Serv. Yes, yes, I will.
[Exit.
3 Sail. Punch by this Light!
Omnes. Hoo-ra; Hoo-ra; Viva Mr. Summerfield, Viva, Hoora.
[The first Sailer takes the Bowl of Punch, walks in state round the Stage, and sings; the others all follow.]
Here’s a Health to jolly Bacchus,
Here’s a Health to jolly Bacchus,
Hi ho, hi ho, hi ho.
For he will merry make us,
For he will merry make us,
Hi ho, hi ho, hi ho.
Then sit ye down together,
Then sit ye down together.
[They all sit down with the Bowl in the middle.
2 Sail. Pshaw! Pox o’th’ this old Song, prithee let’s have a Dance.
3 Sail. With all my Heart; strike up Musick.
The Sailers and their Wives dance.
After the Dance.
1 Sail. So, well done my Lads, now let’s aboard amain,
And suck our Faces o’re and o’re again.
Brandy we’ve got enough, by this blest Chance,
We’l nothing drink but Punch, when we get France.