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Show The Recruiting Officer. y Plume. What! noBaftards! and fomany Recruiting Officers in T o w n ! I thought 'twas a Maxim among them, to leave as many Recruits in the Country as thev'carry'd out. Wor. N o body doubts your Good-will, noble Captain, in ferving your Country with your beft Blood, witnefs our Friend Molley at the Caftle; - there have been Tears in T o w n about that bufinefs, Captain. Plume. I hope, Silvia has not heard of it. Wor. O Sir! have you thought of her ? I began to fancy you had forgot poor Silvia. Plume. Your Affairs had put mine quite out of m y Head. 'Tis true, Silvia and I had once agreed to go to Bed together, cou'd w e have adjufted Preliminaries ; but fhe wou'd have the Wedding before Confummation, and I was forConfum-mation before the Wedding ; w e cou'd not agree. She was a pert, obftinate Fool, and wou'd lofe her Maiden-head her o wn way, fo fhe may keep it for Plume. Wor. But do you intend to marry upon no other Conditions? Plume. Your Pardon, Sir, I'll marry upon no condition at all. If 1 fhou'd, I a m refolv'd never to bind m y felf to a W o m a n for m y whole Life, till I know whether I fhall like her company for half an hour. Suppofe I marry'd a W o m a n that wanted a Leg fuch a thing might be, unlefs I exa-min'd the Goods beforehand if People wou'd but try one another's Conftitutions before they engag'd, it wou'd prevent all thefe Elopements, Divorces, and the Devil knows what. Wor. Nay, for that matter, the T o w n did not ftLk to fay, that- Plume. I hate Country-Towns for that reafon if your T o w n has a dilhonourable thought of Silvia, it defervesto be burnt to the ground. I love Silvia, I admire her frank, generous Difpofition There's fomething in that Girl more than W o m a n , her Sex is but a Foil to her. The Ingratitude, Diflimulation, Envy, Pride, Avarice, and Vanity of her Sifter Females, do but fet off their Contraries in her In fhort, were 1 once a General, I wou'd marry her. Wor. Faith, you have reafon for were you but a Cor* poral, fhe wou'd marry you • But m y Melinda Coquets it with every Fellow fhe fees I'll lay Fifty Pound fhe makes Love to you. Plume. Ill lay Fifty Pound that I return ir, if fhe does - Look'e, Worthy, I'll win her, and give her to you afterwards. Wor. If you win her, you fhall weather, Faith ; I wou'd not value the Conqueft, without the credit of the Victory. Enter |