_Play._ Why, Sir, your humble Servants here, who were the Officers, and the best of the Sailors----(little _Ben_ amongst the rest) seiz'd on a small Bark that lay to our Hand, and away we put to Sea again. To say the truth, we were better mann'd than rigg'd, and Ammunition was plaguy scarce amongst us.----However, a cruising we went, and some petty small Prizes we have made; but the Blessing of Heaven not being among us----or how the Devil 'tis, I cannot tell; but we are not rich. _Esop._ Well, but what became of the rest of the Crew? _Play._ Why, Sir, as for the Scoundrels, they, poor Dogs, stuck by the Wreck. The Captain gave them Bread and Cheese, and good Words----He told them, if they wou'd patch her up, and venture t'other Cruise, he'd prefer 'em all; so to work they went, and to Sea they got her. _Esop._ I hope he kept his Word with 'em. _Play._ That he did; he made the Boatswain's Mate Lieutenant; he made the Cook Doctor: He was forc'd to be Purser and Pilot, and Gunner himself; and the Swabber took Orders to be Chaplain. _Esop._ But with such unskilful Officers, I'm afraid, they'll hardly keep above Water long. _Play._ Why truly, Sir, we care not how soon they are under: But curst Folks thrive, I think. I know nothing else that makes 'em swim. I'm sure, by the Rules of Navigation, they ought to have over-set long since; for they carry a great deal of Sail, and have very little Ballast. _Esop._ I'm afraid you ruin one another. I fancy if you were all in a Ship together again, you'd have less Work, and more Profit. _Play._ Ah, Sir----we are resolv'd we'll never sail under Captain Patentee again. _Esop._ Pr'ythee, why so? _Play._ Sir, he has us'd us like Dogs. _Wom._----And Bitches too, Sir. _Esop._ I'm sorry to hear that; pray, how was't he treated you? _Play._ Sir, 'tis impossible to tell; he us'd us like the _English_ at _Amboyna_---- _Esop._ But I wou'd know some Particulars: Tell me what 'twas he did to you? _Play._ What he did, Sir?----Why, he did in the first Place, Sir----In the first Place, Sir, he did----I'cod I don't know what he did----Can you tell, Wife? _Wom._ Yes, marry can I; and a burning Shame it was too. _Play._ O, I remember now, Sir, he wou'd not give us Plums enough in our Pudding. _Esop._ That indeed was very hard; but did he give you as many as he promis'd you? _Play._ Yes, and more; but what of all that? We had not as many as we had a mind to---- _1 Wom._ Sir, my Husband tells you Truth-- _Esop._ I believe he may; but what other Wrongs did he do you? _1 Wom._ Why, Sir, he did not treat me with Respect; 'twas not one Day an three he would so much as bid me good-morrow-- _2 Wom._ Sir, he invited me to Dinner, and never drank my Health. _1 Wom._ Then he cock'd his Hat at Mrs. _Pert_. _2 Wom._ Yes, and told Mrs. _Slippery_ he had as good a Face as she had. _Esop._ Why, these were insufferable Abuses--