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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.

[Exeunt.

THE END.

YOUR’S OR MINE,

A COMIC OPERA.

IN THREE ACTS.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

JUSTICE FIDGET.
JUSTICE SPARROWHAWKE.
CAPTAIN CONSTANT.
CARELESS, his Friend, Nephew to Justice Fidget.
O’BLARNEY, an Irish Schoolmaster, and Clerk to

both Justices.
STURDY, an Innkeeper and Farmer.
Toddy, Servant to Constant.
Servants, &c.

Sophia, Daughter to Fidget.
GRACE, Sister to Constant.
SUSAN, Maid to Sophia.
Servants, &c.

Scene, a Village.-- Time, the Performance.

YOUR'S OR MINE.

ACT I.

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.

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I had heard of the pleasures of war and campaigning,
And much of the honour and beauty of scars,
So Tim Jolter and I, peace and quiet disdaining,
Determin'd like heroes, to list for the wars.

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.

II.

In drilling, we soon found our torments began,
'Twixt my shoulders and head, such a sympathy rose,
That they never would part, so I got the rattan,
And Tim, for his soul, could'nt turn out his toes :
We soon curs'd the day, the drum beat thro' the vil-

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,
I'll envy'not heroes their plunder and pillage.

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