Scene I.A Street.
Enter Serjeant Trounce, Drummer and Soldiers.
Trounce. Come, silence your drumthere is no valour stirring to-day. I thought St. Patrick would have given us a recruit or two to-day.
Sol. Mark, serjeant!
Enter two Countrymen.
Trounce. Oh! these are the lads I was looking for; they have the look of gentlemen.Ant you single, my lads?
1 Coun. Yes, an please you, I be quite single: my relations be all dead, thank heavens, more or less. I have but one poor mother left in the world, and shes an helpless woman.
Trounce. Indeed! a very extraordinary casequite your own master thenthe fitter to serve his Majesty.Can you read?
1 Coun. Noa, I was always too lively to take to learning; but John here is main clever at it.
Trounce. So, what youre a scholar, friend?
2 Coun. I was born so, measter. Feyther kept grammar-school.
Trounce. Lucky manin a campaign or two put yourself down chaplain to the regiment. And I warrant you have read of warriors and heroes?
2 Coun. Yes, that I have: I have read of Jack the Giant Killer, and the Dragon of Wantly, and theNoa, I believe thats all in the hero way, except once about a comet.
Trounce. Wonderful knowledge!Well, my heroes, Ill write word to the king of your good intentions, and meet me half an hour hence at the Two Magpies.
Coun. We will, your honour, we will.
Trounce. But stay; for fear I shouldnt see you again in the crowd, clap these little bits of ribbon into your hats.
1 Coun. Our hats are none of the best.
Trounce. Well, meet me at the Magpies, and Ill give you money to buy new ones.
Coun. Bless your honour, thank your honour.
Trounce. [Winking at Soldiers.] Jack!
Enter Lieutenant OConnor.
So, here comes one would make a grenadierStop, friend, will you list?
OCon. Who shall I serve under?
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