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Show The Recruiting Officer. 29 to be jealous of this Fellow, I think fhe ought to give you caufe to be fo. Wor. I don't think fhe encourages him fo much for gaining her felf a Lover, as to fet m e up a Rival; were there any credit to be given to his words, I fhould believe Melinda had made him this Affignation j I muft go fee; Sir, you'll pardon me. Ball. Ay, ay, Sir, you're a M a n of bufinefs« But what have w e got here ? Enter Rofe finging. Rofe. A n d I fhall be a Lady, a Captain's Lady, and ride fingle upon a white Horfe with a Star, upon a Velvet Side-faddle; and 1 fhall go to London, and fee the Tombs, and the Lions, and the Queen. Sir, an' pleafe your Worfhip, I have often feen your Worfhip ride through our Grounds a hunting, begging your Worfhip's Pardon Pray, what may tjfris Lace be worth a Yard ? [Shewing fome Lace. Ball. Right Mechlin, by this Light! Where did you get this Lace, Child ? Rofe. N o matter for that, Sir, I came honeftly by it. Ball. I queftion it much. Rofe. And fee here, Sir, a fine Turky-fhell Snuff-box, and fine Mangere, fee here. [Takes Snuff affcUedly.] The Captain learn'd m e how to take it with an Air. Ball. O h o ! the Captain ! N o w the Murther's out, and fo the Captain taught you to take it with an Air. Rofe. Yes, and give it with an Air too Will your W o r fhip pleafe to tafte m y Snuff? [Offers the Box afetledly. Ball. You are a very apt Scholar, pretty Maid. And pray, what did you give the Captain for thefe fine things ? Rofe. He's to have m y Brother for a Soldier, and two or three Sweet-hearts that I have in the Country, they fhall all go with the Captain : O , he's the fineft M a n , and the hum-bleft withal; wou'd you believe it, Sir ? He carry'd m e up with him to Ins o w n Chamber, with as much Familiarity as if I had been the beft Lady in the Land. Ball. Ohl he's a mighty familiar Gentleman, as can be. Enter Plume finging. Plume. But it is not fo, With thofe that go; Thro' Froft and Snow, Aloft apropo, My Maid with the AIilkin?~pail. [Talis hold of Rofe, H o w , the Juftice! then I'm arraign'd, condemn'd,and executed. Ball. |