Part 137 (1/2)

SUTLER-WOMAN.

My sister's child from the south, is she.

FIRST YAGER.

Ay, ay, a sweet little niece--I see.

SECOND YAGER (holding the girl).

Softly, my pretty one! stay with me.

GIRL.

The customers wait, sir, and I must go.

[Disengages herself, and exit.

FIRST YAGER.

That maiden's a dainty morsel, I trow!

And her aunt--by heaven! I mind me well,-- When the best of the regiment loved her so, To blows for her beautiful face they fell.

What different folks one's doomed to know!

How time glows off with a ceaseless flow!

And what sights as yet we may live to see!

(To the Sergeant and Trumpeter.) Your health, good sirs, may we be free, A seat beside you here to take?

SCENE VI.

The Yagers, Sergeant, and Trumpeter.

SERGEANT.

We thank ye--and room will gladly make.

To Bohemia welcome.

FIRST YAGER.

Snug enough here!

In the land of the foe our quarters were queer.

TRUMPETER.

You haven't the look on't--you're spruce to view.

SERGEANT.

Ay, faith, on the Saal, and in Meissen, too, Your praises are heard from the lips of few.

SECOND YAGER.

Tush, man! why, what the plague d'ye mean?

The Croat had swept the fields so clean, There was little or nothing for us to glean.

TRUMPETER.

Yet your pointed collar is clean and sightly, And, then, your hose that sit so tightly!

Your linen so fine, with the hat and feather, Make a show of smartness altogether!

(To Sergeant.) That fortune should upon younkers s.h.i.+ne-- While nothing in your way comes, or mine.

SERGEANT.

But then we're the Friedlander's regiment And, thus, may honor and homage claim.