Act 5 — SCENE II.
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Enter a Regiment of Trepanners and Tarpaulins, with drum and colours, gallantly marching in their victorious return and prosperous success from Tunis.
1st Off. Sa-sa.
2d Off. Ran-tan.
3d Off. Tara-tantara. Thus far from the Isle of Canary. Is not this better, my boys, than trepanning an old drolling friar for a sequestered bond?—Hey boys, here be those Indian rats that cant and chirp in my pocket, as if after a long apprenticeship they sought to be made freemen.
[He shakes his pocket.
But I must not yet enlarge them.
2d Off. O ye pitiful simpletons, who spend your days in throwing cudgels at Jack-a-Lents or Shrove-cocks!
3d Off. Nay, in making gooselings in embers: and starting as if they were planet-struck at the weak report of a pot-gun.
1st Off. My wish shall be for all that puisne pen-feathered aërie of buzzardism[173] and stanielry:[174]
"That such as they who love to stay to suck their mamma's teat, May live at home, but ne'er find one to give them clothes or meat."
Lancepres. Come along, wags; let's in a frolic way march to our old friends in new suits, and reserve a screwed look for a threepenny ordinary.
2d Off. Along, along! but utter not too much language, honest pockets, till a question be asked you.
[He shakes his pocket.
All. Hey for a fee-farm rent in Tunis!
[Exeunt capering.