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Show The Recruiting Officer. 45 Wor. One that I wou'd not let you feej for fear that you fhou'd break Windows in good earneft. (Knocking at the Door. Kite. Officers, to your Ports. (Exeunt Plume and Worthy. Mind the Door. ( Servant opens the Door. Enter a Smith. Smith. Well, Mafter, are you the Cunning M a n ? Kite. I a m the Learned Copernicus. Smith. Well, Mafter, I'm but a poor Man, and I cant afford above a Shilling for m y Fortune. Kite. Perhaps that is more than tis worth. Smith. Look ye, Doctor, let m e have iomething that's good for m y Shilling, or 111 have m y Money again. Kite. If there be Faith in the Stars, you fhall have your Shilling forty fold Your Hand, Country-man, you're by Trade a Smith. Smith. H o w the Devil fhou'd you know that ? Kite. Becaufe the Devil and you are Brother-Tradefmen - You were born under Forceps. Smith. Forceps, what's that ? Kite. One of the Signs: There's Leo, Sagittarius, Forceps, Furns, Dixmude, Namur, Bruffels, Charlcroy, and fo forth • Twelve of 'em Let m e fee - did you ever make any Bombs or Cannon-Bullets? Smith. Not I. Kite. You either have, or will The Stars have decreed, that you fhall be I muft have more Money, Sir • • Your Fortune's great. Smith. Faith, Doctor, I have no more. Kite. 0,Sir, I'll truft you, and take it out of your Arrears. Smith. Arrears! what Arrears ? Kite. The Five hundred Pound that's owing to you from the Government. Smith. Owing m e! Kite. Owing you, Sir • Let m e fee your t'other Hand, • I beg your Pardon, it will be owing to you : And the Rogue of an Agent will demand Fifty per Cent, for a Fortnight's Advance. Smith. I'm in the Clouds, Doctor, all this while. Kite. Sir, I a m above 'em, among the Stars In two Years, three Months, and two Hours, you will be made Captain of the Forges to the Grand Train of Artillery, and will have Ten Shillings a Day, and two Servants 'Tis the Decree of the Scars, and of the Fix'd Stars, that are as immoveable as Fly, Si ry,o ubre Agnovniel. Strike,f S ir, while the Iron is Shomti th. • |