Trounce. Well, meet me at the Magpies, and I'll give you money to buy new ones.
Coun. Bless your honour, thank your honour. [Exeunt.]
Trounce. [Winking at SOLDIERS.] Jack! [Exeunt SOLDIERS.]
Enter LIEUTENANT O'CONNOR.
So, here comes one would make a grenadier--Stop, friend, will you list?
O'Con. Who shall I serve under?
Trounce. Under me, to be sure.
O'Con. Isn't Lieutenant O'Connor your officer?
Trounce. He is, and I am commander over him.
O'Con. What! be your serjeants greater than your captains?
Trounce. To be sure we are; 'tis our business to keep them in order. For instance, now,
the general writes to me, dear Serjeant, or dear Trounce, or dear Serjeant Trounce,
according to his hurry, if your lieutenant does not demean himself accordingly, let me
know.-- Yours, General Deluge.
O'Con. And do you complain of him often?
Trounce. No, hang him, the lad is good-natured at the bottom, so I pass over small
things. But hark'ee, between ourselves, he is most confoundedly given to wenching.
Flint. Please your honour, the doctor is coming this way with his worship--We are all
ready, and have our cues. [Exit.]
O'Con. Then, my dear Trounce, or my dear Sergeant, or my dear Serjeant Trounce, take
yourself away.
Trounce. Zounds! the lieutenant--I smell of the black hole already. [Exit.]
Enter JUSTICE CREDULOUS and DOCTOR ROSY.
Just. I thought I saw some of the cut-throats.
Rosy. I fancy not; there's no one but honest Humphrey. Ha! Odds life, here comes some
of them--we'll stay by these trees, and let them pass.
