[The three Captains rise and withdraw.
Ensign Luby. Let them go: what do we want with Captains here? we are all jolly subs. now; so Buckskin give us a song.
Ensign Simple. I—think—I’ll—go—too. [rises.
Ensign Luby. Ay, go and take your gruel.
Ensign Simple. I don’t know why you talk of gruel, Mr. Luby. I wish to go to bed early, and to rise betimes in the morning to my drill:
“Early to bed and early to rise,
Make a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.”
Ensign Buckskin. Well, no preaching! good-night—say your prayers, and tie your night-cap well on.
[Ensign Simple now retires sulkily, accompanied by a laugh from all the company.
Ensign Luby. That fellow is fitter for the pro—pro—profession of a—hic—linendraper, than the the—hic—trade of a soldier. Come, I’ll give you a song.
Ensign Buckskin. Bravo! song! song! Now I mean to begin the evening.