ACT I.SCENE I.—LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR’s Lodgings.EnterSERJEANT TROUNCE, CORPORAL FLINT,and fourSOLDIERS.FIRST SOLDIER.I say you are wrong; we should all speak together, each for himself, and all at once, that we may be heard the better.SECOND SOLDIER.Right, Jack, we’ll argue in platoons.THIRD SOLDIER.Ay, ay, let him have our grievances in a volley, and if we be to have a spokesman, there’s the corporal is the lieutenant’s countryman, and knows his humour.CORPORAL FLINT.Let me alone for that. I served three years, within a bit, under his honour, in the Royal Inniskillions, and I never will see a sweeter tempered gentleman, nor one more free with his purse. I put a great shammock in his hat this morning, and I’ll be bound for him he’ll wear it, was it as big as Steven’s Green.FOURTH SOLDIER.I say again then you talk like youngsters, like militia striplings: there’s a discipline, look’ee in all things, whereof the serjeant must be our guide; he’s a gentleman of words; he understands your foreign lingo, your figures, and such like auxiliaries in scoring. Confess now for a reckoning, whether in chalk or writing, ben’t he your only man?CORPORAL FLINT.Why the serjeant is a scholar to be sure, and has the gift of reading.SERJEANT TROUNCE.Good soldiers, and fellow-gentlemen, if you make me your spokesman, you will show the more judgment; and let me alone for the argument. I’ll be as loud as a drum, and point blank from the purpose.ALL.Agreed, agreed.CORPORAL FLINT.Oh, faith! here comes the lieutenant.—Now, Serjeant.SERJEANT TROUNCE.So then, to order.—Put on your mutiny looks; every man grumble a little to himself, and some of you hum the Deserter’s March.EnterLIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Well, honest lads, what is it you have to complain of?SOLDIER.Ahem! hem!SERJEANT TROUNCE.So please your honour, the very grievance of the matter is this:—ever since your honour differed with justice Credulous, our inn-keepers use us most scurvily. By my halbert, their treatment is such, that if your spirit was willing to put up with it, flesh and blood could by no means agree; so we humbly petition that your honour would make an end of the matter at once, by running away with the justice’s daughter, or else get us fresh quarters,—hem! hem!LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Indeed! Pray which of the houses use you ill?FIRST SOLDIER.There’s the Red Lion an’t half the civility of the old Red Lion.SECOND SOLDIER.There’s the White Horse, if he wasn’t case-hardened, ought to be ashamed to show his face.LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Very well; the Horse and the Lion shall answer for it at the quarter sessions.SERJEANT TROUNCE.The two Magpies are civil enough; but the Angel uses us like devils, and the Rising Sun refuses us light to go to bed by.LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Then, upon my word, I’ll have the Rising Sun put down, and the Angel shall give security for his good behaviour; but are you sure you do nothing to quit scores with them?CORPORAL FLINT.Nothing at all, your honour, unless now and then we happen to fling a cartridge into the kitchen fire, or put a spatterdash or so into the soup; and sometimes Ned drums up and down stairs a little of a night.LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Oh, all that’s fair; but hark’ee, lads, I must have no grumbling on St. Patrick’s Day; so here, take this, and divide it amongst you. But observe me now,—show yourselves men of spirit, and don’t spend sixpence of it in drink.SERJEANT TROUNCE.Nay, hang it, your honour, soldiers should never bear malice; we must drink St. Patrick’s and your honour’s health.ALL.Oh, damn malice! St. Patrick’s and his honour’s by all means.CORPORAL FLINT.Come away, then, lads, and first we’ll parade round the Market-cross, for the honour of King George.FIRST SOLDIER.Thank your honour.—Come along; St. Patrick, his honour, and strong beer for ever! [ExeuntSOLDIERS.]LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Get along, you thoughtless vagabonds! yet, upon my conscience, ’tis very hard these poor fellows should scarcely have bread from the soil they would die to defend.EnterDOCTOR ROSY.Ah, my little Dr. Rosy, my Galen a-bridge, what’s the news?DR. ROSY.All things are as they were, my Alexander; the justice is as violent as ever: I felt his pulse on the matter again, and, thinking his rage began to intermit, I wanted to throw in the bark of good advice, but it would not do. He says you and your cut-throats have a plot upon his life, and swears he had rather see his daughter in a scarlet fever than in the arms of a soldier.LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Upon my word the army is very much obliged to him. Well, then, I must marry the girl first, and ask his consent afterwards.DR. ROSY.So, then, the case of her fortune is desperate, hey?LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Oh, hang fortune,—let that take its chance; there is a beauty in Lauretta’s simplicity, so pure a bloom upon her charms.DR. ROSY.So there is, so there is. You are for beauty as nature made her, hey! No artificial graces, no cosmetic varnish, no beauty in grey, hey!LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Upon