en o' th' times; at his
meditation so early; some book of pious ejaculations, I'm sure.

_Vizard._ This Hobbes is an excellent fellow! [_Aside._] Oh, uncle
Smuggler! To find you at this end o' th' town is a miracle.

_Smug._ I have seen a miracle this morning indeed, cousin Vizard.

_Vizard._ What is it, pray, sir?

_Smug._ A man at his devotion so near the court--I'm very glad, boy,
that you keep your sanctity untainted in this infectious place; the very
air of this park is heathenish, and every man's breath I meet scents of
atheism.

_Vizard._ Surely, sir, some great concern must bring you to this
unsanctified end of the town.

_Smug._ A very unsanctified concern, truly, cousin.

_Vizard._ What is it?

_Smug._ A lawsuit, boy--Shall I tell you?--My ship, the Swan, is newly
arrived from St. Sebastian, laden with Portugal wines: now the impudent
rogue of a tide-waiter has the face to affirm it is French wines in
Spanish casks, and has indicted me upon the statute----Oh, conscience!
conscience! these tide-waiters and surveyors plague us more than the
war--Ay, there's another plague of the nation--

_Enter_ COLONEL STANDARD.

A red coat and cockade.

_Vizard._ Colonel Standard, I'm your humble servant.

_Colonel S._ May be not, sir.

_Vizard._ Why so?

_Colonel S._ Because----I'm disbanded.

_Vizard._ How! Broke?

_Colonel S._ This very morning, in Hyde-Park, my brave regiment, a
thousand men, that looked like lions yesterday, were scattered, and
looked as poor and simple as the herd of deer that grazed beside them.

_Smug._ Tal, al deral. [_Singing._] I'll have a bonfire this night as
high as the monument.

_Colonel S._ A bonfire! Thou dry, withered, ill-nature; had not those
brave fellows' swords defended you, your house had been a bonfire ere
this, about your ears.----Did we not venture our lives, sir?

_Smug._ And did we not pay for your lives, sir?--Venture your lives! I'm
sure we ventured our money, and that's life and soul to me.----Sir,
we'll maintain you no longer.

_Colonel S._ Then your wives shall, old Actaeon. There are five and
thirty strapping officers gone this morning to live upon free quarter in
the city.

_Smug._ Oh, lord! oh, lord! I shall have a son within these nine months,
born with a leading staff in his hand.----Sir, you are----

_Colonel S._ What, sir?

_Smug._ Sir, I say that you are----

_Colonel S._ What, sir?

_Smug._ Disbanded, sir, that's all----I see my law