PEW. Lord love you, don't you struggle, now, don't you. (_She escapes into front R. corner, where he keeps her imprisoned._) Ah, well, we'll get you again, my lovely woman. What a arm you've got--great god of love--and a face like a peach! I'm a judge, I am. (_She tries to escape; he stops her._) No, you don't; O, I can hear a flea jump! (But it's here where I miss my deadlights. Poor old Pew; him as the ladies always would have for their fancy man and take no denial; here you are with your commander's daughter close aboard, and you can't so much as guess the colour of her lovely eyes. [_Singing_]-- "Be they black like ebony, Or be they blue like to the sky." 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 closes 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