John. Surrender! Oh then you've no shot left indeed—let's see. [Feels his pocket.] I hav'nt the loading of a gun about me now, and this same monsieur poverty is a bitter bad enemy.
Sir Geo. They are the deserters that I've been after. [Aside.
John. Meet me in an hour's time in the little wood yonder; I'll raise a wind to blow you into safe latitude—keep out to sea, my master's the rock you'll certainly split upon.
2d Ruff. This is the first time we ever saw you; but we'll steer by your chart, for I never knew one seaman to betray another.
[Exeunt Ruffians.
Sir Geo. Then they have been pressed—I can't blame them so much for running away.
John. Yes, Sir George would certainly hang them.
Sir Geo. I wouldn't, they shall eat beef, and drink the king's health, run and tell them so—stop, I'll tell them myself.
John. Why, now you are yourself, and a kind, good gentleman, as you used to be.
Sir Geo. Since these idle rogues are inclined to return to their duty, they shan't want sea store—take them this money—but hold—I'll meet them myself, and advise them as I would my children.