2d Ruff. Instantly put on your characters of sailors; we may get something out of him: a pitiful story makes such an impression on the soft heart of a true tar, that he'll open his hard hand, and drop you his last guinea—If we can but make him believe we were pressed, we have him; only mind me.
Enter John Dory.
John. To rattle my lantern, Sir George's temper now always blows a hurricane.
2d Ruff. What cheer? [To John.]
John. Ha hoy!
3d Ruff. Bob, up with your speaking trumpet.
2d Ruff. Do you see, brother, this is the thing—
Enter Sir George, at the back, unperceived.
Sir Geo. If these should be my deserters. [Aside.
1st Ruff. We three hands, just come home after a long voyage, were pressed in the river, and without letting us see our friends, brought round to Portsmouth, and there we entered freely, cause why? We had no choice, then we run. We hear some gentleman is in chace of us, so as the shot are all out, we'll surrender.