my word, doctor, you are right; the London ladies were always too handsome for me; then they are so defended, such a circumvallation of hoop, with a breastwork of whale-bone that would turn a pistol-bullet, much less Cupid’s arrows,—then turret on turret on top, with stores of concealed weapons, under pretence of black pins,—and above all, a standard of feathers that would do honour to a knight of the Bath. Upon my conscience, I could as soon embrace an Amazon, armed at all points.DR. ROSY.Right, right, my Alexander! my taste to a tittle.LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Then, doctor, though I admire modesty in women, I like to see their faces. I am for the changeable rose; but with one of these quality Amazons, if their midnight dissipations had left them blood enough to raise a blush, they have not room enough in their cheeks to show it. To be sure, bashfulness is a very pretty thing; but, in my mind, there is nothing on earth so impudent as an everlasting blush.DR. ROSY.My taste, my taste!—Well, Lauretta is none of these. Ah! I never see her but she put me in mind of my poor dear wife.LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.[Aside.] Ay, faith; in my opinion she can’t do a worse thing. Now he is going to bother me about an old hag that has been dead these six years.DR. ROSY.Oh, poor Dolly! I never shall see her like again; such an arm for a bandage—veins that seemed to invite the lancet. Then her skin, smoothe and white as a gallipot; her mouth as large and not larger than the mouth of a penny phial; her lips conserve of roses; and then her teeth—none of your sturdy fixtures—ache as they would, it was but a small pull, and out they came. I believe I have drawn half a score of her poor dear pearls—[weeps]—But what avails her beauty? Death has no consideration—one must die as well as another.LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.[Aside.] Oh, if he begins to moralize—-[Takes out his snuff-box.]DR. ROSY.Fair and ugly, crooked or straight, rich or poor—flesh is grass—flowers fade!LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Here, doctor, take a pinch, and keep up your spirits.DR. ROSY.True, true, my friend; grief can’t mend the matter—all’s for the best; but such a woman was a great loss, lieutenant.LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.To be sure, for doubtless she had mental accomplishments equal to her beauty.DR. ROSY.Mental accomplishments! she would have stuffed an alligator, or pickled a lizard, with any apothecaru’s wife in the kingdom. Why, she could decipher a prescription, and invent the ingredients, almost as well as myself: then she was such a hand at making foreign waters!—for Seltzer, Pyrmont, Islington, or Chalybeate, she never had her equal; and her Bath and Bristol springs exceeded the originals.—Ah, poor Dolly! she fell a martyr to her own discoveries.LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.How so, pray?DR. ROSY.Poor soul! her illness was occasioned by her zeal in trying an improvement on the Spa-water by an infusion of rum and acid.LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Ay, ay, spirits never agree with water-drinkers.DR. ROSY.No, no, you mistake. Rum agreed with her well enough; it was not the rum that killed the poor dear creature, for she died of a dropsy. Well, she is gone, never to return, and has left no pledge of our loves behind. No little babe, to hang like a label round papa’s neck. Well, well, we are all mortal—sooner or later—flesh is grass— flowers fade.LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.[Aside.] Oh, the devil!—again!DR. ROSY.Life’s a shadow—the world a stage—we strut an hour.LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Here, doctor. [Offers snuff.]DR. ROSY.True, true, my friend: well, high grief can’t cure it. All’s for the best, hey! my little Alexander?LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Right, right; an apothecary should never be out of spirits. But come, faith, ’tis time honest Humphrey should wait on the justice; that must be our first scheme.DR. ROSY.True, true; you should be ready: the clothes are at my house, and I have given you such a character, that he is impatient to have you: he swears you shall be his body-guard. Well, I honour the army, or I should never do so much to serve you.LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Indeed I am bound to you for ever, doctor; and when once I’m possessed of my dear Lauretta, I will endeavour to make work for you as fast as possible.DR. ROSY.Now you put me in mind of my poor wife again.LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Ah, pray forget her a little: we shall be too late.DR. ROSY.Poor Dolly!LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.’Tis past twelve.DR. ROSY.Inhuman dropsy!LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.The justice will wait.DR. ROSY.Cropped in her prime!LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.For heaven’s sake, come!DR. ROSY.Well, flesh is grass.LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.O, the devil!DR. ROSY.We must all die—LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Doctor!DR. ROSY.Kings, lords, and common whores—[ExeuntLIEUTENANT O’CONNORforcingRosyoff.]SCENE II.