Syl. But consider my father, sir; he's as good, as generous, as brave, as just a man as ever served his country; I'm his only child; perhaps the loss of me may break his heart.
Bal. He's a very great fool if it does. Captain, if you don't list him this minute, I'll leave the court.
Plume. Kite, do you distribute the levy money to the men, while I read.
Kite. Ay, sir. Silence, gentlemen!
[Plume reads the Articles of War.
Bal. Very well; now, captain, let me beg the favour of you not to discharge this fellow, upon any account whatsoever. Bring in the rest.
Const. There are no more, an't please your worship.
Bal. No more! There were five, two hours ago.
Syl. 'Tis true, sir; but this rogue of a constable let the rest escape, for a bribe of eleven shillings a man, because he said the act allowed him but ten, so the odd shilling was clear gains.
All Just. How!