Mer. I will, I will—At length the proud French swallowing too many of our English Balls, two of ’em very fairly cried, Your Servants Gentlemen, farewel, and down they went. The other having lost most of her Men, resolved to leave us; but we being too nimble, overtook her, clapt some Men aboard, and brought her in a Prize: And this my brave Man of War here, was the first that boarded her with Sword in Hand.
1 Sailer. Of all this I was an Eye-witness.
2 Sailer. And so was I.
3 Sailer. And I, and all of us.
Mer. Yes, and many more stout Boys besides.
Spruce. Sir, we are all indebted to your Valour; such Voyages as these, from small Venturers, in time may make us great Merchants.
Mer. Well, never was Fight better managed before, that’s certain.
1 Sail. No, never, never!
2 Sail. Better, say you? No nor half so well.
3 Sail. If it were in our Power, we’d make him Admiral, so we wou’d.