Cos. Wauns! I'll have it. Captain, give me a shilling; I'll follow you to the end of the world.

Tho. Nay, dear Costar! do'na: be advis'd.

Capt. P. Here, my hero, here are two guineas for thee, as earnest of what I'll do further for thee. Tho. Do'na take it; do'na, dear Costar!

[Cries, and pulls back his Arm. Cos. I wull-I wull.-Waunds! my mind misgives me that I shall be a captain myself—I take your money, sir, and now I am a gentleman.

Capt. P. Give me thy hand; and now you and I will travel the world o'er, and command it wherever we tread.-Bring your friend with you if you can. [Apart. Cos. Well, Tummas, must we part?

Tho. No, Costar, I cannot leave thee.---Come, captain, I'll e'en go along too; and if you have two honester simpler lads in your company than we two have been, I'll say no more.

Capt. P. Here, my lad. [Gives him Money] Now

your name.

Tho. Tummas Appletree.

Capt. P. And yours?

Cos. Costar Pearmain

Capt. P. Well said, Costar! Born where?

Tho. Both in Herefordshire.

Capt. P. Very well. Courage, my lads-Now we'll

Over the hills and far away.

Courage, boys, it is one to ten
But we return all gentlemen;

While conq'ring colours we display,
Over the hills and far away.

Re-enter SERGEANT KITE.

Kite, take care of 'em.

[Sings.

[Exit.

Serg. K. A'n't you a couple of pretty fellows now? Here you have complained to the captain, I am to be turned out, and one of you will be sergeant. Which of you is to have my halberd?

Čos. Tho. I.

Serg. K. So you shall-in your guts.-March, you [Exit, beating them off.

sons of

SCENE I. The Market Place.

Enter CAPTAIN PLUME and WORTHY.

Wor. I cannot forbear admiring the equality of our two fortunes: we love two ladies; they meet us half way; and just as we were upon the point of leaping into their arms, fortune drops into their laps, pride possesses their hearts, and away they run.

Capt. P. And leave us here to mourn upon the shore, a couple of poor melancholy monsters.-What shall we do?

Wor. I have a trick for mine: the letter, you know, and the fortune-teller.

Capt. P. And I have a trick for mine.

Capt. P. I'll never think of her again.
Wor. No!

Capt. P. No; I think myself above administering to the pride of any woman, were she worth twelve thousand a year; and I ha'n't the vanity to believe I shall ever gain a lady worth twelve hundred. The generous, good-natur'd Sylvia, when poor, I admire; but the haughty and scornful Sylvia, with her fortune, I despise. -What! sneak out of town, and not so much as a

word, a line, a compliment!-'Sdeath! how far off does she live? I'll go and break her windows.

Wor. Ha, ha, ha! ay, and the window-bars too to come at her. Come, come, friend, no more of your rough military airs.

Enter SERGEANT KITE.

Serg. K. Captain, captain! Sir, look yonder, she's a-coming this way. 'Tis the prettiest, cleanest, little tit! Capt. P. Now, Worthy, to show you how much I'm in love-here she comes. But, Kite, what is that great country fellow with her?

Serg. K. `I can't tell, sir.

Enter Rose, followed by her brother BULLOCK, with
Chickens in a Basket on her Arm.

Rose. Buy chickens, young and tender chickens, young and tender chickens.

Capt. P. Here, you chickens.

Rose. Who calls?

Capt. P. Come hither, pretty maid!
Rose. Will you please to buy, sir?
Wor. Yes, child, we'll both buy.

Capt. P. Nay, Worthy, that's not fair; market for
yourself Come, child, I'll buy all your stock.
Rose. Then it's all at your service.

[Courtesies.
[Exit.

Wor. Then must I shift for myself I find." Capt. P. Let me see; young and tender you say? [Chucks her under the Chin. Rose. As ever you tasted in your life, sir. Capt. P. Come, I must examine your basket, my dear!

Rose. Nay, for that matter, I warrant my ware is as good as any in the market.