—A Room inJUSTICE CREDULOUS’House.EnterLAURETTAandMRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.LAURETTA.I repeat it again, mamma, officers are the prettiest men in the world, and Lieutenant O’Connor is the prettiest officer I ever saw.MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.For shame, Laura! how can you talk so?—or if you must have a military man, there’s Lieutenant Plow, or Captain Haycock, or Major Dray, the brewer, are all your admirers; and though they are peaceable, good kind of men, they have as large cockades, and become scarlet, as well as the fighting folks.LAURETTA.Psha! you know, mamma, I hate militia officers; a set of dunghill cocks with spurs on—heroes scratched off a church door— clowns in military masquerade, wearing the dress without supporting the character. No, give me the bold upright youth, who makes love to- day, and his head shot off to-morrow. Dear! to think how the sweet fellows sleep on the ground, and fight in silk stockings and lace ruffles.MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.Oh, barbarous! to want a husband that may wed you to- day, and be sent the Lord knows where before night; then in a twelvemonth perhaps to have him come like a Colossus, with one leg at New York, and the other at Chelsea Hospital.LAURETTA.Then I’ll be his crutch, mamma.MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.No, give me a husband that knows where his limbs are, though he want the use of them:—and if he should take you with him, to sleep in a baggage-cart, and stroll about the camp like a gipsy, with a knapsack and two children at your back; then, by way of entertainment in the evening, to make a party with the serjeant’s wife to drink bohea tea, and play at all-fours on a drum-head:—’tis a precious life, to be sure!LAURETTA.Nay, mamma, you shouldn’t be against my lieutenant, for I heard him say you were the best natured and best looking woman in the world.MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.Why, child, I never said but that Lieutenant O’Connor was a very well-bred and discerning young man; ’tis your papa is so violent against him.LAURETTA.Why, Cousin Sophy married an officer.MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.Ay, Laura, an officer of the militia.LAURETTA.No, indeed, ma’am, a marching regiment.MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.No, child, I tell you he was a major of militia.LAURETTA.Indeed, mamma, it wasn’t.EnterJUSTICE CREDULOUS.JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Bridget, my love, I have had a message.LAURETTA.It was cousin Sophy told me so.JUSTICE CREDULOUS.I have had a message, love—MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.No, child, she would say no such thing.JUSTICE CREDULOUS.A message, I say.LAURETTA.How could he be in the militia when he was ordered abroad?MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.Ay, girl, hold your tongue!—Well, my dear.JUSTICE CREDULOUS.I have had a message from Doctor Rosy.MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.He ordered abroad! He went abroad for his health.JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Why, Bridget!—MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.Well, deary.—Now hold your tongue, miss.JUSTICE CREDULOUS.A message from Dr. Rosy, and Dr. Rosy says—LAURETTA.I’m sure, mamma, his regimentals—JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Damn his regimentals!—Why don’t you listen?MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.Ay, girl, how durst you interrupt your papa?LAURETTA.Well, papa.JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Dr. Rosy says he’ll bring—LAURETTA.Were blue turned up with red, mamma.JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Laury!—says he will bring the young man—MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.Red! yellow, if you please, miss.JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Bridget!—the young man that is to be hired—MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.Besides, miss, it is very unbecoming in you to want to have the last word with your mamma; you should know—JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Why, zounds! will you hear me or no?MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.I am listening, my love, I am listening!—But what signifies my silence, what good is my not speaking a word, if this girl will interrupt and let nobody speak but herself?—Ay, I don’t wonder, my life, at your impatience; your poor dear lips quiver to speak; but I suppose she’ll run on, and not let you put in a word.— You may very well be angry; there is nothing, sure, so provoking as a chattering, talking—LAURETTA.Nay, I’m sure, mamma, it is you will not let papa speak now.MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.Why, you little provoking minx——JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Get out of the room directly, both of you—get out!MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.Ay, go, girl.JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Go, Bridget, you are worse than she, you old hag. I wish you were both up to the neck in the canal, to argue there till I took you out.EnterSERVANT.SERVANT.Doctor Rosy, sirJUSTICE CREDULOUS.Show him up. [ExitSERVANT.]LAURETTA.Then you own, mamma, it was a marching regiment?MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.You’re an obstinate fool, I tell you; for if that had been the case——JUSTICE CREDULOUS.You won’t go?MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.We are going, Mr. Surly.