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Show The Recruiting Officer. 69 Enter Brazen. Braz. Gentlemen, I a m yours Madam, I a m not yours. Mel. I'm glad on't, Sir. Braz. So a m I -• You have got a pretty Houfe here, Mr. Laconick. Ball. 'Tis time to right all Miftakes My Name, Sir, is Ballance. Bra. Ballance! Sir, I a m your moft obedient • I know your whole Generation had not you an Uncle that was Governor of the Leevoard Iflands fome Years ago? Ball. Did you know him ? Braz. Intimately, Sir He play'd at Billiards to a Miracle You had a Brother too that was a Captain of a Firefhip poor Dick he had the moft engaging way with him of making Punch and then his Cabbin was fo neat but his poor Boy Jack was the moft comical Ballard Ha, ha, ha, ha, a pickl'd Dog, I fhall never forget him. Plume. Well, Captain, are you fix'd in your Project yet? Are you ftill for the Privateer. Braz. No, no, I had enough of a Privateer juft now, I had like to have been pick'd up by a Cruifer under falfe Colours, and a French Pickaroon for ought I know. Plume. But have you got your Recruits, m y Dear ? Braz. Not a Stick, m y Dear. Plume. Probably, I fhall furnifh you. Enter Rofe and Bullock, Rofe. Captain, Captain, I have got loofe once more, and have perfuaded m y Sweetheart Cartrvheel to go with us ; but you muft promife not to part with m e again. Sil. I find, Mrs. Rofe has not been pleas'd with her Bedfellow. Rofe. Bedfellow ! I don't know whether I had a Bedfellow or not. Sil. Don't be in a Paffion, Child, I was as little pleas'd with your Company as you cou'd be with mine. Bull. Pray, Sir, dunna be offended at m y Sifter, fhe's fomething under-bred ; but if you pleafe, 111 lie with you in her ftead. Plume. I have promis'd, Madam, to provide for this Girl; now, will you be pleas'd to let her wait upon you ? or fhall I take care of her? ? ? 4 &*i |
