Cam. But what pretence had they for using you so ill? You did not pilfer?
Match. I was found guilty of being poor.
Cam. Poor devil!
Ld. H. Timothy Ragg! O Ragg! I thought when I gave you your discharge, just afore the peace, we should never have had you again. How came you to list now?
Ragg. To pull down the French king.
Ld. H. Bravely resolved! But pull your shirt into your breeches in the mean time. Jeoffrey Tatter—What's become of the skirts and buttons of your coat?
Tatter. In our last clothing in the regiment I served in afore, the colonel had one skirt before, the agent one behind, and every captain of the regiment a button.
Ld. H. Hush, you rogue, you talk mutiny. [Smiling.
Trim. Ay, sirrah, what have you to do with more knowledge than that of your right hand from your left? [Hits him a blow on the head.]
Ld. H. Hugh Clump—Clump, thou growest a little too heavy for marching.