Ben. I proclaim you all Edomites; dragooners of Dagon; ding-dongs of Dathan! A generation of vipers!
1st Tre. No, father Benhadad, your gravity is mistaken grossly; we are rather a generation of pipers!
[They smoke tobacco.
2d Tre. Go to, holy Benhadad; stand you to your calling as we to our arms. Thou art for converting the Great Turk, and we for lining our pockets with Tunis gold. Where if we get our design, hold to thy principles, but no further than thou canst maintain them, and we shall create thee our household chaplain.
Enter Mariner.
Mar. To sea, to sea! the winds are prosperous.
Capt. And may we prosper with them! So farewell Seville and her dainty doxies.
All. Ran-tan! hey for Tunis and Argiers!
[Exeunt colours displayed, with fifes and drums.
1st Cit. Such was the duke's care to remove those weeds,
Whose fatal growth might choke maturer seeds.