Ld. H. Your servant——This fellow's strangely honest——Ha! Will.
Enter Campley and Trim.
Will! don't the recruits wait for me to see 'em at their parade before this house?
Trim. Yes; and have waited these three hours.
Ld. H. Go to 'em; I'll be there myself immediately. We must attack with 'em, if the rogues are sturdy, this very evening.
Trim. I guess where——I'm overjoyed at it. I'll warrant you they do it, if I command in chief.
Ld. H. I design you shall. [Trim runs out jumping.
Cam. You seem, my lord, to be in deep meditation.
Ld. H. I am so, but not on anything that you may not be acquainted with. [Exeunt.