—If that had been the case, I say, how could——LAURETTA.Nay, mamma, one proof——MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.How could Major——LAURETTA.And a full proof——[JUSTICE CREDULOUSdrives them off.]JUSTICE CREDULOUS.There they go, ding dong in for the day. Good lack! a fluent tongue is the only thing a mother don’t like her daughter to resemble her in.EnterDOCTOR ROSY.Well, doctor, where’s the lad—where’s Trusty?DR. ROSY.At hand; he’ll be here in a minute, I’ll answer for’t. He’s such a one as you an’t met with,—brave as a lion, gentle as a saline draught.JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Ah, he comes in the place of a rogue, a dog that was corrupted by the lieutenant. But this is a sturdy fellow, is he, doctor?DR. ROSY.As Hercules; and the best back-sword in the country. Egad, he’ll make the red coats keep their distance.JUSTICE CREDULOUS.O the villains; this is St. Patrick’s day, and the rascals have been parading my house all the morning. I know they have a design upon me; but I have taken all precautions: I have magazines of arms, and if this fellow does but prove faithful, I shall be more at ease.DR. ROSY.Doubtless he’ll be a comfort to you.Re-enterSERVANT.SERVANT.There is a man below, inquires for Doctor Rosy.DR. ROSY.Show him up.JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Hold! a little caution—how does he look?SERVANT.A country-looking fellow, your worship.JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Oh, well, well, for Doctor Rosy; these rascals try all ways to get in here.SERVANT.Yes, please your worship; there was one here this morning wanted to speak to you; he said his name was Corporal Breakbones.JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Corporal Breakbones!SERVANT.And Drummer Crackskull came again.JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Ay, did you ever hear of such a damned confounded crew? Well, show the lad in here! [ExitSERVANT.]DR. ROSY.Ay, he’ll be your porter; he’ll give the rogues an answer.EnterLIEUTENANT O’CONNOR,disguised.JUSTICE CREDULOUS.So, a tall—Efacks! what! has lost an eye?DR. ROSY.Only a bruise he got in taking seven or eight highwaymen.JUSTICE CREDULOUS.He has a damned wicked leer somehow with the other.DR. ROSY.Oh, no, he’s bashful—a sheepish look——JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Well, my lad, what’s your name?LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Humphrey Hum.JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Hum—I don’t like Hum!LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.But I be mostly called honest Humphrey——DR. ROSY.There, I told you so, of noted honesty.JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Well, honest Humphrey, the doctor has told you my terms, and you are willing to serve, hey?LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.And please your worship I shall be well content.JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Well, then, hark’ye, honest Humphrey,—you are sure now, you will never be a rogue—never take a bribe hey, honest Humphrey?LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.A bribe! what’s that?JUSTICE CREDULOUS.A very ignorant fellow indeed!DR. ROSY.His worship hopes you will not part with your honesty for money.LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Noa, noa.JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Well said, Humphrey—my chief business with you is to watch the motions of a rake-helly fellow here, one Lieutenant O’Connor.DR. ROSY.Ay, you don’t value the soldiers, do you, Humphrey?LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Not I; they are but zwaggerers, and you’ll see theu’ll be as much afraid of me as they would of their captain.JUSTICE CREDULOUS.And i’faith, Humphrey, you have a pretty cudgel there!LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Ay, the zwitch is better than nothing, but I should be glad of a stouter: ha’ you got such a thing in the house as an old coach-pole, or a spare bed-post?JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Oons, what a dragon it is!—Well, Humphrey, come with me.—I’ll just show him to Bridget, doctor, and we’ll agree.—Come along, honest Humphrey. [Exit.]LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.My dear doctor, now remember to bring the justice presently to the walk: I have a scheme to get into his confidence at once.DR. ROSY.I will, I will. [They shake hands.]Re-enterJUSTICE CREDULOUS.JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Why, honest Humphrey, hey! what the devil are you at?DR. ROSY.I was just giving him a little advice.—Well I must go for the present.—Good-morning to your worship—you need not fear the lieutenant while he is in your house.JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Well, get in, Humphrey. Good-morning to you, doctor.— [ExitDOCTOR ROSY.] Come along, Humphrey.—Now I think I am a match for the lieutenant and all his gang. [Exeunt.]
