A Rough Diamond: A Comic Drama in One Act

by John Baldwin Buckstone

SIR W. I stand corrected.

MAR. Corrected? why, I haven’t touched you—though you deserve to catch toko, that you do.

SIR W. Well, my dear friend, I shall expect you to dine with us to-day.

MAR. Ah, do! come and take pot luck!

SIR W. Lady Evergreen, I implore you!

MAR. If he knows my meaning what does it matter? You’ll come, won’t you? Oh, do! and bring some of the sojers with you—I like sojers! What are you, a sharpshooter, or a—what d’ye call ’em?

BLEN. In the infantry, your ladyship.

MAR. Infant—infantry! Oh! what, young ’uns in arms?

SIR W. No, no, my dear!

MAR. I know, bless you! but I like what I used to see in the country—the—the yeo-ho—— No, yeo-ho’s sailors—the yeomanry, that’s it! I like them best—such red jackets with yellow insides, and a thing on their heads like a tin pot with a large fox’s brush pulled over it. Oh, didn’t they look prime!