Why, curse your Men, I suppose they wanted Rum;

They'll rarely be content, I know, without it.

Ponteach.

Ponteach.

What then? If Indians are such Fools, I think

White Men like you should stop and teach them better.

Cockum.

Cockum.

I'm not a Pedagogue to your curs'd Indians.

Ponteach.

Ponteach.

Colonel, I hope that you'll consider this.

Frisk.

Frisk.

Why, don't you see the Colonel will not hear you?

You'd better go and watch your Men yourself,

Nor plague us with your cursed endless Noise;

We've something else to do of more Importance.

Ponteach.

Ponteach.

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