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ANY THING NEW?

ACT I.

SCENE I.-A Country Village.-Soldiers discovered.

OH!

CHORUS.

H! merry is a Soldier's life,

To foes he'll never yield,

He little knows of care and strife,
But when he's in the field;
Then when the cannons rattle,
'Tis courage doth inspire,
When vict'ry crowns the battle
'Tis love his heart can fire.

Then march away

With spirits gay,

Sometimes we fight,

Sometimes we play;

None on earth can live so merrily,

While the drum and fife sounds cherrily,

So a Soldier's the life for me.

[Exeunt.

As they march off, Enter PETER BABBLE.

Peter. But a foldier's not the life for me-glad they're gone-ftaid in our village long enough— I'm no man of war-wanted to make me one tho' -got drunk laft night, made me valiant-never fo when fober-wanted me to 'lift-thank ye for nothing, fays I. Oh! here comes Fanny-could lift to her for ever-Nature formed me for Love, not War. Pretty girl-plump as a pullet-rofy cheeks-black eyes lips red as a cherry-love to see her pout 'em -long to kifs 'em.

Enter FANNY TRANSIT.

Ah, Fanny-how do Fanny

Fanny. What, Mr, Babble-(stupid fool, he's always in the way)-taking leave of the foldiers?

Peter. Yes, French leave-they're off-fond of peace and quietnefs-domeftic happiness-roast beef-a wife-two or three little children-fire-fide, pipe, and a newspaper

Fanny. Where you can read of battles without danger, and enjoy comfort without the trouble of de.erving it.

Peter. All men are not born to fight. I never could

Fanny You never tried, I'm fure of that

Peter. True-I'm a peaceable man-hate furgery-saw a boxing match once-beat one another to mummy-then thook hands-beft of friends.The winner rode away on a barouche-box fide of my Lord-not cramm'd infide like a coachman. Plague on fuch friendship, fay 1-No-I ferve my friends in another way-advife 'em-if they don't -take it can't help it-no fault of mine

Fanny. And thus you efcape after fetting the best of friends by the ears; you pretend vafl fincerity to all your neighbours, and tattle the fecrets of the village from one to another, like an old maid at a teas table, doing more mifchief in ten minutes than you can mend in ten months.

Peter. What a tongue; but I must marry-mother faid I muft-poor foul-fhe had a tongue

too

Fanny. Haven't you teazed me to accept you inftead of Oliver Whitethorn; with your friendthip as you call it; but though I've fet my heart on a foldier, and Oliver is only the fon of a poor gardener, depend on it I'll never marry fo peaceable a man as Mr. Peter Babble, the perfumer's fon.

Peter. 'Twas my duty to perfuade you against him. Your uncle was a great man-a rich man. Now, don't think any more of this Oliver. What would Mr. Sidney fay on his return, to find his neice grafted on the ftump of a cabbage-but mum's the word!-I fay nothing. Hey! who's here-another woman-two tongues !-I've only one-good bye, Fanny.

Enter ELLEN WHITET HORN.

Ellen. Hey-day! Mr. Babble and Mifs Fanny Tranfit quarrelling! Why, he told me, you were the best of friends.

Peter. So we are, but always quarrel-proof of love.

Fanny. Love!

Ellen. Love! why, haven't you fworn to me time out of mind, that nobody but I should be your wife. Peter. Did I?-fhort memory-don't recollect— however, fecond thoughts are beft-Any Thing New -befides, not made for each other-I am not hand