Just. There they go, ding dong in for the day. Good lack! a fluent tongue is the only thing a mother don’t like her daughter to resemble her in.

Enter Doctor Rosy.

Well, doctor, where’s the lad—where’s Trusty?

Rosy. At hand; he’ll be here in a minute, I’ll answer for’t. He’s such a one as you an’t met with,—brave as a lion, gentle as a saline draught.

Just. Ah, he comes in the place of a rogue, a dog that was corrupted by the lieutenant. But this is a sturdy fellow, is he, doctor?

Rosy. As Hercules; and the best back-sword in the country. Egad, he’ll make the red coats keep their distance.

Just. O the villains; this is St. Patrick’s day, and the rascals have been parading my house all the morning. I know they have a design upon me; but I have taken all precautions: I have magazines of arms, and if this fellow does but prove faithful, I shall be more at ease.

Rosy. Doubtless he’ll be a comfort to you.

Re-enter Servant.

Ser. There is a man below, inquires for Doctor Rosy.

Rosy. Show him up.

Just. Hold! a little caution—how does he look?

Ser. A country-looking fellow, your worship.

Just. Oh, well, well, for Doctor Rosy; these rascals try all ways to get in here.

Ser. Yes, please your worship; there was one here this morning wanted to speak to you; he said his name was Corporal Breakbones.

Just. Corporal Breakbones!

Ser. And drummer Crackskull came again.

Just. Ay, did you ever hear of such a damned confounded crew? Well, show the lad in here!

[Exit Servant.

Rosy. Ay, he’ll be your porter; he’ll give the rogues an answer.

Enter Lieutenant O’Connor, disguised.

Just. So, a tall—Efacks! what! has lost an eye?

Rosy. Only a bruise he got in taking seven or eight highwaymen.

Just. He has a damned wicked leer somehow with the other.

Rosy. Oh, no, he’s bashful—a sheepish look——