Mrs. F.
Off with her head! whose? where? what with?—an axe I seem to spy!
Boatman.
She can’t not keep her own, you see; we shall have to pull her in!
Mrs. F.
They’ll drown me, and take all I have! my life’s not worth a pin!
Boatman.
Look out you know, be ready, Bill—just when she takes the sand!
Mrs. F.
The sand—O Lord! to stop my mouth! how every thing is plann’d!