Robin. Plague on his industry! would you think it, we are all incontinently to fall a chopping down trees, and building our own houses, like the beavers.
Larry. Well, sure, that's the fashionable mode of paying rent in this country.
Alice. O, Walter, these merciless savages! I sha'n't be merry till you return—
Robin. I warrant ye, mistress Alice—Lord love you I shall be here.
Walter. Cheerly, girl; our captain will make the red rogues scamper like so many dun deer. Savages, quotha! at sight of him, their copper skins will turn pale as silver, with the very alchemy of fear. Come, a few kisses, en passant, and then away! cheerly, my dainty Alice.
[Exeunt Walter and Alice.
Robin. Aye, go your ways, master Walter, and when you are gone—
Larry. What then! I suppose you'll be after talking nonsense to his wife. But if ever I catch you saying your silly things—
Robin. Mum, Lord love you, how can you think it? But hark ye, master Larry, in this same drama that our captain spoke of, you and I act parts, do we not?
Larry. Arrah, to be sure, we are men of parts.