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Show 12 The Recruiting Officer; A C T II. S C El N E, An Apartment. Enter Juftice Ballance and Plume. Ball. T Ook'e, Captain, give us but Blood for our Money,' •*-' and you fhan't want Men. I remember that for fome Years of the laft W a r , w e had no Blood, no Wounds, hut in the Officers Mouths; Nothing for1 our Millions but News-Papers not worth a Reading - - Our Army did nothing but play at Prifon Bars, and hide and feek with the Enemy; but now ye have brought us Colours, and Standards, and Prifoners - Ad's m y Life, Captain, get us but another Marfhal of France, and I'll go m y felf for a Soldier Plume. Pray, Mr. Ballance, how does your fair Daughter ? Ball. Ah, Captain! What is m y Daughter to a Marfhal of France? We're upon a nobler Subje6f, I want to have a' particular Defcription of the Battel of Hocijtat; Plume. The Battel, Sir, was a very pretty Battel as one fhou d defire to fee, but we were all fo intent upon Victory, that we never minded the Battel; all that I know of the matter is, our General commanded us to beat the French, and we did fo; and if he pleafes but to fay the word, we'll dot agen. But pray, Sir, how does Mrs. Silviaf Ball. Still upon Silvia! For fhame, Captain, you are engag'd already, wedded to the W a r ; Victory is your Miftrefs., and tis below a Soldier to think of any other. Plume. As a Miftrefs, I confefs, but as a Friend, Mr. Ballance. Ball. Come, come, Captain, never mince the matter, wou'd not you debauch m y Daughter if you cou'd ? Plume. H o w , Sir! I hope fhe's not to be debauch'd, Ball. Faith, but fhe is. Sir; and any W o m a n in England of her Age and Complexion, by a M a n of your Youth and Vigour. Look'e, Captain, once I was young, and once an Officer as you are; and I can guefs at your Thoughts now, by what mine were then ; and 1 remember very well, that I wou'd have given one of m y Legs to have deluded the Daughter of an old Country Gentleman, as like me as I was then like you. Plun;c |
