Plume. In the army, I presume.
Syl. No, but I intend to list immediately. Lookye, gentlemen, he that bids the fairest, has me.
Brazen. Sir, I'll prefer you; I'll make you a corporal this minute.
Plume. Corporal! I'll make you my companion; you shall eat with me.
Brazen. You shall drink with me. Then you shall receive your pay, and do no duty.
Syl. Then you must make me a field-officer.
Plume. Pho, pho, pho! I'll do more than all this; I'll make you a corporal, and give you a brevet for serjeant.
Brazen. Can you read and write, sir?
Syl. Yes.
Brazen. Then your business is done—I'll make you chaplain to the regiment.