Larry. Troth now, the mussulmans may have been mightily amused by the caper; but for my part I should modestly prefer skipping to the simple jig of an Irish bag-pipe.
Walter. Then he had the prettiest mode of forming their manners—
Larry. Arrah, how might that be?
Walter. For example: whenever they were so ill-bred as to appear with their turbans on before him, he uses me this keen argument to convince them they shewed discourtesy. He whips me out his sword, and knocks their turbans off—
Larry. Knocks their turbans off?
Walter. Aye, egad, and their heads to boot.
Larry. A dev'lish cutting way of reasoning indeed; that argument cou'dn't be answered asily.
Walter. Devil a tongue ever wagg'd in replication, Larry.—Ah! my fairy of felicity—my mouthful of melody—my wife—
Enter Alice.
Well, Alice, we are now in the wilds of Virginia, and, tell me truly, doesn't repent following me over the ocean, wench? wilt be content in these wild woods, with only a little husband, and a great deal of love, pretty Alice?