EnterSERJEANT TROUNCE, CORPORAL FLINT,and fourSOLDIERS.
FIRST SOLDIER.I say you are wrong; we should all speak together, each for himself, and all at once, that we may be heard the better.
SECOND SOLDIER.Right, Jack, we’ll argue in platoons.
THIRD SOLDIER.Ay, ay, let him have our grievances in a volley, and if we be to have a spokesman, there’s the corporal is the lieutenant’s countryman, and knows his humour.
CORPORAL FLINT.Let me alone for that. I served three years, within a bit, under his honour, in the Royal Inniskillions, and I never will see a sweeter tempered gentleman, nor one more free with his purse. I put a great shammock in his hat this morning, and I’ll be bound for him he’ll wear it, was it as big as Steven’s Green.
FOURTH SOLDIER.I say again then you talk like youngsters, like militia striplings: there’s a discipline, look’ee in all things, whereof the serjeant must be our guide; he’s a gentleman of words; he understands your foreign lingo, your figures, and such like auxiliaries in scoring. Confess now for a reckoning, whether in chalk or writing, ben’t he your only man?
CORPORAL FLINT.Why the serjeant is a scholar to be sure, and has the gift of reading.
SERJEANT TROUNCE.Good soldiers, and fellow-gentlemen, if you make me your spokesman, you will show the more judgment; and let me alone for the argument. I’ll be as loud as a drum, and point blank from the purpose.
ALL.Agreed, agreed.
CORPORAL FLINT.Oh, faith! here comes the lieutenant.—Now, Serjeant.
SERJEANT TROUNCE.So then, to order.—Put on your mutiny looks; every man grumble a little to himself, and some of you hum the Deserter’s March.
EnterLIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Well, honest lads, what is it you have to complain of?
SOLDIER.Ahem! hem!
SERJEANT TROUNCE.So please your honour, the very grievance of the matter is this:—ever since your honour differed with justice Credulous, our inn-keepers use us most scurvily. By my halbert, their treatment is such, that if your spirit was willing to put up with it, flesh and blood could by no means agree; so we humbly petition that your honour would make an end of the matter at once, by running away with the justice’s daughter, or else get us fresh quarters,—hem! hem!
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Indeed! Pray which of the houses use you ill?
FIRST SOLDIER.There’s the Red Lion an’t half the civility of the old Red Lion.
SECOND SOLDIER.There’s the White Horse, if he wasn’t case-hardened, ought to be ashamed to show his face.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Very well; the Horse and the Lion shall answer for it at the quarter sessions.
SERJEANT TROUNCE.The two Magpies are civil enough; but the Angel uses us like devils, and the Rising Sun refuses us light to go to bed by.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Then, upon my word, I’ll have the Rising Sun put down, and the Angel shall give security for his good behaviour; but are you sure you do nothing to quit scores with them?
CORPORAL FLINT.Nothing at all, your honour, unless now and then we happen to fling a cartridge into the kitchen fire, or put a spatterdash or so into the soup; and sometimes Ned drums up and down stairs a little of a night.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Oh, all that’s fair; but hark’ee, lads, I must have no grumbling on St. Patrick’s Day; so here, take this, and divide it amongst you. But observe me now,—show yourselves men of spirit, and don’t spend sixpence of it in drink.
SERJEANT TROUNCE.Nay, hang it, your honour, soldiers should never bear malice; we must drink St. Patrick’s and your honour’s health.
ALL.Oh, damn malice! St. Patrick’s and his honour’s by all means.
CORPORAL FLINT.Come away, then, lads, and first we’ll parade round the Market-cross, for the honour of King George.
FIRST SOLDIER.Thank your honour.—Come along; St. Patrick, his honour, and strong beer for ever! [ExeuntSOLDIERS.]
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Get along, you thoughtless vagabonds! yet, upon my conscience, ’tis very hard these poor fellows should scarcely have bread from the soil they would die to defend.
EnterDOCTOR ROSY.
Ah, my little Dr. Rosy, my Galen a-bridge, what’s the news?
DR. ROSY.All things are as they were, my Alexander; the justice is as violent as ever: I felt his pulse on the matter again, and, thinking his rage began to intermit, I wanted to throw in the bark of good advice, but it would not do. He says you and your cut-throats have a plot upon his life, and swears he had rather see his daughter in a scarlet fever than in the arms of a soldier.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Upon my word the army is very much obliged to him. Well, then, I must marry the girl first, and ask his consent afterwards.
