MARZO. I not understand. I no spik Englis.
BRASSBOUND. This thing (pointing to Drinkwater) is the greatest
liar, thief, drunkard, and rapscallion on the west coast.
DRINKWATER (affecting an ironic indifference). Gow orn, Gow orn.
Sr Ahrd ez erd witnesses to maw kerrickter afoah. E knaows ah
mech to believe of em.
LADY CICELY. Captain Brassbound: I have heard all that before
about the blacks; and I found them very nice people when they
were properly treated.
DRINKWATER (chuckling: the Italian is also grinning). Nah, Kepn,
nah! Owp yr prahd o y'seolf nah.
BRASSBOUND. I quite understand the proper treatment for him,
madam. If he opens his mouth again without my leave, I will break
every bone in his skin.
LADY CICELY (in her most sunnily matter-of-fact way). Does
Captain Brassbound always treat you like this, Mr. Drinkwater?
Drinkwater hesitates, and looks apprehensively at the Captain.
BRASSBOUND. Answer, you dog, when the lady orders you. (To Lady
Cicely) Do not address him as Mr. Drinkwater, madam: he is
accustomed to be called Brandyfaced Jack.
DRINKWATER (indignantly). Eah, aw sy! nah look eah, Kepn: maw
nime is Drinkworter. You awsk em et Sin Jorn's in the Worterleoo
Rowd. Orn maw grenfawther's tombstown, it is.
BRASSBOUND. It will be on your own tombstone, presently, if you
cannot hold your tongue. (Turning to the others) Let us
understand one another, if you please. An escort here, or
anywhere where there are no regular disciplined forces, is what
its captain makes it.
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