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Show %6 The Recruiting Officer. he cali'd me lying Dog, and faid I was in Garrifon • and indeed, 'tis a Garrifon that m a y hold out till Dooms-day ber fore I fhou'd defire to take it again. But here comes Juftice Ballance. Enter Ballance and Bullock. Ball. Here, you Serjeant, where's your Captain ? Here's a poor foolifh Fellow comes clamouring to me with a Complaint, that your Captain has prefs'd his Sifter; do you know any thing of this matter, Worthy t Wor. Ha, ha, ha, I know his Sifter is gone with Plume to his Lodgings, to fell him fome Chickens. Ball. Is that all ? the Fellow's a Fool. Bull. I know that, an' pleafe you; but if your Worfhip pleafes to grant me a Warrant to bring her before you, for fear of the worft. Ball. Thou'rt mad, Fellow, thy Sifter's fafe enough. [Afide. Kite. I hope lb too. Wor. Haft thou no more fenfe, Fellow, than to believe thaf the Captain can lift W o m e n . Bull. I know not whether they lift them, or what they do with them, but, I a m fure, they carry as m a n y W o m e n as Men with them out of the Country. Ball. But how came you not to go along with your Sifter ? Bull. Lord, Sir, I thought no more of her going than I do of the D a y I fhall die ; but this Gentleman here, not fufpect-ing any hurt neither, I believe you thought no harm, friend, did you ? Kite. Lackaday, Sir, not I only that, I believe, I lhalj marry her to morrow. [Afide. Ball. I begin to fmeli Powder. WTelI, Friend, but what did that Gentleman with you ? Bull. W h y , Sir, heentertain'd m e with a fine Story of a great Fight between the Hungarians, I think it was, and the Irifh; and fo. Sir, while we were in the heat of the Battel- the Captain carry'd off the Baggage. Ball. Serjeant, go along with this Fellow to your Captain, give him m y humble Service, and defire him to difcharge the Wench, tho' he has lifted her. Bull. Ay, and if he ben't free for that, he fhall have another M a n m her place. Kite. Come, honeft Friend, you fhall go to m y Quarters in- Head of the Captain's. [Afide.] [Exeunt Kite and Bullock. Ball. W e muft get this mad Captain his Complement of Men, and fend him a packing, elfe hell over-run the Coun- |