John. If our voyage should now be at an end before we begin it?—If this Mr. Thunder should be my master's son!—What rate is this vessel?
Land. Rate!
John. What sort of a gentleman is he?
Land. Oh; a rum sort of a gentleman; I suspect he's one of the players.
John. True; Sam said it was some player's people coaxed him away from Portsmouth school. It must be the 'squire—show me where he's moored, my old purser.
[Exit, singing, and Landlord following.
SCENE III.
A Room in the Inn.
Lamp and Trap [discovered drinking.]
Trap. This same Farmer Gammon seems a surly spark.
Lamp. No matter. His barn will hold a good thirty pounds, and if I can but engage this young fellow, this Rover, he'll cram it every night he plays. He's certainly a devilish good actor. Now, Trap, you must enquire out a carpenter, and be brisk about the building. I think we shall have smart business, as we stand so well for pretty women, too. Oh, here he is!