Jerry. Why, I offered to fight 'em single-handed all round, and we got into a dispute, and so when my money was all gone, they tweaked my nose, boxed my ears, and kick'd me out of the tent. So I then kick'd up a row, and—that's all.
Jailor. A very pretty story, indeed! You look like a mutinous dog—so come, get into the black hole.
Jerry. Now, my dear jailor, do let me escape, and I'll give you the prettiest little pig in my farmyard.
Jailor. What! bribe an honest and humane jailor, and with a pig? In with you.
Jerry. Well, but I've nothing to eat—I shall be half starved.
Jailor. Oh no, you shall have something to employ your grinders on. [Goes out, and returns with a black loaf, and a pitcher of water.] There!
Jerry. O dear, nothing else but black bread and cold water? Can't you get me a pickle?
Jailor. I think you're in a devil of a pickle already—come, get in! [Removes a board from the scene, which discovers a small dark hole. Jerry supplicates.]
Jerry. How long am I to be here, Mr. Jailor, in company with myself?
Jailor. That depends on your good behaviour. [Cannon are heard.] There! the battle has commenced.