This little Weight. I cannot give you more.[Pg 121] [Pg 121] 1st Indian. 1st Indian. Well, take 'em; weigh 'em. Don't you cheat us now. M'Dole. M'Dole. No: He that cheats an Indian should be hang'd. There's Thirty Pounds precisely of the Whole; Five times Six is Thirty. Six Quarts of Rum. Jack, measure it to them: you know the Cask. This Rum is sold. You draw it off the best. Indians Murphey. Murphey. By Jove, you've gain'd more in a single Hour Than ever I have done in Half a Year; Curse on my Honesty! I might have been A little King, and liv'd without Concern, Had I but known the proper Arts to thrive.
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