SIR JOSEPH WITTOLL, SHARPER following.

SHARP. Sure that's he, and alone.

SIR JO. Um--Ay, this, this is the very damned place; the inhuman
cannibals, the bloody-minded villains, would have butchered me last
night. No doubt they would have flayed me alive, have sold my
skin, and devoured, etc.

SHARP. How's this!

SIR JO. An it hadn't been for a civil gentleman as came by and
frighted 'em away--but, agad, I durst not stay to give him thanks.

SHARP. This must be Bellmour he means. Ha! I have a thought -

SIR JO. Zooks, would the captain would come; the very remembrance
makes me quake; agad, I shall never be reconciled to this place
heartily.

SHARP. 'Tis but trying, and being where I am at worst, now luck!--
cursed fortune! this must be the place, this damned unlucky place -

SIR JO. Agad, and so 'tis. Why, here has been more mischief done,
I perceive.

SHARP. No, 'tis gone, 'tis lost--ten thousand devils on that