SERJEANT TROUNCE.
Wonderful knowledge!—Well, my heroes, I’ll write word to the king of your good intentions, and meet me half an hour hence at the Two Magpies.
COUNTRYMAN.
We will, your honour, we will.
SERJEANT TROUNCE.
But stay; for fear I shouldn’t see you again in the crowd, clap these little bits of ribbon into your hats.
FIRST COUNTRYMAN.
Our hats are none of the best.
SERJEANT TROUNCE.
Well, meet me at the Magpies, and I’ll give you money to buy new ones.
COUNTRYMAN.
Bless your honour, thank your honour. [Exeunt.]
SERJEANT TROUNCE.
[Winking at SOLDIERS.] Jack! [Exeunt SOLDIERS.]
Enter LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
So, here comes one would make a grenadier—Stop, friend, will you list?
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Who shall I serve under?