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Show 18 The Recruiting Officer. Wor. At Horton's; I am to meet him there two hours hence, and w e fhould be glad of your Company. Ball. Your Pardon, dear Worthy, I muft allow a D a y or two to the Death of m y Son: The Decorum of Mourning is what w e owe the World, becaufe they pay it to us afterwards. I'm yours over a Bottle, or how you will. Wor. Sir, I'm your humble Servant. (Exeunt fever ally. SCENE, The Street. Enter Kite, with a Mob in each hand drunk Kite fings. Our Prentice Tom may now refufe, To wipe his fcoundrel Mafter s Shoes; For now he's free to fing and play, Over the Hills, and far away Over, &c. [The M o b fing the Chorus. "We fhall lead more happy Lives, By getting rid of Brats and Wives, That Jcold and brawl both Night and Day ; Over the Hills, and far away Over, Sic. Kite. Hey Boys! Thus we Soldiers live; drink, fing,dance, play : W e live, as one fhou'd fay we live 'tis im-poffible to tell how w e live We are all Princes Why why, you are a King You are an Emperor, and I'm a Prince now a'n't we i ft. Mob. Np, Serjeant, 111 be Emperor. Kite. N o ! i ft. Mob. N o , III be a Juftice of Peace. Kite. A Juftice of Peace, M a n ! I ft. Mob. Ay, wauns will I; for fince this Prefllng-Act, they are greater than any Emperor under the Sun. Kite. Done: Ycu are a Juftice of Peace, and you are a King, and I a m a Duke, and a rum Duke, a'n't I ? 2d. Mob. Ay, but ill be no King. Kite. W h a t then ? 2d. Mob. Ill be a Queen. Kite* A Queen! 2d. Mob. Ay, Queen of England, that's greater than any King of 'em all. Kite. Bravely faid,'faith ; Huzza for the Queen. [Huzza /J But heark'e, you Mr. Juftice, and you Mr. Queen, did you i nevJelro bfe.e N tohe, Qnuoe,e nno's, Picture ? Kite. |