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Alm. What, you will beat me, then?
Flor. No; though I shall almost love thee well enough, I will restrain the violence of my affection, and not beat thee.
Alm. That is, if I shall be content with a half, or a quarter, or a tenth, or a
Flor. Nay, you shall have me all.
Alm. I don't expect that; yet I will never quarrel with thine inconstancy, if, when thou stealest affection from Almanza, thou wilt give it to Abacoa.
Raym. Now we will see you to the boundary. At distance, 'twixt the Spaniards and the Creeks There may be friendship still, but nothing farther. Come, we will see you safe there.
Sophia, Daughter to Fidget.
Scene, a Village.-- Time, the Performance.
YOUR'S OR MINE.
Scene, a Village.
Enter Toddy. Tod. So here I am, once more quartered in my own native village; and if ever I believe a recruiting serjeant again, when he tells me there's no danger in fighting, may I be scalp’t by a Cherokee Indian, or broiled alive by a cannibal cook.
I had heard of the pleasures of war and campaigning,
The drum and the fife beat to arms thro' the village, Tim's wife was heart-broke, but I bad her not cry, Whilst he kiss'd off the tear as it stood in her eye;
Like a couple of ninnies,
We took the king's guineas, And left our sweet hamlet, for plunder and pillage.
In drilling, we soon found our torments began,
lage, i . When Tim's wife, &c.
· II. ; ... : Spite of oatmeal and flour, my hair stood on end, When the battle on both sides, was set in array, A twenty-four pounder soon settled my friend, And I was found missing, the very next day. And now fifty drums may alarum the village, I want courage perhaps, yet I'll not stir a peg, For I don't want an arm, and I don't want a leg :
And whilst from the misses,
I ravish sweet kisses,