Little P. Ay, I’m got into his hammock, and he’s got into mine, that’s all; he’s some leagues off at sea, by this time, for the tide serves, and the wind is fair; Botany Bay’s the word, my boys.
Old P. Botany Bay! well, I’ll instantly see if ’tis true, why, I’ll come back, just to blow your brains out, and lo be either hang’d or sent to Botany Bay after him.
[Exeunt, different ways
SCENE—A Garden——A Seat in a Bower, much shaded with Trees.
Enter Miss Pickle.
This is the hour of my appointment with Mr. Tagg, and my brother’s absence is favourable indeed—well, after such treatment, can he be surprised if I throw myself into the arms of so passionate an admirer; my fluttering heart tells me this is an important crisis in my happiness—how much these vile men have to answer for in thus bewitching us silly girls.
Tagg repeats behind the Scenes.
The heavy hours are almost past
That part my love and me,