforehand.
Rose. I know that; but he promised to marry me afterwards.
Bul. Wauns! Rouse, what have you said?
Syl. Afterwards! After what?