Robin. [In the tree.] Egad! there's never a head hanging to their ears; and their ears hang to their heads, for all the world as if they were christians; I'll venture down among them.
[Getting down.
Nima. Ah!
[Bends her bow, and is about to shoot at him.
Larry. Arrah! my little dark Diana, choose noble game, that's only little Robin.
Robin. Aye, bless you, I'm only little Robin.
[Jumps down.
Nima examines him curiously, but fearfully.
Robin. Gad, she's taken with my figure; ah! there it is now; a personable fellow shall have his wench any where. Yes, she's admiring my figure. Well, my dusky dear, how could you like such a man as I am?
Nima. Are you a man?