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Show The Recruiting Officer. 67 j Plume. Ay! For what Reafon? ; Ball. Becaufe he is no lefs than what he faid he was, born of as good a Famil/ as any in this County, and he is Heir to twelve hundred Pound a Year. Plume. I'm very glad to hear it -* For I wanted but a M an of that Quality to make m y Company a perfect Rcprefenta- 1 tive of the whole Commons of England. Ball. Won't you difcharge him ? 1 Plume. Not under an hundred Pound Sterling. Ball. You fhall have it, for his Father is m y intimate Friend. Plume. Then you fhall have him for nothing. Ball. Nay, Sir, you lhall have your Price. Plume. Not a Penny, Sir; I value an Obligation to you much above an hundred Pound. Bull. Perhaps, Sir, you fhan't repent your Generofity r Will you pleafe to write his Difcharge in m y Pocket-Book? (Gives his Book.) In the mean time, we'll fend for the Gentleman. W h o waits there ? Enter Servant. 1 Go to the Captain's Lodging, and enquire for Mr. Wilful, tell ) him his Captain wants him here immediately. Ser. Sir, the Gentleman's below at the Door, enquiring . for the Captain. • Plume. Bid him come-up Here's the Difcharge, Sir ? Ball. Sir, I thank you 'Tis plain he had no hand in't. (Afide. Enter Silvia. Sil. I think, Captain, you might have us'd me better, than to leave m e yonder among your fwearing, drunken Crew; and you, Mr. Juftice, might have beenfo civil as to have invited m e to Dinner, for I have eaten with as good a M a n as your Worfhip. Plume. Sir, you muft charge our want of Refpect, upon our Ignorance of your Quality but n o w you are at Liberty 1 have difcharg'd you. Sil. Difcharg'd me! Ball. Yes, Sir, and you muft once more go home to your Father. Sil. M y Father! Then I a m difcoyer'd-'•-Oh, Sir, (Kneeling.) 1 expect no Pardon. Ball. Pardon! No, no, Child, your Crime fhall be your Ptinifhment; here, Captain, I deliver her over to the Conjugal Power for her Chaftifement; fince (he will be a Wife be you a Husband, a very HusbaEn de -^ - when fhe te|ls youh eorf |
