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Show 32 The Recruiting Officer. Braz. Nay, for that matter, Madam, there are Women 6t very good Quality of the N a m e of Brazen. Enter Worthy. Alel. O ! are you there, Gentleman ? Come, Caj£ tain, we'll walk this way, give me your Hand. Braz. M y Hand, Heart's Blood and Guts are at your Ser-. vice. Mr. Worthy, your Servant, m y Dear. [Exit, lead-, ing Melinda* Wcr. Death and Fire, this is not to be born. Enter Plume. Plume. N o more it is, 'faith. Wor. What? Plume. The March Beer at the Raven-, I have been doubly fcrving the Queen raifing Men, and raifing theExcife - Recruiting and Elections are rare Friends to the Excife. Wor. You a'n't drunk. Plume. N o , no, whimfical only; I cou d be mighty foolifh; and fancy my felf mighty witty. Reafon ftill keeps it? Throne, but it nods a little, that's all. War. Then you're juft fit for a Frolick. Plume. As fit as clofe Pinners for a Punk in the Pit. I lor. There's your Play then, recover m e that VeiTel from that Tangerine. Plume. She's well rigg'd, but how is fhe mann'd ? Wor. By Captain Brazen, that I told you of to D a y ; fhe is cali'd the Melinda, a Firft Rate, I can afTure you; fhe iheer'd off with him juft now, on purpofe to affront m e ; but according to your Advice I wou'd take no notice, becaufe I wou'd feem to be above a concern for her Behaviour; but have a care of a Quarrel. Plume. No; no, I never quarrel with any thing in m y Cups but an Oyfter-Wench, or a Cook-Maid ; and if they ben t civil, I knock 'em down : But heark'e, m y Friend, 111 make Love, and I muft make Love. I tell you what, I'll make LOVQ like a Platoon. Wor. Platoon, how's that ? Plume. Ill kneel, ftoop and ftand, 'faith ; moft Ladies are gain'd by Platooning. Wor. Here they come ; I muft leave you. [Exit. Plume. Soh! now muft I look as fober, and as demure, as a Whore at a Chriftning. Enter |