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Show <SO The Recruiting Officer. 2d. Mob. Ay, ay, come. • Kite. Home ! for fhame, Gentlemen, behave your felves better before your Captain : Dear Tummas, honeft Cofiar. 2<l.Mcb. N o , no, we'll be gone. Kite. Nay then, I command you to ftay: I place you both Centinels in this place, for two hours, to watch the Motion of St. Mary's Clock, you; and you the Motion of St. Chad's: A nd he that dares ftir from his Poft till hebereliev'd, fhall have ray Sword in his Guts the next minute. Plume. What's the matter, Serjeant? I'm afraid you are too rough with thefe Gentlemen. Kite. I'm too mild, Sir: They difobey Command, Sir, and one of'cm fhou'd be fhot for an Example to the other. 1 ft. Alob. Shot, Tummas! Plume. Come, Gentlemen, what's the matter? iff. Mob. W e don't k n o w ; the noble Serjeant is pleas'd to be in a Paffion, Sir • but« Kite. They difobey C o m m a n d , they deny their being lifted. 2d. Mob. Nay, Serjeant, w e don't downright deny it neither; that w e dare not do, for fear of being (hot: But we humbly conceive, in a civil way, and begging your W o r - fhip's Pardon, that w e may go home. Plume. That's eafily known; have either of you receiv'd any of the Queen's Money ? 1 ft. AM. Not a Brafs Farthing, Sir. Kite. Sir, they have each of them leceiv'd three and twenty Shillings and Six-pence, and'tis n o w in their Pockets. 1 ft. Mob. 'Wounds, if I have a Penny in m y Pocket but a bent Six-pence ; 111 be content to be lifted, and fhot into the bargain. • 2d. Mob. And I, look ye here, Sir. _ 1 ft. Mob. Ay, here's m y Stock too: Nothing but the Queen's Picture, that the Serjeant gave m e juft now. Kite. See there, a Broad-piece, three and twenty Shillings and Sixpence, t'other has the Fellow on't. Plume. The cafe is plain, Gentlemen, the Goods are found upon you: Thofe Pieces of Gold are worth Three andTwen* ty and Sixpence each. 1 ft. Mob. So it feems, that Carolns is Three and Twenty Shillings and Sixpence in Latin. 2cl. Mob. 'Tis the fame thing in Greek, for w e are lifted. 1 ft. Mob. Flefh ! but w e a'n't Tummas.: I defire to be carry'd before the Mayor, Captain. [Captain and Serjeant whif- Flume. 'Twill never do,.Kiz --- your damn'pde rT rtihcek swr whuiilnl1t e |