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Loves: Mr. Pendulum tells me, you had some thoughta of entering ioto the army.
Flour. The army! All in my eye. No such matter, Sleep in a whole fkin, that's my temper; and yet I be. lieve I have as much courage as any of them, but I pretend nothing
Lcvef. So I think. This will make a most excellent ftory.
(Afide) Flour. The army indeed! what are their new levies ? - a parcel of Babies. If some of them were taken prisoners, they wou'd do well enough to carry up-faire fome French Madamoiselle's tea kettle.
Loves. Egad! Mr. Flourish, you underland fomc. thing.
Flour. Yes, but I pretead nothing:
Flour. Why, I'll tell you in one word, Mr. Love. Hory, let other people say what they will, I pretend nothing
Loves. We have some fine Regiments at home, and we had an excellent army on the Continent.
Flour. True; and what bave they done? for my part, I meddle with nobody's affairs but my owo, that's my temper ; but had I been with the army, damn me! I wou'd have done more than all their Officere put together.
Loves. The devil you wou'd !
Flour. By my honour that's true, Mr. Lovestory ; I beg your pardon. I'll only adjust my dress, and then wait
upon her. What do you think of that for a dress ? Louef. Well enough, what's the matter with your throat? Flour. The matter with
throat ! Loves. Yes, have you not got a poultis in your neck. cloth?
Flour. A poultis ! Ha, ha, ha, this is what comes up to the tip.top of the fashion.
Loves. Yes, and it comes up to the tip-top of your chin, ha, ha, ha.
Flour. So, it does, but I pretend nothing.
[Exit with Thomas. Loves
. (Mimicking him) So it is, but I pretend nothing. Damn me, but he's a droll fellow, ha, ha, ha!,
-Well, well, little said is soon mended. I'll after him,
Enter Sophia and JENNY.
Lovef. How so? sorry to see the man you are to marry ?
Sophy. No, indeed, Papa, if ever I marry I'il be a
Lovel. A Volunteer !
Lovef Ha, ha, ha, a Female Volunteer, that wou'd make a moft excellent story.
Jenny. To be sure it won'd. By and by you'll see
Sophy. Ay, and as welcome too, Papa.
Jenny. Well said, my sweet little wise Uncle. " Shut 6 the fiable door when the feed is folen.” Now, I'll fiog a Song, lo cheer up your honeft old heart.
S ON G.
Tho' he was faxty years and ten,
For he can hardly gang bis lane.
A bragging of his lands and gear ;
My handsome Scottis Volunteers
Chor. His heart is true, his coat is blue,
His person's very neat to fee;
Nor half so sweet and fair as he.
To either Country, King, or State,
Tofbew their spleen and fooliso hate;
We dinnu mind your threats or jeers,
Can boast fic loyal Volunteers.
Frae Johny Groats, to Salway Frith,
Gin ilka hill were made in ane ;
To the sweet lad I like fae dear ;
It is my Scottil Volunteer.
- Lovtj. Nonsense! nonsense! I know what your antipathy to the match proceeds from ; your Volunteer Captain is in tbe Village; your Secretary, Nimble, told me all about it. But I'll go and bring Mr. Flourish, and this night you shall marry him.
(Exit. Sophy. Indeed, my dear Papa, you'il find yourseif millaken. Jenny, you mult aslift me to impose upon this dear tender hearted Parent of mine
Jenny. To be sure, my dear, if Parents will sacrifice their children's happiness to their own caprice, have not children as good a right to sacrifice their Parents' caprice to their own happioess?
Sophy. Undoubtedly. And will you marry your C tain when he returas,
Jenny. To be fure. Let us ad like Volunteera : fear aothing while we have a good cause in hand.
Enter NIMBLE and CAPTAIN disguised.
Father of the Captain.
Nimble. How cou'd I help it, when he beltow'd upon me so many marks of his favour.
Sophy. Mercenary wretch! bad you been faithful I wou'd have given you ten times more than my Father did.
Nimble. Wou'd you, faith! I'm much oblig'd to you, but I thought I had enough.
Sophy. And where is the Captain ?
Nimb. Here's a friend of Mr. Cleekim's, perhaps he can tell you.
Sophy. A friend of Cleekim's! has, he any message for me!--Mercy on me! Jenay, it's the Captain himself. Oh, you cuoning creature ! how did you venture here?
Capt. Ladies, take care, for I assure you, I'm no less a personage than Mr. Cleekim, the Constable's Locum. tenans. But apropos.
Mr. Flourifa is arrir'd, you must seem willing to marry him.
Sophy. What realoo can I assiga for changing my mind so suddenly!
Nimb. What reason can he ask ? if he's very inqui. fitive, tell him you're a woman; if that does not satisfy him, he's no greaz Philosopher.
Capt. My Love, I'll tell you our plan. I've perfuaded Cleckim, that General Dumourier is in this country.
Sophy. And what's that to the purpose ?
my rival are in conversation, Cleekim and I will come and seize bim
Sophy. Oh fie ! Clcekim will never believe such as absurdity.
Capt. Pardon me, my Love, there are greater absurdities believ'd every day. But when we come back, you
ut not seem to know me.
Sophy. Oh! never fear, I'll confine my tongue here, , but I'll give my eyes full liberty to look at you.
Jenny. Indeed, I don't like to look at him in that dress. I wou'd rather fee him in his Volunteer Uni. forms, Dear me! when I saw them in their blue cuats and red necks, they employed all my thoughts by day i but when they broke in upon my fight, in their scarlet and gold, like so many new-blown Carnations, they en. groffed all my dreams by night.
Sophy. Oh! no doubt, other people have had their dreams too; but, Jenny, my dear, let us entertain the Captain with the New Volunteer Sing we ma le.
Jenny. Oh sie! Cousin! you know the words are very trfing.
Sophy. Oh! never mind that, the subject will exeuse any deficiency in tbe Compofition.
Jenny.- Come then, you must join your bad voice with
Sophy Ob dear! that wou'd be too bad; but, come, begin.
NG AIR, WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBURGH. IT was about the time when our danger appear'd,
In the midst of our feurs and alarms, That the flowers of the land, tha’moft tenderly reard, Neglecting their eafe, flew to arms :
So have Hero's of old,
With bearts both ftout and bold, For their Country fought the invading Dunes,
And fill'd the North with tears : For they were valiant, gallant, cong‘ring, Scottisb
(Volunteers It was not the love of vain shew, or worldly gear,
That the firelock appear'd with a charm, But it was to preserve what they valu'd more dear, Their King and their Country from harm.,
So have Heroes of old,
With hearts both fout and bold,
And dry'd their country's tears :