DRAMATIS PERSONÆ, AS ORIGINALLY ACTED AT DRURY-LANE THEATRE, OCT. 15, 1778. Mr. BADDEley. Commander-in-chief Mr. FARREN. Mr. DODD. THE CAMP. ACT I. SCENE I. The Road near the Camp. Enter OLD MAN. Old Man. COME along, neighbours, come along; we shall be too late for the suttlers' market. Enter Second MAN. 2d Man. Put on, put on, neighbours. Here, Robin, where are you, boy? Robin. [Behind.] I'm coming, feather, as soon as I can get the colt up; for the plaguy beast is down again, and mother and chickens are all in the slough. O. Man. Why, is the colt down again?—You graceless dog, help your mother up. -Oh, neighbour Farrow has helped her up, I see. Enter OLD WOMAN. O. Woman. Husband, as sure as you are alive, that rogue of a boy drove the colt in the dirt for the purpose, and down we came with such a wang O. Man. What a mercy it is the chickens escaped!- -Come, put on, neighbours. Enter ROBIN and Colt. Robin. Why, feather, how could I help it?• The colt has not had an eye in his head these eight years. O. Woman. O, here comes our kinswoman, and her daughter Enter MISS. Bless me, child! you are in such a heat, you'll quite spoil your complexion. Miss. Lord, neighbours, you hurry one so. 2d Woman. Put on, put on ;-make haste, we shall be too late. O dear, here comes Nell; and she'll scold us all for cheating the soldiers. 3d Woman. Damn that wench, she won't cheat herself, nor let other honest people do it, if she can help it; and she says she likes a soldier so well she would sell them goods for nothing. 2d Man. Come, neighbours, now we shall see what bargains your daughter will make at the Camp. 2d Woman. Ay, ay, soldiers are testy customers-They won't buy of the ugly onesO, here Nell comes. Enter NELL. Nell. Why, how now? what you are consulting how you shall cheat the poor soldiers: for; shame! for shame! how can you use the poor fellows so? a parcel of unfeeling wretches!Poor fellows, that risk their lives to defend your property, and yet you make it your study to defraud them. O. Woman. It's very hard, Nell, you won't let us have a little picking among 'em.—What, is it to you what we do? Nell. Yes, it is to me;-I never will bear to see a soldier cheated, with my eyes open. I love a soldier, and will always stand by them. Miss. Mind your own business, Nell. Nell. What's that you say, Miss Minx?— Here's a wench dressed out: the poor soldiers are forced to pay for all this finery, you impudent slut you. 2d Man. Why, Nell, if you go on at this rate we'll tell his worship, Mr. Gage, of you: he's an exciseman, and a great friend to us poor folks. |