Love comes alike to high and low—
Britannia’s sailors rule the waves,
And shall they stoop to insult? No!
Dick.You must submit, you are but slaves;
A lady she! Oho! Oho!
You lowly toilers of the waves,
She spurns you all—I told you so!
(Goes off.)
Ralph (drawing a pistol).
My friends, my leave of life I’m taking,