Sir Har. Tis well design’d, and may the Soldier animate the Lover:  For my part, I’m so devoted to my Pleasures, and so strangely bigotted to a single Life, I have sold an Estate of Two thousand a Year, to buy an Annuity of Four:  I love to Rake and Rattle thro’ the Town, and each Amusement, as it happens, pleases.  The Ladies call me Mad Sir Harry, a Careless, Affable, Obliging Fellow, whom, when they want, they send for.  I wear good Cloaths to ’Squire’em up and down; have Wit enough to Chat, and make’em Giggle, and Sense enough to keep their Favours secret—­But from Romantick Love, Good Heav’n defend me.  A Moment’s Joy’s not worth an Age’s Courtship; and when the Nymph’s Demure, and Dull and Shy, and Foolish and Freakish, and Fickle, there are Billiards at the Smyrna, Bowles at Marybone, and Dice at the Groom-Porter’s—­Are you for the Noon-Park.

Col. With all my Heart.

Sir Har. There the Beau-Monde appear in all their Splendour—­Here, Shrimp, [Enters.] entertain the Collonel’s Servant—­An Hour hence you’ll hear of us at White’s. [Exeunt.

Shr. Mr. Knapsack, are you for a Dish of Bohee:  My Master has been just drinking, and the Water boils—­ [Goes out, and returns with a Tea-Table.

Knap. Not to incommode you about it, Mr. Shrimp.

Shr. Well, Mr. Knapsack, we brave Britains conquer all before us:  Why you have done Wonders this Campaign.

Knap. Ay, Mr. Shrimp, the Name of an English General Thunder-strikes the French, as much as it invigorates the Allies; for when he comes, he cuts you off Ten or Twenty thousand, with the same Ease as a Countryman wou’d mow down an Acre of Corn; tho’, after all, I was in some pain for our Forces, not being able to do ’em any personal Service; for you must know, Mr. Shrimp, I am mightily subject to Convulsions, and just before ev’ry Engagement I was unluckily seiz’d with so violent a Fit, they were forc’d to carry me back to the next wall’d Town.

Shr. Are you for much Sugar in your Tea, Sir?

Knap. As much as you please, Sir.

Shr. Have you made many Campaigns, Mr. Knapsack?

Knap. This was the first, Mr. Shrimp, and I’m not positive that I shall ever make another; for next Summer, I believe, some Business of moment will confine me to this Kingdom—­Pray, Mr. Shrimp, why don’t you exert your self in the Service; the Gentlemen of the Army wou’d be glad of so sprightly an Officer as you among ’em.

Shr. O dear, Mr. Knapsack, I’m of so unfortunate a Stature, they’d trample me under their Feet; besides, I have no Genius to Fighting; I cou’d like a Commission in a Beau-Regiment, that always stays at home, because a Scarlet-Lac’d-Suit, a Sash and Feather command Respect, keep off Creditors, and make the Ladies fly into our Arms.