Sir _Har._ Tis well design'd, and may the Soldier animate the Lover: For my part, I'm so devoted to my Pleasures, and so strangely bigotted to a single Life, I have sold an Estate of Two thousand a Year, to buy an Annuity of Four: I love to Rake and Rattle thro' the Town, and each Amusement, as it happens, pleases. The Ladies call me Mad Sir _Harry_, a Careless, Affable, Obliging Fellow, whom, when they want, they send for. I wear good Cloaths to 'Squire'em up and down; have Wit enough to Chat, and make'em Giggle, and Sense enough to keep their Favours secret--But from Romantick Love, Good Heav'n defend me. A Moment's Joy's not worth an Age's Courtship; and when the Nymph's Demure, and Dull and Shy, and Foolish and Freakish, and Fickle, there are Billiards at the _Smyrna_, Bowles at _Marybone_, and Dice at the _Groom-Porter_'s--Are you for the Noon-Park. _Col._ With all my Heart. Sir _Har._ There the _Beau-Monde_ appear in all their Splendour--Here, _Shrimp_, [_Enters._] entertain the _Collonel_'s Servant--An Hour hence you'll hear of us at _White_'s. [_Exeunt._ _Shr._ Mr. _Knapsack_, are you for a Dish of _Bohee_: My Master has been just drinking, and the Water boils-- [_Goes out, and returns with a Tea-Table._ _Knap._ Not to incommode you about it, Mr. _Shrimp_. _Shr._ Well, Mr. _Knapsack_, we brave _Britains_ conquer all before us: Why you have done Wonders this Campaign. _Knap._ Ay, Mr. _Shrimp_, the Name of an _English_ General Thunder-strikes the _French_, as much as it invigorates the Allies; for when he comes, he cuts you off Ten or Twenty thousand, with the same Ease as a Countryman wou'd mow down an Acre of Corn; tho', after all, I was in some pain for our Forces, not being able to do 'em any personal Service; for you must know, Mr. _Shrimp_, I am mightily subject to Convulsions, and just before ev'ry Engagement I was unluckily seiz'd with so violent a Fit, they were forc'd to carry me back to the next wall'd Town. _Shr._ Are you for much Sugar in your Tea, Sir? _Knap._ As much as you please, Sir. _Shr._ Have you made many Campaigns, Mr. _Knapsack_? _Knap._ This was the first, Mr. _Shrimp_, and I'm not positive that I shall ever make another; for next Summer, I believe, some Business of moment will confine me to this Kingdom--Pray, Mr. _Shrimp_, why don't you exert your self in the Service; the Gentlemen of the Army wou'd be glad of so sprightly an Officer as you among 'em. _Shr._ O dear, Mr. _Knapsack_, I'm of so unfortunate a Stature, they'd trample me under their Feet; besides, I have no Genius to Fighting; I cou'd like a Commission in a Beau-Regiment, that always stays at home, because a Scarlet-Lac'd-Suit, a Sash and Feather command Respect, keep off Creditors, and make the Ladies fly into our Arms. _Knap._ Ay, Mr. _Shrimp_, I don't doubt but you have good store of Mistresses. Why you look a little thin upon the matter, ha!