Serjeant. I wait your Lordship's commands.
Kidnapper. Serjeant, to-morrow begin to teach those black recruits the exercise, and when they have learn'd sufficiently well to load and fire, then incorporate them among the regulars and the other Whites on board; we shall in a few days have some work for 'em, I expect—be as expeditious as possible. [Aside to him.] Set a guard over them every night, and take their arms from them, for who knows but they may cut our throats.
Serjeant. Very true, My Lord, I shall take particular care.
[Exit Kidnapper; Serjeant and Negroes walk forward.
Scene V.
Serjeant. Damn 'em, I'd rather see half their weight in beef.
Boatswain. Aye, curse their stomachs, or mutton either; then our Cook wou'dn't be so damn'd lazy as he is, strutting about the deck like a nobleman, receiving Paramount's pay for nothing.
Serjeant. Walk faster, damn your black heads. I suppose, Boatswain, when this hell-cat reg'ment's complete, they'll be reviewed in Hyde park?——
Boatswain. Aye, blast my eyes, and our Chaplain with his dirty black gown, or our Cook, shall be their general, and review 'em, for he talks of throwing up his pot-halliards commission, in hopes of it.
Serjeant. Ha, ha, ha.——