Kidnapper. Very true, parson—very true—now I like your doctrine—a full belly is better than an empty sermon; preach that doctrine;—stick to that text, and you'll not fail of making converts.
Chaplain. The wisest of men said, there is nothing better, than that a man should enjoy that which he hath, namely, eat, drink, and be merry, if he can.
Kidnapper. You're very right—Solomon was no fool, they say—[He sings.]
Give me a charming lass, Twangdillo cries,
I know no pleasure, but love's sweet joys.
Chaplain. [Sings.]
Give me the bottle, says the red face sot,
For a whore I'd not give six-pence, not a groat.
Yet two is better than one, my Lord, for the scriptures further say, if one be alone, how can there be heat? You seem to be converted to that belief, for you have a brace of them, as the Boatswain says.
Kidnapper. Ha, ha. It's a pity but you were a bishop, you have the scriptures so pat—now I'll go and take a short nap, meanwhile; Captain, if any thing new happens, pray order my servant to wake me.
Captain Squires. I will, my Lord.
[Exit Kidnapper.