_Enter JASPER, JERRY and PEASANTS._
JASPER. Nowhere to be found. I have asked everybody in the camp in
vain--she is lost to me. Unhappy, cruel girl! to quit her old and fond
father thus.
JERRY. Unhappy girl! to leave me in such an ungenteel manner too, run
away from me on my wedding day! but I'll find her out.
JASPER. Impossible! we must return, dejected and disappointed.
JERRY. I'll peep into every tent, bribe the sogers--I've got a little
money left. [_JASPER and PEASANTS retire. CORPORAL crosses the stage._]
Hist, corporal!
CORPORAL. Well, what would you?
JERRY. Why no, sure--it isn't--yes, it is--why Corporal Flash, how do
you do? Don't you know me?
CORPORAL. Can't say I do, sir.
JERRY. Why, not know Jerry Mayflower? Don't you remember me at the
battle of Queenstown, when you were in the boat and I on land, and you
were crossing to fight Johnny Bull, and I didn't cross at all?
CORPORAL. Oh, I remember you now--I remember calling you a cowardly
rascal at the time.
JERRY. So you did--how have you been? I am very glad to see you--you're
not killed, I take it?
CORPORAL. No, not exactly killed--but I was wounded--an honour which you
didn't seem to care much about.
JERRY. No, not much; I'm not very ambitious that way.
CORPORAL. What brings you to the camp, just when we are about having
another brush with the enemy--do you want to run away again? Zounds! you
deserve a round hundred at the halberts.
JERRY. Yes, I deserve many things that I don't get--but pray, corporal,
mout you have seen a young woman in this here camp lately?
CORPORAL. Oh, plenty, among the suttlers.
JERRY. No, a kind of a pretty girl, a little lady-like, parlyvoos, and
carries her head up straight.
CORPORAL. No--I've seen no such person.
JERRY. Well, Corporal Flash, I've a little cash, and what say you to a
jug of whiskey punch? Brave men, you know, like you and I, should drink
with one another.
CORPORAL. With all my heart; you're good for nothing else but to drink
with.
JERRY. Then come along, my boy; we'll drown care, raise our spirits, and
swallow the enemy in a bumper.
[_Exeunt._