Kidnapper. Colonel Thompson—eigh?
Cudjo. Eas, massa, Cunney Tomsee.
Kidnapper. Well then I'll make you a major—and what's your name?
Cudjo. Me massa cawra me Cudjo.
Kidnapper. Cudjo?—very good—was you ever christened, Cudjo?
Cudjo. No massa, me no crissen.
Kidnapper. Well, then I'll christen you—you shall be called Major Cudjo Thompson, and if you behave well, I'll soon make you a greater man than your master, and if I find the rest of you behave well, I'll make you all officers, and after you have serv'd Lord Paramount a while, you shall have money in your pockets, good clothes on your backs, and be as free as them white men there. [Pointing forward to a parcel of Tories.]
Cudjo. Tankee, massa, gaw bresse, massa Kidnap.
Sailor. [Aside.] What a damn'd big mouth that Cudjo has—as large as our main hatch-way——
Cook. [Aside.] Aye, he's come to a wrong place to make a good use of it—it might stand some little chance at a Lord Mayor's feast.