Sin. Yes, you're a good fellow.

Len. Was it to tell me that you loved Mary Tactic, that you defired me to meet you?

Sin. Was your only bufinefs but to let me know you lov'd her?

Both. It was.

Len.

Sin

Len.

Sin.

DUET.-Sinclair and Lenox.

I like each girl that I come near,
Tho' none I love but Mary;
Oh, fhe's my darling, only dear
Bewitching little fairy.

I ask a kifs, and fhe looks down,
Her cheeks are fpread with blushes,
By Jove, fays I, I'll take the town,
Me back the gently pushes

I like each girl, &c;

When off 'twas blown, and 'twas my place
To fly for Mary's bonnet,

So charming look'd her lovely face,

There I ftood gazing on it.

Drefs'd all in white fhe tripp'd from home,
And fet my blood a thrilling,

O, zounds! fays I, the French are come,
Sweet Mary look'd fo killing.

I like each girl, &c.

When to our Colonel at review
A Dutchefs cried, fo airy!

"How does your Royal Highness do?"
Says I, I thank you, Mary."

To quick time, marching t'other day,
Our fifes play'd Andrew Cary,

To every girl I gave the way,

In compliment to Mary."

I like each girl, &c.

Sin. I've a greater regard for you than for all the men in our regiment put together.

Len

Len, I always thought you my friend, and I'm certain I'm your's-Let us leave it to Mary's own choice.

Sin. Why, true; it's a pity to teize a young woman that can never love one.

Len. And it's foolish and ill-natured to ftand in the way of another man's happiness, when we can't forward our own by it.

Sin, Here fhe comes; let's ask her in downright English.

Len. Done.

Enter MARY.

AIR.-Mary,

Oh, come away,
Come, my foldier bonny;
I am smart and gay,
But for handsome Johnny,
Enfign pretty doll,
Crimson fafh fo wrapt in;
Minces, " charming Poll,
Can you love a Captain ?"

To his fine marque,

[They retire.

Oh, come away, &ç.

At the camp, last summer,
He fent for me to tea,

By the little drummer.

As I crofa parade,
Officers stand blinking;
Under each cockade,

Oh, come away, &c.

Oh, Sinclair, did you fee my father? Is that
Lenox ?

Len. (apart to Sinclair) Afk her.
Sin. No, do you? (apart)

Len. Mary, you know very well, that I think you a moft charming girl.

Mary. Well, that's no fault of mine:

Len. No, its no fault-for to be fure you can't help being the sweetest foul-you're fure Mary, I love you; but here's Jack Sinclair fays he does. Mary. Oh yes; he told me fo.

Len. Well; but didn't I tell you I lov'd you ? Mary. Well, and if you do, you can't help that, you know.

Len. We don't want to quarrel, because that woudn't be friendly.

Sin. No; twoudn't be like brother foldiers; fo yourself confefs which of us you love.

Len. Ay, do, Mary, your word fhall decide it. Mary. Which of you I love! Upon my honour that's very vain of you both-a pretty decent fort of a confeffion too for a girl to make; but certainly was I to marry, I must chufe only

one,

Len. Ah, but, Mary, wou'd you chufe one of us? Mary. Indeed I wou'd.

Len. Sweet girl, but which?

Sin. Ay, which, Mary?

Mary. Well, I will own it, if you'll both promife not go fight fword and piftol up in Hyde Park, as the officers do.

Sin. If you chufe Ned Lenox, may I be whip'd if I wish him the leaft ill-will.

Len. And, my lovely Mary, if you prefer Jack Sinclair to me, if I ever bear him a grudge for it, may I be drum'd out of the regiment.

Mary

Mary. Heigho! it's a fevere task, but

AIR.-Mary.

When in a garden fweet I walk,
The charming flowers admiring,
Each nods upon its tender stalk,
And feems my touch defiring,
Tho' all of beauties are poffefs'd,
Too much to be rejected,

Yet only one, for Mary's breaft,
By fancy is felected.

Full confcious of thy faith and truth, (to Lenox)

No wrong to thee intended,

Ah! fhould I chufe fome other youth,

(giving her hand to Sinclair)

Be not fond youth, offended.

The starting tear, the heaving figh,
True figns, not difregarded;

But, by a maid more fair than I.
Oh, be thy love rewarded.

(to Lenox)

Len. (cordially Shakes hands with Sinclair) My dear fellow, I give you joy. (turns and wipes his eyes)

Sin. Was it any thing else but Mary, I cou'd -poor Lenox!

Enter NIPPERKIN, finging.

Nip. Ah, boys! Jack Sinclair, Ned Lenox, come from duty at Windfor?-Rare changes fince you were laft on the parade!

(Drum without.)

Len. The roll-call (looking out)

TRIO.-Lenox, Sinclair, and Mary.

Len. Tap beats the dub upon my aching heart,
Sin. Sad ftrikes the found that bids me hence depart;
Len. Ah! can I from you stay ?

Sin. One kifs and then away.

Mary. Go to your duty, go.

[Exeunt Sinclair and Lenox:

Mary. Is that to mufter the men? For what? Nip. For what! Why, to draught out a detachment for Holland.

Mary. And do Sinclair and Lenox go?

Nip. To be fure, if fo their lot be.

Mary. Oh heavens !

[Exit baftily.

Enter Serjeant Major TACTIC.

Tac. (calling off) Mary! Ay, off to the parade! I fee my daughter will have a foldier-you, Sir, run after that girl.

Nip. I'm a married man; and mus'nt run after the girls.

Tac. What, then you're married?

Nip. Yes, Sir, and fo is my wife, a poor woman, Sir-I'm not worth quite a plumb, might have made my fortune by marriage, I have had my opportunities among the dear creatures. I'll fee if his majorfhip won't ftand a glass of stout punch (afide) Sir, I want to go abroad. Tac. Why?

Nip. Becaufe, I don't want to stay at homeI've left my wife there.

Tac. Where?

Nip. Why death and ounds! at Dorking in Surry.

Tac. What do you fwear fo, you rascal!

Nip.