can bear the brunt of a Campaign, you are a fit Wife for a
Soldier.

_All._ A Woman--_Ranter_--

_Haz._ Faith, Madam, I should have given you kinder Quarter, if I had
known my happiness.

_Flirt._ I have an humble Petition to you, Sir.

_Sure._ In which we all join.

_Flirt._ An't please you, Sir, Mr. _Dunce_ has long made Love to me, and
on promise of Marriage has--
[Simpers.

_Down._ What has he, Mistress? What has he, Mrs. _Flirt_?

_Flirt._ Only been a little familiar with my Person, Sir--

_Well._ Do you hear, Parson--you must marry Mrs. _Flirt_.

_Dun._ How, Sir, a Man of my Coat, Sir, marry a Brandy-monger?

_Well._ Of your Calling you mean, a Farrier and no Parson--
[Aside to him.
She'll leave her Trade, and spark it above all the Ladies at Church:
No more--take her, and make her honest.

Enter _Whim._ and _Whiff_ stript.

_Chris._ Bless me, what have we here?

_Whim._ Why, an't like your Honours, we were taken by the Enemy--hah,
_Daring_ here, and _Fearless_?

_Fear._ How now, Gentlemen, were not you two condemn'd to be shot for
running from your Colours.

_Down._ From your Colours!

_Fear._ Yes, Sir, they were both listed in my Regiment.

_Down._ Then we must hang them for deserting us.

_Whim._ So, out of the Frying Pan--you know where, Brother--

_Whiff._ Ay, he that's born to be hang'd--you know the rest; a Pox of
these Proverbs.

_Well._ I know ye well--you're all rank Cowards; but once more we
forgive ye; your Places in the Council shall be supplied by these
Gentlemen of Sense and Honour. The Governor when he comes, shall find
the Country in better hands than he expects to find it.

_Whim._ A very fair Discharge.

_Whiff._ I'm glad 'tis no worse, I'll home to my _Nancy_.

_Dull._ Have we expos'd our Lives and Fortunes for this?

_Tim._ Gad zoors, I never thriv'd since I was a Statesman, left
Planting, and fell to promising and lying; I'll to my old Trade again,
bask under the shade of my own Tobacco, and drink my Punch in Peace.

_Well._ _Come, my brave Youths, let all our Forces meet,
To make this Country happy, rich and great;
Let scanted _Europe_ see that we enjoy
Safer Repose, and larger Worlds, than they._

EPILOGUE.

Gallants, you have so long been absent hence,
That you have almost cool'd your Diligence:
For while we study or revive a Play,
You like good Husbands in the Country stay,
There frugally wear out your Summer-