DR. ROSY.So, then, the case of her fortune is desperate, hey?
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Oh, hang fortune,—let that take its chance; there is a beauty in Lauretta’s simplicity, so pure a bloom upon her charms.
DR. ROSY.So there is, so there is. You are for beauty as nature made her, hey! No artificial graces, no cosmetic varnish, no beauty in grey, hey!
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Upon my word, doctor, you are right; the London ladies were always too handsome for me; then they are so defended, such a circumvallation of hoop, with a breastwork of whale-bone that would turn a pistol-bullet, much less Cupid’s arrows,—then turret on turret on top, with stores of concealed weapons, under pretence of black pins,—and above all, a standard of feathers that would do honour to a knight of the Bath. Upon my conscience, I could as soon embrace an Amazon, armed at all points.
DR. ROSY.Right, right, my Alexander! my taste to a tittle.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Then, doctor, though I admire modesty in women, I like to see their faces. I am for the changeable rose; but with one of these quality Amazons, if their midnight dissipations had left them blood enough to raise a blush, they have not room enough in their cheeks to show it. To be sure, bashfulness is a very pretty thing; but, in my mind, there is nothing on earth so impudent as an everlasting blush.
DR. ROSY.My taste, my taste!—Well, Lauretta is none of these. Ah! I never see her but she put me in mind of my poor dear wife.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.[Aside.] Ay, faith; in my opinion she can’t do a worse thing. Now he is going to bother me about an old hag that has been dead these six years.
DR. ROSY.Oh, poor Dolly! I never shall see her like again; such an arm for a bandage—veins that seemed to invite the lancet. Then her skin, smoothe and white as a gallipot; her mouth as large and not larger than the mouth of a penny phial; her lips conserve of roses; and then her teeth—none of your sturdy fixtures—ache as they would, it was but a small pull, and out they came. I believe I have drawn half a score of her poor dear pearls—[weeps]—But what avails her beauty? Death has no consideration—one must die as well as another.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.[Aside.] Oh, if he begins to moralize—-[Takes out his snuff-box.]
DR. ROSY.Fair and ugly, crooked or straight, rich or poor—flesh is grass—flowers fade!
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Here, doctor, take a pinch, and keep up your spirits.
DR. ROSY.True, true, my friend; grief can’t mend the matter—all’s for the best; but such a woman was a great loss, lieutenant.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.To be sure, for doubtless she had mental accomplishments equal to her beauty.
DR. ROSY.Mental accomplishments! she would have stuffed an alligator, or pickled a lizard, with any apothecaru’s wife in the kingdom. Why, she could decipher a prescription, and invent the ingredients, almost as well as myself: then she was such a hand at making foreign waters!—for Seltzer, Pyrmont, Islington, or Chalybeate, she never had her equal; and her Bath and Bristol springs exceeded the originals.—Ah, poor Dolly! she fell a martyr to her own discoveries.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.How so, pray?
DR. ROSY.Poor soul! her illness was occasioned by her zeal in trying an improvement on the Spa-water by an infusion of rum and acid.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Ay, ay, spirits never agree with water-drinkers.
DR. ROSY.No, no, you mistake. Rum agreed with her well enough; it was not the rum that killed the poor dear creature, for she died of a dropsy. Well, she is gone, never to return, and has left no pledge of our loves behind. No little babe, to hang like a label round papa’s neck. Well, well, we are all mortal—sooner or later—flesh is grass— flowers fade.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.[Aside.] Oh, the devil!—again!
DR. ROSY.Life’s a shadow—the world a stage—we strut an hour.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Here, doctor. [Offers snuff.]
DR. ROSY.True, true, my friend: well, high grief can’t cure it. All’s for the best, hey! my little Alexander?
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Right, right; an apothecary should never be out of spirits. But come, faith, ’tis time honest Humphrey should wait on the justice; that must be our first scheme.
DR. ROSY.True, true; you should be ready: the clothes are at my house, and I have given you such a character, that he is impatient to have you: he swears you shall be his body-guard. Well, I honour the army, or I should never do so much to serve you.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Indeed I am bound to you for ever, doctor; and when once I’m possessed of my dear Lauretta, I will endeavour to make work for you as fast as possible.
