Rover. Take your ground.
Sir Geo. But what are we to do for weapons?
Rover. Here are weapons.
Sir Geo. Well, this is bold work, for a privateer to give battle to a king's ship.
Rover. Try your charge, sir, and take your ground.
Sir Geo. I would not wish to sink, burn, or destroy, what I think was built for good service; but, damme, if I don't wing you, to teach you better manners.
Enter the three Ruffians, not perceiving Rover.
3d Ruff. Ay, here's the honest fellow has brought us some cash.
[Looking at Sir George.
2d Ruff. We're betrayed, it's the very gentleman, that's in pursuit of us, and this promise was only a decoy to throw us into his power—The pistol!