Black like the Admiral’s? or blue like his poor dear wife’s? Ah, I was fond of that there woman, I was: the Admiral was jealous of me.] Arethusa, my dear,—my heart, what a ’and and arm you _have_ got; I’ll dream o’ that ’and and arm, I will!—but as I was a-saying, does the Admiral ever in a manner of speaking refer to his old bo’sun David Pew? him as he fell out with about the black woman at Lagos, and almost slashed the shoulder off of him one morning before breakfast? ARETHUSA. You leave this house. PEW. Hey? (_he crosses and seizes her again_) Don’t you fight, my lovely one: now don’t make old blind Pew forget his manners before a female. What! you will? Stop that, or I’ll have the arm right out of your body. (_He gives her arm a wrench_.) ARETHUSA. O! help, help! PEW. Stash your patter, damn you. (ARETHUSA _gives in_.) Ah, I thought it: Pew’s way, Pew’s way. Now, look you here, my lovely woman. If you sling in another word that isn’t in answer to my questions, I’ll pull your j’ints out one by one. Where’s the Commander? ARETHUSA. I have said: he is abroad. PEW. When’s he coming aboard again? ARETHUSA. At any moment. PEW. Does he keep his strength? ARETHUSA. You’ll see when he returns. (_He wrenches her arm again_.) Ah! PEW. Is he still on piety? ARETHUSA. O, he is a Christian man! PEW. A Christian man, is he? Where does he keep his rum? ARETHUSA. Nay, you shall steal nothing by my help. PEW. No more I shall (_becoming amorous_). You’re a lovely woman, that’s what you are; how would you like old Pew for a sweetheart, hey? He’s blind, is Pew, but strong as a lion; and the sex is his ’ole delight. Ah, them beautiful, beautiful lips! A kiss! Come! ARETHUSA. Leave go, leave go! PEW. Hey? you would? ARETHUSA. Ah! (_She thrusts him down_, _and escapes to door_, _R._) SCENE VII