DR. ROSY.Now you put me in mind of my poor wife again.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Ah, pray forget her a little: we shall be too late.
DR. ROSY.Poor Dolly!
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.’Tis past twelve.
DR. ROSY.Inhuman dropsy!
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.The justice will wait.
DR. ROSY.Cropped in her prime!
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.For heaven’s sake, come!
DR. ROSY.Well, flesh is grass.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.O, the devil!
DR. ROSY.We must all die—
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Doctor!
DR. ROSY.Kings, lords, and common whores—
[ExeuntLIEUTENANT O’CONNORforcingRosyoff.]
EnterLAURETTAandMRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.
LAURETTA.I repeat it again, mamma, officers are the prettiest men in the world, and Lieutenant O’Connor is the prettiest officer I ever saw.
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.For shame, Laura! how can you talk so?—or if you must have a military man, there’s Lieutenant Plow, or Captain Haycock, or Major Dray, the brewer, are all your admirers; and though they are peaceable, good kind of men, they have as large cockades, and become scarlet, as well as the fighting folks.
LAURETTA.Psha! you know, mamma, I hate militia officers; a set of dunghill cocks with spurs on—heroes scratched off a church door— clowns in military masquerade, wearing the dress without supporting the character. No, give me the bold upright youth, who makes love to- day, and his head shot off to-morrow. Dear! to think how the sweet fellows sleep on the ground, and fight in silk stockings and lace ruffles.
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.Oh, barbarous! to want a husband that may wed you to- day, and be sent the Lord knows where before night; then in a twelvemonth perhaps to have him come like a Colossus, with one leg at New York, and the other at Chelsea Hospital.
LAURETTA.Then I’ll be his crutch, mamma.
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.No, give me a husband that knows where his limbs are, though he want the use of them:—and if he should take you with him, to sleep in a baggage-cart, and stroll about the camp like a gipsy, with a knapsack and two children at your back; then, by way of entertainment in the evening, to make a party with the serjeant’s wife to drink bohea tea, and play at all-fours on a drum-head:—’tis a precious life, to be sure!
LAURETTA.Nay, mamma, you shouldn’t be against my lieutenant, for I heard him say you were the best natured and best looking woman in the world.
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.Why, child, I never said but that Lieutenant O’Connor was a very well-bred and discerning young man; ’tis your papa is so violent against him.
LAURETTA.Why, Cousin Sophy married an officer.
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.Ay, Laura, an officer of the militia.
LAURETTA.No, indeed, ma’am, a marching regiment.
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.No, child, I tell you he was a major of militia.
LAURETTA.Indeed, mamma, it wasn’t.
EnterJUSTICE CREDULOUS.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Bridget, my love, I have had a message.
LAURETTA.It was cousin Sophy told me so.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.I have had a message, love—
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.No, child, she would say no such thing.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.A message, I say.
LAURETTA.How could he be in the militia when he was ordered abroad?
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.Ay, girl, hold your tongue!—Well, my dear.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.I have had a message from Doctor Rosy.
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.He ordered abroad! He went abroad for his health.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Why, Bridget!—
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.Well, deary.—Now hold your tongue, miss.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.A message from Dr. Rosy, and Dr. Rosy says—
LAURETTA.I’m sure, mamma, his regimentals—
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Damn his regimentals!—Why don’t you listen?
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.Ay, girl, how durst you interrupt your papa?
LAURETTA.Well, papa.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Dr. Rosy says he’ll bring—
LAURETTA.Were blue turned up with red, mamma.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Laury!—says he will bring the young man—
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.Red! yellow, if you please, miss.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Bridget!—the young man that is to be hired—
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.Besides, miss, it is very unbecoming in you to want to have the last word with your mamma; you should know—
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Why, zounds! will you hear me or no?
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.I am listening, my love, I am listening!—But what signifies my silence, what good is my not speaking a word, if this girl will interrupt and let nobody speak but herself?—Ay, I don’t wonder, my life, at your impatience; your poor dear lips quiver to speak; but I suppose she’ll run on, and not let you put in a word.— You may very well be angry; there is nothing, sure, so provoking as a chattering, talking—
LAURETTA.Nay, I’m sure, mamma, it is you will not let papa speak now.
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.Why, you little provoking minx——
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Get out of the room directly, both of you—get out!
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.Ay, go, girl.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Go, Bridget, you are worse than she, you old hag. I wish you were both up to the neck in the canal, to argue there till I took you out.
EnterSERVANT.
