I am not a stranger Here in your crooked little town.
MERRY.
How now, sir?
Do you abuse our town?
[Exit.
GOLDSMITH.
Oh, no offence.
KEMPTHORN.
Ralph, I am under bonds for a hundred pound.
GOLDSMITH.
Hard lines.

What for?
KEMPTHORN.
To take some Quakers back I brought here from Barbadoes in the Swallow.
And how to do it I don't clearly see, For one of them is banished, and another Is sentenced to be hanged! What shall I do?
GOLDSMITH.
Just slip your hawser on some cloudy night; Sheer off, and pay it with the topsail, Simon! [Exeunt.
SCENE II.

-- Street in front of the prison.

In the background a gateway and several flights of steps leading up terraces to the Governor's house.

A pump on one side of the street.