turers,
On this our landing spot we'll rear a town
Shall bear our good king's name to after-time,
And yours along with it; for ye are men
Well worth the handing down; whose paged names
Will not disgrace posterity to read:
Men born for acts of hardihood and valour,
Whose stirring spirits scorn'd to lie inert,
Base atoms in the mass of population
That rots in stagnant Europe. Ye are men
Who a high wealth and fame will bravely win,
And wear full worthily. I still shall be
The foremost in all troubles, toil, and danger,
Your leader and your captain, nought exacting
Save strict obedience to the watchful care
Which points to your own good: be wary then,
And let not any mutinous hand unravel
Our close knit compact. Union is its strength:
Be that remember'd ever. Gallant gentlemen,
We have a noble stage, on which to act
A noble drama; let us then sustain
Our sev'ral parts with credit and with honour.
Now, sturdy comrades, cheerly to our tasks!

[_Exeunt SMITH, ROLFE, &c._

Scene II. _A grove._

_Enter WALTER and LARRY._

LARRY. Now by the black eyes of my Katy, but that master of yours and
captain of mine is a prince!

WALTER. Tut, you hav'n't seen an inch yet of the whole hero. Had you
followed him as I have, from a knee-high urchin, you'd confess that there
never was soldier fit to cry comrade to him. O! 'twould have made your
blood frisk in your veins to have seen him in Turkey and Tartary, when he
made the clumsy infidels dance to the music of his broad sword!

LARRY. Troth now, the mussulmans may have been mightily amused by the
caper; but for my part I should modestly prefer skipping to the simple jig
of an Irish bag-pipe.

WALTER. Then he had the prettiest mode of forming their manners--

LARRY. Arrah, how might that be?

WALTER. For example: whenever they were so ill-bred as to appear with
their turbans on before him, he uses me this keen argument to convince
them they shewed discourtesy. He whips me out his sword, and knocks their
turbans off--

LARRY. Knocks their turbans off?

WALTER. Aye, egad, and their heads to boot.

LARRY. A dev'lish cutting way of reasoning indeed; that argument cou'dn't
be answered asily.

WALTER. Devil a tongue ever wagg'd in replication, Larry.--Ah! my fairy of
felicity--my mouthful of melody--my wife--

_Enter ALICE._

Well, Alice, we are now in the wilds of Virginia, and, tell me truly,
doesn't repent following me ove