DR. ROSY. Ay, he’ll be your porter; he’ll give the rogues an answer. _Enter_ LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR, _disguised_. JUSTICE CREDULOUS. So, a tall—Efacks! what! has lost an eye? DR. ROSY. Only a bruise he got in taking seven or eight highwaymen. JUSTICE CREDULOUS. He has a damned wicked leer somehow with the other. DR. ROSY. Oh, no, he’s bashful—a sheepish look—— JUSTICE CREDULOUS. Well, my lad, what’s your name? LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR. Humphrey Hum. JUSTICE CREDULOUS. Hum—I don’t like Hum! LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR. But I be mostly called honest Humphrey—— DR. ROSY. There, I told you so, of noted honesty. JUSTICE CREDULOUS. Well, honest Humphrey, the doctor has told you my terms, and you are willing to serve, hey? LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR. And please your worship I shall be well content. JUSTICE CREDULOUS. Well, then, hark’ye, honest Humphrey,—you are sure now, you will never be a rogue—never take a bribe hey, honest Humphrey? LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR. A bribe! what’s that? JUSTICE CREDULOUS. A very ignorant fellow indeed! DR. ROSY. His worship hopes you will not part with your honesty for money. LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR. Noa, noa. JUSTICE CREDULOUS. Well said, Humphrey—my chief business with you is to watch the motions of a rake-helly fellow here, one Lieutenant O’Connor. DR. ROSY. Ay, you don’t value the soldiers, do you, Humphrey? LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR. Not I; they are but zwaggerers, and you’ll see theu’ll be as much afraid of me as they would of their captain. JUSTICE CREDULOUS. And i’faith, Humphrey, you have a pretty cudgel there! LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR. Ay, the zwitch is better than nothing, but I should be glad of a stouter: ha’ you got such a thing in the house as an old coach-pole, or a spare bed-post? JUSTICE CREDULOUS. Oons, what a dragon it is!—Well, Humphrey, come with me.—I’ll just show him to Bridget, doctor, and we’ll agree.—Come along, honest Humphrey. [_Exit_.] LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR. My dear doctor, now remember to bring the justice presently to the walk: I have a scheme to get into his confidence at once. DR. ROSY. I will, I will. [_They shake hands_.] _Re-enter_ JUSTICE CREDULOUS. JUSTICE CREDULOUS. Why, honest Humphrey, hey! what the devil are you at? DR. ROSY. I was just giving him a little advice.—Well I must go for the present.—Good-morning to your worship—you need not fear the lieutenant while he is in your house. JUSTICE CREDULOUS. Well, get in, Humphrey. Good-morning to you, doctor.— [_Exit_ DOCTOR ROSY.] Come along, Humphrey.—Now I think I am a match for the lieutenant and all his gang. [_Exeunt_.] ACT II. SCENE I.—_A Street_. _Enter_ SERJEANT TROUNCE, DRUMMER _and_ SOLDIERS. SERJEANT TROUNCE. Come, silence your drum—there is no valour stirring to-day. I thought St. Patrick would have given us a recruit or two to- day. SOLDIER. Mark, serjeant! _Enter two_ COUNTRYMEN. SERJEANT TROUNCE. Oh! these are the lads I was looking for; they have the look of gentlemen.—An’t you single, my lads?