Part 139 (1/2)

As jolly and free, As the finch in its glee, On thicket or tree, Under heaven's wide hollow-- Hurrah! for the Friedlander's banner I'll follow!

SECOND YAGER.

Foregad! a jolly companion, though.

[They salute him.

CITIZEN.

He comes of good kin; now pray let him go.

FIRST YAGER.

And we wern't found in the streets you must know.

CITIZEN.

I tell you his wealth is a plentiful stock; Just feel the fine stuff that he wears for a frock.

TRUMPETER.

The emperor's coat is the best he can wear.

CITIZEN.

To a cap manufactory he is the heir.

SECOND YAGER.

The will of a man is his fortune alone.

CITIZEN.

His grandmother's shop will soon be his own.

FIRST YAGER.

Pis.h.!.+ traffic in matches! who would do't?

CITIZEN.

A wine-shop his grandfather leaves, to boot, A cellar with twenty casks of wine.

TRUMPETER.

These with his comrades he'll surely share.

SECOND YAGER.

Hark ye, lad--be a camp-brother of mine.

CITIZEN.

A bride he leaves sitting, in tears, apart.

FIRST YAGER.

Good--that now's a proof of an iron heart.

CITIZEN.

His grandmother's sure to die with sorrow.

SECOND YAGER.

The better--for then he'll inherit to-morrow.

SERGEANT (advances gravely, and lays his hand on the Recruit's tin cap).

The matter no doubt you have duly weighed, And here a new man of yourself have made; With hanger and helm, sir, you now belong To a n.o.bler and more distinguished throng.