But foon the storm began to low'r ;- And fading like her cheek's foft bloom, SCENE III-Outfide of the Angel Inn. Enter Corporal BARREL, and Recruiting Party, feveral Countrymen with Cockades in their Hats.-Drum and Fife playing the Air, "Roast Beef." Corp. Huzza my boys!-if thofe are not a fet of as fine recruits as ever carried a mufket, my name is not Barrel-another fuch a day's work, will make my Officer a Captain; and, if merit fhould meet it's reward, will turn me, a noify Corporal, into an Orderly Serjeant, in boys-in with you. (As they go into the Tap Enter WILLIAM SEAGRAVE. Will. Corporal Corp. Hey! What do ye want?-Who are ye? Will. An Englishman,-have been a failorwould be a foldier.-(Will. ftands with his hands clafp'd, and eyes fixed on the ground) Corp. That's a brave fellow-afide.) he looks like a Frenchman, for all that he's as pale and thin as foup-meagre; I wonder what he lives upon. Will. (Abftractedly.) Dear Patty! Corp. Dear Patty!-the devil! Will. This will be a temporary relief-the has laboured inceffantly. Corp. Well, friend, here are two guineas. Corp. Two months! Will. 'Tis my turn now tho' we cannot find the bond-Old Worldly may still be induced to pay the money. Corp. Pay the money! Oh-the Captain will give you the bounty money, Will. He's rich. Corp. Not very-but then you'll have Will. A hundred pounds, it is nothing to him. Corp. A hundred pounds! Will. 'Twould be to us-every thing. Corp. If you think of getting a hundred pounds, friend, I fear you'll be difappointed. Will. I fear fo too.-(to the Corporal.) Corp. Well, there's the 'lifting money and the cockade, however. Will. (Again thoughtful) Should he still refuse, I muft write to my landlord Corp. (Takes out his note book.) Where born? Corp. -Very well, (writes. Where do you live? Will. I think 'tis in Gracechurch-Street. Corp. Oh-I did'nt know, there was such a street in this town. (writes.) How tall? Will. Near the Monument Corp. S'blood he's mad-I muft measure himWill. By the yard, the number, I thinkCorp. How old? Will. Forty-feven Corp. (Looking at him in aftonishment, and writing.) Forty-feven-impoffible Will. Right-exactly, and the name Corp. (Still writing.) Ay, the name? Will. Obadiah Broadbrim.-That will do Corp. Will it-well, I've put it all down according to orders; but I'll be fhot if the captain can make it out. Will. When muft I ar pear? Corp. At roll-call this evening.-But come, come in, and have fome roaft beef and fome punch.Were you ever found guilty of eating and drinking? Will. Never, while I had a fifter perishing for want. [Exit: Corp. What the devil can he mean-perifhing for want! Poor fellow, I am afraid his head's out of order for he has fo bother'd me with his description, and alarm'd me by his behaviour-that rot me if I know whether I ftand on my head or my heels. Well, this recruiting's fine fun however-such variety-I went laft night to fee the ftrolling players, dear, dear, how they did get on, talking of all forts of liquors 'till at laft I furely knew-whether I was in a play-house or a wine-vault. SONG.-BARREL. A play-houfe of liquor, 'tis found, rume. Many actors are certainly rum, A bumper, &c. For this, and Obadiah Broadbrim's Song, in the Second Act, I am indebted to the inimitable pen of George Colman, Esq. Then Juliet 'tis plain has her beer, To the family vault e'er they've brought her : Who poor creature had too much of Water. King Lear in the midft of his court, Thus a theatre waving dry facts, Plays like wines are fome four and some sweet, And damn'd pieces are all the cork'd bottles. [Exit. SCENE.-Room at an Inn-Waiters without calling coming, &c. a confusion of bells heard, three doors leading to chambers-with names written on them, Lion, Star, Drum,-Lieutenant FERVOR is feen at the Table with papers. Fer: This will do, this will do, this will do-none of your hum-drum moping, melancholy country villages this, all fpirit, life, and buftle, nothing like a populous market town to recruit in,-bells ringing, (pulls the bell violently.) colours flying, drums beating, (waiter without, 'coming Sir'.)-Waiters all attention, by the bye, nothing I like fo much as civility. (waiter croffes the flage very quick.) Holloa, my fine fellow!a word with you, Wait, Coming directly Sir. [Exit Waiter. Fer. Impudent rafcal!-Try again, (rings the bell.) I fhall get every information from the landlord-he's a civil man-fee that by his face. Enter Landlord, looking very angry, with a bill of fare in bis band. Oh Landlord,-wifh'd to fay-much pleased with the apartment-very clean and comfortable-fuit me exactly, (Looking round the room with nods of approbation to the Landlord, afide.) nothing like flattery, always answers, very good room indeed Landlord. Land. Yes Sir, the gentlemen of the Excife always dine in this room-we expect thein in lefs than half an hour, fo if you have done writing, Sir-(going to move the table, &c.) Fer. Stop-can't you be quiet a moment. Land. Impoffible Sir, there's company in every room in the house. Fer. Houfe full! what's to become of me? (bells ring.) Land. (Hurrying.) Blefs my foul, I never was fo hurried in my life. Fer. That's right,-that's right, nothing like bustle to keep people alive.-But where am I to fleep? Land. In the Drum Sir, Fer. A Drum! what d'ye mean? Land. A fnug room over the coach office gate. (pointing.) Fer. 'Sdeath, there'll be buftle enough there.-Coaches coming in all night. Eh? |