_Smug._ Disbanded, sir, that's all----I see my lawyer yonder. [_Exit._ _Vizard._ Sir, I'm very sorry for your misfortune. _Colonel S._ Why so? I don't come to borrow money of you; if you're my friend, meet me this evening at the Rummer; I'll pay my foy, drink a health to my king, prosperity to my country, and away for Hungary to-morrow morning. _Vizard._ What! you won't leave us? _Colonel S._ What! a soldier stay here, to look like an old pair of colours in Westminster Hall, ragged and rusty! No, no----I met yesterday a broken lieutenant, he was ashamed to own that he wanted a dinner, but wanted to borrow eighteen pence of me to buy a new scabbard for his sword. _Vizard._ Oh, but you have good friends, colonel! _Colonel S._ Oh, very good friends! My father's a lord, and my elder brother, a beau; mighty good indeed! _Vizard._ But your country may, perhaps, want your sword again. _Colonel S._ Nay, for that matter, let but a single drum beat up for volunteers between Ludgate and Charing Cross, and I shall undoubtedly hear it at the walls of Buda. _Vizard._ Come, come, colonel, there are ways of making your fortune at home--Make your addresses to the fair; you're a man of honour and courage. _Colonel S._ Ay, my courage is like to do me wondrous service with the fair. This pretty cross cut over my eye will attract a duchess--I warrant 'twill be a mighty grace to my ogling--Had I used the stratagem of a certain brother colonel of mine, I might succeed. _Vizard._ What was it, pray? _Colonel S._ Why, to save his pretty face for the women, he always turned his back upon the enemy.--He was a man of honour for the ladies. _Vizard._ Come, come, the loves of Mars and Venus will never fail; you must get a mistress. _Colonel S._ Pr'ythee, no more on't--You have awakened a thought, from which, and the kingdom, I would have stolen away at once.----To be plain, I have a mistress. _Vizard._ And she's cruel? _Colonel S._ No. _Vizard._ Her parents prevent your happiness? _Colonel S._ Not that. _Vizard._ Then she has no fortune? _Colonel S._ A large one. Beauty to tempt all mankind, and virtue to beat off their assaults. Oh, Vizard! such a creature! _Enter_ SIR HARRY WILDAIR, _crosses the Stage singing, with_ FOOTMEN _after him_. Heyday! who the devil have we here? _Vizard._ The joy of the playhouse, and life of the park; Sir Harry Wildair, newly come from Paris. _Colonel S._ Sir Harry Wildair! Did not he go a volunteer some three or four years ago? _Vizard._ The same. _Colonel S._ Why, he behaved himself very bravely.