Jerry. Yes, I deserve many things that I don't get—but pray, corporal, mout you have seen a young woman in this here camp lately?
Corporal. Oh, plenty, among the suttlers.
Jerry. No, a kind of a pretty girl, a little lady-like, parlyvoos, and carries her head up straight.
Corporal. No—I've seen no such person.
Jerry. Well, Corporal Flash, I've a little cash, and what say you to a jug of whiskey punch? Brave men, you know, like you and I, should drink with one another.
Corporal. With all my heart; you're good for nothing else but to drink with.
Jerry. Then come along, my boy; we'll drown care, raise our spirits, and swallow the enemy in a bumper.
[Exeunt.
Scene IV. A Prison.
Enter two Officers, Guards and Christine. Officers seat themselves at a table, with pens and ink.