SERVANT.Doctor Rosy, sir
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Show him up. [ExitSERVANT.]
LAURETTA.Then you own, mamma, it was a marching regiment?
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.You’re an obstinate fool, I tell you; for if that had been the case——
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.You won’t go?
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.We are going, Mr. Surly.—If that had been the case, I say, how could——
LAURETTA.Nay, mamma, one proof——
MRS. BRIDGET CREDULOUS.How could Major——
LAURETTA.And a full proof——
[JUSTICE CREDULOUSdrives them off.]
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.There they go, ding dong in for the day. Good lack! a fluent tongue is the only thing a mother don’t like her daughter to resemble her in.
EnterDOCTOR ROSY.
Well, doctor, where’s the lad—where’s Trusty?
DR. ROSY.At hand; he’ll be here in a minute, I’ll answer for’t. He’s such a one as you an’t met with,—brave as a lion, gentle as a saline draught.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Ah, he comes in the place of a rogue, a dog that was corrupted by the lieutenant. But this is a sturdy fellow, is he, doctor?
DR. ROSY.As Hercules; and the best back-sword in the country. Egad, he’ll make the red coats keep their distance.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.O the villains; this is St. Patrick’s day, and the rascals have been parading my house all the morning. I know they have a design upon me; but I have taken all precautions: I have magazines of arms, and if this fellow does but prove faithful, I shall be more at ease.
DR. ROSY.Doubtless he’ll be a comfort to you.
Re-enterSERVANT.
SERVANT.There is a man below, inquires for Doctor Rosy.
DR. ROSY.Show him up.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Hold! a little caution—how does he look?
SERVANT.A country-looking fellow, your worship.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Oh, well, well, for Doctor Rosy; these rascals try all ways to get in here.
SERVANT.Yes, please your worship; there was one here this morning wanted to speak to you; he said his name was Corporal Breakbones.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Corporal Breakbones!
SERVANT.And Drummer Crackskull came again.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Ay, did you ever hear of such a damned confounded crew? Well, show the lad in here! [ExitSERVANT.]
DR. ROSY.Ay, he’ll be your porter; he’ll give the rogues an answer.
EnterLIEUTENANT O’CONNOR,disguised.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.So, a tall—Efacks! what! has lost an eye?
DR. ROSY.Only a bruise he got in taking seven or eight highwaymen.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.He has a damned wicked leer somehow with the other.
DR. ROSY.Oh, no, he’s bashful—a sheepish look——
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Well, my lad, what’s your name?
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Humphrey Hum.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Hum—I don’t like Hum!
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.But I be mostly called honest Humphrey——
DR. ROSY.There, I told you so, of noted honesty.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Well, honest Humphrey, the doctor has told you my terms, and you are willing to serve, hey?
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.And please your worship I shall be well content.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Well, then, hark’ye, honest Humphrey,—you are sure now, you will never be a rogue—never take a bribe hey, honest Humphrey?
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.A bribe! what’s that?
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.A very ignorant fellow indeed!
DR. ROSY.His worship hopes you will not part with your honesty for money.
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Noa, noa.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Well said, Humphrey—my chief business with you is to watch the motions of a rake-helly fellow here, one Lieutenant O’Connor.
DR. ROSY.Ay, you don’t value the soldiers, do you, Humphrey?
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Not I; they are but zwaggerers, and you’ll see theu’ll be as much afraid of me as they would of their captain.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.And i’faith, Humphrey, you have a pretty cudgel there!
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.Ay, the zwitch is better than nothing, but I should be glad of a stouter: ha’ you got such a thing in the house as an old coach-pole, or a spare bed-post?
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Oons, what a dragon it is!—Well, Humphrey, come with me.—I’ll just show him to Bridget, doctor, and we’ll agree.—Come along, honest Humphrey. [Exit.]
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.My dear doctor, now remember to bring the justice presently to the walk: I have a scheme to get into his confidence at once.
DR. ROSY.I will, I will. [They shake hands.]
Re-enterJUSTICE CREDULOUS.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Why, honest Humphrey, hey! what the devil are you at?
DR. ROSY.I was just giving him a little advice.—Well I must go for the present.—Good-morning to your worship—you need not fear the lieutenant while he is in your house.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.Well, get in, Humphrey. Good-morning to you, doctor.— [ExitDOCTOR ROSY.] Come along, Humphrey.—Now I think I am a match for the lieutenant and all his gang. [Exeunt.]