Colonel S. What, sir?
Smug. Disbanded, sir, that's all——I see my lawyer yonder. [Exit.
Vizard. Sir, I'm very sorry for your misfortune.
Colonel S. Why so? I don't come to borrow money of you; if you're my friend, meet me this evening at the Rummer; I'll pay my foy, drink a health to my king, prosperity to my country, and away for Hungary to-morrow morning.
Vizard. What! you won't leave us?
Colonel S. What! a soldier stay here, to look like an old pair of colours in Westminster Hall, ragged and rusty! No, no——I met yesterday a broken lieutenant, he was ashamed to own that he wanted a dinner, but wanted to borrow eighteen pence of me to buy a new scabbard for his sword.
Vizard. Oh, but you have good friends, colonel!
Colonel S. Oh, very good friends! My father's a lord, and my elder brother, a beau; mighty good indeed!
Vizard. But your country may, perhaps, want your sword again.
Colonel S. Nay, for that matter, let but a single drum beat up for volunteers between Ludgate and Charing Cross, and I shall undoubtedly hear it at the walls of Buda.