What the devil--keep a pimp guard here, better
station the son of a bitch at the mast head, to keep a look out there,
lest Admiral Hopkins be upon us.

_Enter KIDNAPPER._

KIDNAPPER. What's your will, Boatswain?

BOATSWAIN. I beg your Lordship's pardon [_Aside. But you can soon fetch
up Leeway, and spread the water sail again._], please your honour,
here's a boat full of fine recruits along side for you.

KIDNAPPER. Recruits, Boatswain? you mean soldiers from Augustine, I
imagine; what reg'mentals have they on?

BOATSWAIN. Mourning, please your honour, and as black as our tarpawling.

KIDNAPPER. Ha, ha, well well, take 'em on board, Boatswain, I'll be on
deck presently.

BOATSWAIN. With submission to your honour, d' ye see, [_Scratching his
head._] I think we have gallows-looking dogs enough on board
already--the scrapings of Newgate, and the refuse of Tyburn, and when
the wind blows aft, damn 'em, they stink like polecats--but d' ye see,
as your honour pleases, with submission, if it's Lord Paramount's
orders, why it must be so, I suppose--but I've done my duty, d' ye see--

KIDNAPPER. Ha, ha, the work must be done, Boatswain, no matter by whom.

BOATSWAIN. Why, aye, that's true, please your honour, any port in a
storm--if a man is to be hang'd, or have his throat cut, d' ye see--who
are so fit to do it as his own slaves? especially as they're to have
their freedoms for it; nobody can blame 'em, nor your honour neither,
for you get them for half price, or nothing at all, d' ye see me, and
that will help to lessen poor Owld England's taxes, and when you have
done with 'em here, and they get their brains knock'd out, d' ye see,
your honour can sell them in the West-Indies, and that will be something
in your honour's pocket, d' ye see--well, ev'ry man to his trade--but,
damn my impudence for all, I see your honour knows all about it--d' ye
see.

[_Exit BOATSWAIN._

SCENE III. _LORD KIDNAPPER returns to his state-room; the BOATSWAIN
comes on deck and pipes._

All hands ahoy--hand a rope, some of you Tories, forward there, for his
worship's reg'ment of black guards to come aboard.

_Enter NEGROES._

BOATSWAIN. Your humble servant, Gentlemen, I suppose you want to see
Lord Kidnapper?--Clear the gangway there of them Tyburn tulips. Please
to walk aft, brother soldiers, that's the fittest birth for you, the
Kidnapper's in the state-room, he'll hoist his sh