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Show The Recruiting Officer. g is all w e want at prefent But yonder comes your Friends Mr. Worthy Has your Honour any farther Commands? Plume. None at prefent. [Exit Kite.] Tis indeed the Pi- &UKo[Wortby, but the Life's departed. Enter Worthy. What, Arms a-crofs, Worthy'. Methinks you fhould hold 'em open, when a Friend's fo near The M a n has got the Vapours in his Ears, I believe: I muft expel this melancholy Spirit. Spleen, thou worft of Fiends below, Fly, I conjure thee by this Magick Blow. (Slaps Worthy on the Shoulder. Wor. Plume I m y dear Captain, welcome. Safe and found return'd! Plume. I 'fcap'd fafe from Germany, and found, I hope, from Ijondon ; you fee I have loft neither Leg, Arm, nor Nofe; then for m y Infide, 'tis neither troubl'd with Sympathies nor Antipathies; and I have an excellent Stomach for Roaft- Beef. Wor. Thou art a happy Fellow ; once I was fo. Plume. What ails thee, M a n ? No Inundations nor Earthquakes in Wales, I hope ? Has your Father rofe from the Dead, and reaftum'd his Eftate ? Wor. No. Plume. Then you are marry'd furely: Wor. No. Plume. Then you arc mad, or turning Quaker. Wor. Come, I muft out with it Your once gay, roving Friend, is dwindl'd into an obfequious, thoughtful, roman-tick, conftant Coxcomb. Plume. A n d pray, what is all this for ? 1 lor. For a W o m a n. Plume. Shake Hands, Brother, if thou go to that, behold me as obfequious, as thoughtful, and as conftant a Coxcomb as your Worfhip. Wor. For whom? Plume. For a Regiment • But for a W o m a n ! S'death! I have been conftant to fifteen at a time, but never melan-cholly for one; and can the love of one bring you into this condition ? Pray, who is this wonderful Hellen f Wor. A Hellen indeed, not to be won under a Ten Years Siege, as great a Beauty, and as great a Jilt. Plume. A jilt! Pho! Is fhe as great a Whore ? Wor. N o , no. A a 4 Plume. |