Pat. I am fure Charles will never defert me. Will. From his past behaviour, 'tis impoffible to doubt the nobleness of his nature, but remember, he is intirely dependant on his guardian who, very poffibly may object to his alliance with one fo much his inferior in fortune. Enter FERVOR. Fer. Here they are, here they are at laft, Fer. My charming, fweet, lovely Patty.-Seagrave, my good fellow, your hand. I haven't felt a moment of fuch real comfort fince we parted-but we won't talk of that, hang melancholy-kick care to the devil-fing to-day, laugh to-morrow-oh I'm fo happy-but there's been a devil of a bustle. Pat. Dear, Charles, what about? Fer. I have fuch news Will. What fort? Fer. All forts-good, bad, and indifferent-in the first place, you must know, I'm a great fcoundrel Will. That's not true. Fer. So I fay-next-I've got promotion-leave to raise a company. Will. That I rejoice at, what else? Enter Sir BAROMETER-Sir B. flops fuddenly on feeing FERVOR, Sir B. behind, liftens, and by action, Shows his feelings at the feene. Sir B Oh, there he is. Fer. Oh plenty, plenty-your tender-hearted landlord and my deputy guardian has order'd me to worry you for the rent, which if you do not pay, you will inevitably be caged in a jail. Pen. Ungenerous-cruel man I Will. You know Charles, 'tis impoffible. Sir B. (Behind, and shaking his flick at FERVOR. Oh, you villain. Fer. To be fure I do fo does Broadbrim; but unless I receive the money, I fhall be laid like you in the black hole. My company will march to the right about-J fhall not be able to marry Patty, and -what the devil's that? (pointing to the cockade.) Pat. Oh, Charles: Will. Hard prefs'd by poverty, exhaufted by illnefs, and difhearten'd by hopeless endeavours to obtain a fubsiftance-as the only means left of procuring an immediate fupply-I inlifted this morning to the recruiting party now in town, Sir B. (Bebind.) Oh!— Fer. What my party, you a foldier? [Exit. Fer. Yes-but it can't be-his name is not down in the roll. Pat. Indeed it is true. Fer. Impoffible-what could induce fuch rafhnefs? (WILLIAM turns from him, and FERVOR catches his hand.) Will. We had not a fhilling in the world. Fer. No-no-no money-no food--no-and Patty.-William-what the devil ails ye both-a-a -ant you fet care at-defiance, and lau-a-a-augh at misfortunes as I do (trying to laugh, but choaking with excels of feeling) ha! ha!-Come, come be alive.William, s'death cheer up (recovering) come go with me-I'll find Sir Barometer-tell him the plain ftory-ftate the facts-produce the vouchers-and I fhouldn't be furprifed now, if Patty and I were to marry, raise a company, encrease the ftanding army, escape the prifon, bilk the bailiffs, and bother old Broadbrim, fo come along my boy. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Enter Corporal BARREL and OBADIAH Corp. and Oba. Tollol, de rol, &c. DUET. Oba. Of the mighty power of love, And to my bofom take her; Corp. I never did his fellow fee, O what an upright Quaker! Oba. Paft awhile the wedding joys, Oba. While both can fing, Corp. "Long live the King." Oba. Verily-aye-for ever." [Exit OBA, half finging and speaking. Corp. There he goes-there he goes-ha! ha! ha! -now, that fellow's as drunk as a watchman-it's quite dreadful to think how men can give way to fu-u-uch hor-horri-horrible habits. However, I fhouldn't have wonder'd if I had been a little tiply myfelf-for they made the laft bowl of punch with gin, inftead of water. Enter Bailiffs. 1ft. Bai. Holloa, Soldier,-Can you direct us to to Captain Charles Fervor? Corp. Soldier, indeed!-damn your impudence.I'd have you to know, I'm a Corporal-Barrel by name, and gunpowder by nature,-fo ftand clear, for I'm pretty well prim'd. 2d. Bai. Well, good Corporal Barrel, can you tell us where Captain Fervor is? Corp. No, don't know any He's only a Lieutenant yet. fuch perfon-Afide.) ift. Bai. Come, my lad, dire&t us to him.-He expects us, I affure ye. Corp. Oh, he expects you, does he-that alters the cafe.-Corporal catches them winking at each other.) -bums, bums as I hope to be made a ferjeant!So, he expects you, does he?-(afide.) They are both of 'em fhockingly drunk-fo I'll manoeuvre 'em.-Hark'ye my lads, if I 'peach, you'll come down with the clinkum, eh--humph? Bai. O, yes-we'll drink together Corp. Drink! O fie-No, I'll be more careful of you-you have drank too much already-no-no (afide.) Now I'll do 'em.-If you think it worth while to cut with a feven fhilling bit,-I'll fack the cash, and fhow ye the man. 2d Bai. (aside.) Give it him Tom-they won't mind the expence if we can but nab the Captain. ift Bai Well Corporal-here's a crown. Corp. A crown! what d'ye mean by that, you fon of a catchpole-I won't take a tizzy lefs, and, I tell you what my hearty's, if you don't this inftant down with the duft, I'll raife raife my price-I will-I'll raife my price Bai. Well then, no more words-there's the money-now for the man Corp. Stop-don't be in fuch a confounded hurry is it a good one. (looks at it.) Bai. Now then, where is he? Corp. Who? Bai. Zounds the officer that's recruiting in this town? Corp. Oh, aye, well he lodges at this very houfe. Bai. How is he drefs'd? Corp. You are a pretty fellow to ask how an officer is dreffed-why in fcarlet, to be fure. Bai. With a cap? Corp. To be fure-what's an officer without a сар. Bai. In red, with a cap, very well. [Exeunt Bailiffs. Corp. You'll not find it very well-at least I hope fo, you ugly hounds-eh! eh! eh!-I've manœuvred 'em however-now then I'm off, right-leftfteady," fing old Rofé and burn the bellows," fteady-tol de rol, fteadyfteady. Enter FERVOR. Fer. How now firrah-I thought I ordered you to bed. Corp. Yes, and I know its' well for you I did not obey orders.-You're in the very jaws of the enemy, -fo the right about, quick march. Fer What do you mean? Corp. The tips are come, and you'll be nabb'dyou'll be nabb'd to a certainty,-if you don't go directly and put on a cock'd hat, and a blue coat, I fee you are a little tiply as well as the reft,-so if you should chance to meet 'em-you know meCorporal Barrel,-pray make use of my name,--t'will pass you free-free as a counterfign. E |