And bless the first Inventor of a Gun.

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Scene III. An English Fort.

Scene III.

Enter Colonel Cockum and Captain Frisk.

Cockum

Frisk

Cockum.

Cockum.

What shall we do with these damn'd bawling Indians?

They're swarming every Day with their Complaints

Of Wrongs and Injuries, and God knows what—

I wish the Devil would take them to himself.

Frisk.

Frisk.

Your Honour's right to wish the Devil his Due.

I'd send the noisy Hellhounds packing hence,

Nor spend a Moment in debating with them.

The more you give Attention to their Murmurs,

The more they'll plague and haunt you every Day,

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