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Show The Recruiting Officer. IJ -Plume. But, Sir, was that Country Gentleman your Friend and Benefactor ? Ball. Not much of that. Plume. There the Comparifon breaks, the Favours. Sir* that Ball. Pho, I hate Speeches; if I have done you any Service, Captain, 'twas to pleafe m y felf, for I love thee ; and if I cou'd part with m y Girl, you fhou'd have her as foon as any young Fellow I know: But I hope you have more H o nour than to quit the Service, and fhe more Prudence than to follow the C a m p ; but fhe's at her o w n Difpofal, fhe has fifteen hundred Pound in her Pocket, and fo, Silvia, Silvia I (QIU. Enter Silvia. Sil. There are fome Letters, Sir, come by the Poft from London, 1 left them upon the Table in your Clofet. Ball. And here is a Gentleman from Germany, (Prefents Plume to her.) Captain, you'll excufe me, 111 go and read m y Letters, and wait on you. (Exit. Sil. Sir, you are welcome to England. Plume. Y o u are indebted to m e a Welcome, Madam, fince the hopes of receiving it from this fair Hand, was the principal Caufe of m y feeing England. Sil. I have often heard that Soldiers were fincere, fhall I venture to believe publick Report ? Plume. You may, when 'tis back'd by private Infiirance ; for I fwear, M a d a m , by the Honour of m y Profelfion, that whatever Dangers I went upon, it was with the hope of m a king m y felf more worthy of your Efteem, and if ever I had Thoughts of preferving m y Life, 'twas for the Pleafure of dying at your Feet. Sil. Well, well, you fhall die at m y Feet, or where you will; but you know, Sir, there is a certain Will and Tefta-ment to be made before-hand. Plume. M y Will, Madam, is made already, and there it is; and if you pleafe to open that Parchment, which was drawn the Evening before the Battel of Blcinheim, you will find whom.l left m y Heir. Sil. Mrs. Silvia Ballance, (Opens the Will and reads.) Well, Captain, this is a handfome, and a fubftantial Complement ; but I can allure you, I a m much better pleas'd with the bare Knowledge of your Intention, than I fhou'd have been in the PofTciTion of your.Legacy: But, methinks, Sir, you fhou'd have left fomething to your little Boy ai die Caftle. Plume. |