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Show 22 The Recruiting Officer. you Men for ever: Every Man has his Lot, and you have yours: What think you now of a Purfe of French Gold out of a Monfieur's Pocket, after you have dafh'd out his Brains with the But of your Firelock? eh ! lft.Mob. Wauns! Ill have it, Captain - - give m e a Shilling, 111 follow you to the End of the World. 2d. Mob. Nay,deai Coftar, do'na; beadvis'd. Plume. Here, m y Hero, here are :wo Guineas for thee, as Earneft of what 111 do farther for thee. 2d. Mob. Do'na take it, do'na, dear Coftar. [&ies, and pulls back his Arm. i ft. Mob. I wull - I wull i 'Waunds, my Mind gives ^ne, that I lhall be a Captain m y felf I take your M o ney, Sir, and now I a m a Gentleman. Plume. Give me thy Hand, and now you and I will travel the World o'er , and command it wherever we tread Bring your Friend with you, if you can. [Afide. ift. Mob. Well, Tummas, muft we part 2d. Mob. No, Coftar, I canno leave thee Come, Captain, I'll e'en go along too ; and if you have two honefter fimpler Lads in your Company, than we two been, 111 fay no more. Plume. Here, m y Lad. [Gives him Money."} N o w your Name ? ift. Mob. Tummas Appletree. Tlume. And yours ? 2d. Mob. Coftar Pair main. Plume. Born where ? ii\.Mob. Both in Here for dflnre\ Plume. Very well: Courage, my Lads Now well ung, Over the Hills, and far away. Courage, Boys, 'tis One to Ten, But we return all Gentlemen, &c. [Exeunt The End of the Second ACT. ACT |