Capt. P. And I'll buy it all, child, were it ten times

inore.

Rose. Sir, I can furnish you.

Capt. P. Come, then, we won't quarrel about the price; they're fine birds.-Pray what's your name, pretty creature?

Rose. Rose, sir. My father is a farmer within three short miles o'the town: we keep this market; I sell

chickens, eggs, and butter; and my brother Bullock there sells corn.

Bul. Come, sister, haste, we shall be late home. [Whistles about the Stage. Capt. P. Kite! [Tips him the Wink, he returns it] Pretty Mrs. Rose, you have let me see how many? Rose. A dozen, sir; and they are richly worth a crown. Bul. Come, Rouse; I sold fifty strake of barley today in half this time; but you will higgle and higgle for a penny more than the commodity is worth.

Rose. What's that to you, oaf? I can make as much out of a groat as you can out of fourpence, I'm sure. The gentleman bids fair; and when I meet with a chapman, I know how to make the best of him.-And so, sir, I say for a crown-piece the bargain's yours. Capt. P. Here's a guinea, my dear. Rose. I can't change your money, sir.

Capt. P. Indeed, indeed, but you can. My lodging is hard by, chicken; and we'll make change there.

[Exit; Rose follows him. Serg. K. So, sir, as I was telling you, I have seen one of these hussars eat up a ravelin for his breakfast, and afterwards picked his teeth with a palisado.

Bul. Ay, you soldiers see very strange things; but pray, sir, what is a rabelin?

Serg. K. Why, 'tis like a modern minced pie; but the crust is confounded hard, and the plums are somewhat hard of digestion.

Bul. Then your palisado, pray what may he be?———— Come, Rouse, pray ha' done."

Serg. K. Your palisado is a pretty sort of bodkin, about the thickness of my leg.

Bul. That's a fib, I believe. [Aside] Eh! where's Rouse?-Rouse, Rouse! 'Sflesh! where's Rouse gone? Serg. K. She's gone with the captain.

Bul. The captain! wauns! there's no pressing of

women sure?

Serg. K. But there is sure.

Oh! the devil take

Bul. If the captain should press Rouse, I should be ruined. Which way went she?your rabelins and palisadoes.

Serg. K. You shall be better acquainted with them, honest Bullock, or I shall miss of my aim.

Re-enter WORTHY.

Wor. Why thou art the most useful fellow in nature to your captain; admirable in your way, I find. Serg. K. Yes, sir, I understand my business, I will say it.

Wor. How came you so qualified?

Serg. K. You must know, sir, I was born a gipsy, and bred among that crew till I was ten years old; there I learned canting and lying: I was bought from my mother Cleopatra, by a certain nobleman, for three pistoles; who, liking my beauty, made me his page; there I learned impudence and pimping: I was turned off for wearing my lord's linen, and drinking my lady's ratafia, and turned bailiff's follower; there I learned bullying and swearing: I at last got into the army; and there I learned wenching and drinking-so that if your worship pleases to cast up the whole sum, viz. canting, lying, impudence, pimping, bullying, swearing, drinking, and a halberd, you will find the sum total amount to a recruiting sergeant.

Wor. And pray what induc'd you to turn soldier?

Serg. K. Hunger and ambition. The fears of starving, and hopes of a truncheon, led me to a gentleman with a fair tongue, who loaded me with promises; but, 'gad, it was the lightest load that ever I felt in my life. -He promised to advance me; and indeed he did so— to a garret in the Savoy. I asked him, "Why he put me in prison?" he call'd me, 66 Lying dog," and said, "I was in a garrison ;" and indeed 'tis a garrison that may hold out till doomsday before I should desire to take it again. But here comes justice Balance.

Re-enter BULLOCK, with JUSTICE BALANCE.

Just. B. Here you, sergeant, where's your captain? here's a poor foolish fellow comes clamouring to me with a complaint that your captain has press'd his sister. Do you know any thing of this matter, Worthy?

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