yer yonder. [_Exit._

_Vizard._ Sir, I'm very sorry for your misfortune.

_Colonel S._ Why so? I don't come to borrow money of you; if you're my
friend, meet me this evening at the Rummer; I'll pay my foy, drink a
health to my king, prosperity to my country, and away for Hungary
to-morrow morning.

_Vizard._ What! you won't leave us?

_Colonel S._ What! a soldier stay here, to look like an old pair of
colours in Westminster Hall, ragged and rusty! No, no----I met yesterday
a broken lieutenant, he was ashamed to own that he wanted a dinner, but
wanted to borrow eighteen pence of me to buy a new scabbard for his
sword.

_Vizard._ Oh, but you have good friends, colonel!

_Colonel S._ Oh, very good friends! My father's a lord, and my elder
brother, a beau; mighty good indeed!

_Vizard._ But your country may, perhaps, want your sword again.

_Colonel S._ Nay, for that matter, let but a single drum beat up for
volunteers between Ludgate and Charing Cross, and I shall undoubtedly
hear it at the walls of Buda.

_Vizard._ Come, come, colonel, there are ways of making your fortune at
home--Make your addresses to the fair; you're a man of honour and
courage.

_Colonel S._ Ay, my courage is like to do me wondrous service with the
fair. This pretty cross cut over my eye will attract a duchess--I
warrant 'twill be a mighty grace to my ogling--Had I used the stratagem
of a certain brother colonel of mine, I might succeed.

_Vizard._ What was it, pray?

_Colonel S._ Why, to save his pretty face for the women, he always
turned his back upon the enemy.--He was a man of honour for the ladies.

_Vizard._ Come, come, the loves of Mars and Venus will never fail; you
must get a mistress.

_Colonel S._ Pr'ythee, no more on't--You have awakened a thought, from
which, and the kingdom, I would have stolen away at once.----To be
plain, I have a mistress.

_Vizard._ And she's cruel?

_Colonel S._ No.

_Vizard._ Her parents prevent your happiness?

_Colonel S._ Not that.

_Vizard._ Then she has no fortune?

_Colonel S._ A large one. Beauty to tempt all mankind, and virtue to
beat off their assaults. Oh, Vizard! such a creature!

_Enter_ SIR HARRY WILDAIR, _crosses the Stage singing, with_ FOOTMEN
_after him_.

Heyday! who the devil have we here?

_Vizard._ The joy of the playhouse, and life of the park; Sir Harry
Wildair, newly come from Paris.

_Colonel S._ Sir Harry Wildair! Did not he go a volunteer some three o