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Show 2 The Recruiting Officer. great Man Sir, will you give me leave to try this Cap upon your Head ? " . Mob. Is there no harm in't i Won't the Cap lift m e ? Kite. No, no, no more than I can Come, let me fee how it becomes you ? Mob. Are you lure there be no Conjuration in it? No Gun-powder Plot upon me? Kite. No, no, Friend; don't fear, Man. Mob. M y Mind mifgives me plaguily Let me fee it (Going to put it on.) It fmells woundily of Sweat and Brimftone. Pray, Serjeant, what Writing is this upon the Face of it ? Kite. The Crown, or the Bed of Honour. Mob. Pray now, what may be that fame Bed of Honour ? Kite. O ! A mighty large Bed • Bigger by half than Che great Bed at Ware ten thoufand People may lie in it together, and never feel one another. Mob. M y Wife and I wou'd do well to lie in't, for we don't care for feeling one another But do Folk fleep found in this fame Bed of Honour ? Kite. Sound! Ay, fo found, that they never awake. . Mob. Wauns! I wifh again that m y Wife lay there. Kite. Say you lo ? Then, I find, Brother • Mob. Brother 1 Hold there, Friend; I a m no Kindred to you that I know of yet. Look'e, Serjeant, no Coaxing, no Wheedling, d'ye lee If I have a mind to lift, why fo If not, why 'tis not fo therefore take your Cap and your Brotherfhip back again, for 1 a m not difpos'd at this prefent Writing No Coaxing, no Brothering me, Faith. Kite. I coax 1 I wheedle! I'm above it! Sir, 1 have ferv'd twenty Campaigns But, Sir, you talk well, and I muft own that you are a M a n every Inch of you, a pretty young fprightly Fellow 1 love a Fellow with a Spirit; but I fcorn to coax, 'tis bafe: Tho' I muft fay, that never in iny Life have 1 feen a M a n better built; how firm and ftrong he treads! He fteps like a Caflle; but I fcorn to wheedle any M a n - Come, honeft Lad, will you take fhare of a Pot? Mob. Nay, for that matter, I'll fpend my Penny with the beft He that wears a Head, that is, begging your Pardon, Sir, and in a fair way. Kite. Give me your hand then; and now, Gentlemen, I have no more to fay, but this, - H4e re's a Purfe of Gaonldd . |