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THE ROBBERS.

Roller.

Ay truly,—and something more.—I was at the foot of the gallows, man! Stay till I get my breath—Switzer will tell you—Give me a glass of brandy!—Are you there, Maurice?—Come back too? I thought to have met you somewhere else.—Give me a glass of brandy! I have not one bone sticking to another,—that damn'd rack! The Captain! Where's my Captain?

Razman.

Have patience, man, have patience.—Come, tell us,—tell us,—How did you escape? How came you off? I am in a maze!—From the foot of the gallows, did you say?

Roller.

(Drinks off a bumper of brandy.) Ha! that smacks;—'t has the right bite;—strait from the gallows, boy.—You stare at me!—What, you don't believe it?—I was but three steps off from Abraham's bosom—No more.—You would not have given a pinch of snuff for my life.—'Twas my Captain; I thank my Captain for my breath, my liberty, my life!

Switzer.

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