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SCENE II.

The Serjeant, the Countryman, the Mother, the Wife; some of the Party go into the Ale-house with the Light-horse Men.
COUNTRYMAN.
Hip, Measter Serjeant.

WIFE.
Go, yourself destroy.

SERJEANT.
What says my cock?

COUNTRYMAN.
Mayhop I wants employ.
A lad about my soize, though, wou'd na' do,

SERJEANT.
Ay, for a colonel.

COUNTRYMAN.
And a coptain too!

SERJEANT.
For both, or either.

COUNTRYMAN.
But, I doubts, d'ye see,
Such pleaces are na' for the loikes o'me.

SERJEANT.
List for a soldier, first, ne'er fear the rest:
This guinea—

MOTHER.
Joe, his cursed gould detest.
Art not asham'd, an honest mon to 'tice?
The king shou'd knaw it.

COUNTRYMAN.
Who wants yowr advice?

AIR.
MOTHER.
Out upon thee, wicked locust,
Worse in country nor a plague;
Men by thee are hocust, pocust,
Into danger and fatigue:
And the Justices outbear thee
In thy tricks, but I don't fear thee,
No, nor those that with thee league.
My son has enough at home,
He needs not for bread to roam;
Already his pay,
Is twelve-pence a day,
His honest labour's fruits;
Then get thee a trudging quick,
For gad, if I take a stick,
I'll make thee repent,
When here thee wert sent,
A drumming for recruits.