HUMPHRY. How d' ye do again, as the saying is? You're a devilish honest fellow, as I'm a gentleman; and thank 'e for your frugality, with all my heart: I've eaten up all the beef and grog, so I thought I wou'd go to the cupboard, and cut a small slice of bread and butter, d' ye see. THOMAS. Why didn't you cut yourself a larger slice, while you was about it? HUMPHRY. Oh, it's big enough, thank 'e; I never eat much at a meal; but if I crave more, I'll speak. [_Sees DOLLY._] Wha--what--Doll! is that you? Oh, the wonderful works of nature! Who'd ha' thought to ha' found you here. What, don't you know me? not know your old sweetheart? By Job, I want to buss you, most lasciviously. [_Crams all the bread in his mouth in haste, and offers to kiss her.--THOMAS hinders him._ DOLLY. Oh, oh! THOMAS. What, do you dare to do such a thing before me, you country brute? HUMPHRY. Aye, no sooner said than done; that's my way. THOMAS. But you sha'n't say nor do your lascivious tricks before me, I warrant you. DOLLY. Oh, the filthy beast! he has frightened me out of my seventy-seven senses; he has given me a fever. HUMPHRY. I don't care if you'll give me a favour, or not; for I don't value it an old horse-shoe, not I; I can get favours enough in New-York, if I go to the expense.--I know what--I suppose you forget when Jack Wrestle, the country mack-marony-- DOLLY. Oh, oh! HUMPHRY. Why, in the country you us'd for to kiss me without axing. DOLLY. I scorn your words, you worthless blackguard; so I do. [_Cries._ THOMAS. Sir, I'd have you to know, sir, that I won't suffer you, sir, to abuse this young lady, sir, in this manner, sir; and, sir--in short, sir, you're a dirty fellow, for your pains, sir. HUMPHRY. And you're a great litterly lubber, as the saying is; and if you'll be so friendly as for to fetch the mug of ale you promis'd me, I'll lick you out of pure gratitude: have a care--grog makes me fight like a tyger. THOMAS. It's a bargain,--I shou'd be sorry to try you; but I'll go lace you ale a little, and that will spoil your fighting, I warrant you. [_Aside, and exit._ DOLLY. You sha'n't fight him.--Oh, law, I wou'dn't trust myself with him alone, for the riches of the Indians! [_Exit, after him._