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FIRST YAGER. In my life it ne'er was a thought of mine Whether we suited each other or not, I let myself go with the rest of the lot. FIRST CUIRASSIER. I quite agree in the sergeant's opinion They'd fain have an end of our camp dominion, And trample the soldier down, that they May govern alone in their own good way. 'Tis a conspiration a plot, I say! SUTLER-WOMAN. A conspiration God help the day!
FIRST CUIRASSIER. 'Tis what none need be wondrous glad to learn. The Soldiers press round him. To the Netherlands they would lend us now Cuirassiers, Yagers, and Shooters away, Eight thousand in all must march, they say. SUTLER-WOMAN. What! What! again the old wandering way I got back from Flanders but yesterday! You of Butler's corps must tramp with the rest.
FIRST YAGER. Well, the emperor now must father this elf, For the army must ever recruit itself. SCHOOLMASTER. Forth to the school, ye rogue d'ye hear? FIRST YAGER. He, too, of a narrow room has fear. Aunt, they'll be off. SUTLER-WOMAN. I come apace. FIRST YAGER. What gypsy is that with the roguish face? SUTLER-WOMAN. My sister's child from the south, is she.
FIRST YAGER. Well, all things seem in a flourishing way, But what have you done with the Scotchman, say, Who once in the camp was your constant flame? SUTLER-WOMAN. A villain, who tricked me clean, that same He bolted, and took to himself whate'er I'd managed to scrape together, or spare, Leaving me naught but the urchin there. Mother, is it my papa you name?
Trumpeter | Terzky's carabineers. Citizen. Artilleryman, Peasant. Sharpshooters. Peasant Boy. Mounted Yagers, of Holk's corps. Capuchin. Dragoons, of Butler's regiment. Regimental Schoolmaster. Arquebusiers, of Tiefenbach's regiment. Sutler-Woman. Cuirassier, of a Walloon regiment. Servant Girl. Cuirassier, of a Lombard regiment. Soldiers' Boys. Croats. Musicians. Hulans.
Much farther in this I can see than you all, And a trap has been laid in which we're to fall; FIRST YAGER. List to the order-book! hush be still! SERGEANT. But first, Cousin Gustel, I pray thee fill A glass of Melneck, as my stomach's but weak When I've tossed it off, my mind I'll speak. SUTLER-WOMAN. Take it, good sergeant. I quake for fear Think you that mischief is hidden here?
Sutlers' tents in front, a Slop-shop. Soldiers of all colors and uniforms thronging about. Croats and Hulans cooking at a fire. Sutler-woman serving out wine. Soldier-boys throwing dice on a drum-head. Singing heard from the tent. Enter a Peasant and his Son.
SERGEANT. Peace, my good fellows! a kiss goes free. Enter Miners, and play a waltz at first slowly, and afterwards quicker. The first Yager dances with the girl, the Sutler-woman with the recruit. The girl springs away, and the Yager, pursuing her, seizes hold of a Capuchin Friar just entering. CAPUCHIN. Hurrah! halloo! tol, lol, de rol, le! The fun's at its height! I'll not be away!
SUTLER-WOMAN. He's a Walloon and respect, I trow, Is due to the Pappenheim cuirassier! Young Piccolomini leads them now, Whom they chose as colonel, of their own free might, When Pappenheim fell in Luetzen's fight. FIRST ARQUEBUSIER. Durst they, indeed, presume so far? FIRST DRAGOON. This regiment is something above the rest.
SUTLER-WOMAN. Up the country I've rambled to Temsewar, Whither I went with the baggage-car, When Mansfeld before us we chased away; With the duke near Stralsund next we lay, Where trade went all to pot, I may say.
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