Enter Corporal Catchup and Soldiers.
Corp. Silence! Silence! halt! advance bending down and with your bayonets presented. Comrades, this is a glorious day, and if we catch the Pretender we shall have little cause to grieve that we arrived a day too late for the Battle of Culloden. What were the deeds of the Duke of Cumberland to ours? He but wounded the fox, we catch him by the nose. We shall be made Aldermen, every man of us. Take ground behind those bushes; keep silence. I hear a voice in the vault. On your lives be silent—be steady!
Daresby. [In the vault.] I can find no one, yet here is a bed prepared. What a strange place to make an hospital of! [Emerging from the vault.] Perhaps the poor fellow has got frightened and delirious ...
Corp. Stand!
Daresby. Ah, here is my Patient. So you have got the cholera, my Friend!
Corp. No, unless that’s one of your titles. Surrender or die!
Daresby. He must be in a high fever! Be calm, my good man, I will render you all the assistance in my power.
Corp. You will, will you?
Daresby. Come with me to the house, come. This is no place for a person in your state.
Corp. Well, if this arn’t droll! he’s trying to humbug me.