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Soldiers dragging in the peasant, bound. FIRST YAGER. He must hang! SHARPSHOOTERS and DRAGOONS. To the provost, come on! SERGEANT. 'Tis the latest order that forth has gone. SUTLER-WOMAN. In an hour I hope to behold him swinging! SERGEANT. Bad work bad wages will needs be bringing. This comes of their desperation.
In the emperor's presence, man! say you so? That, beyond doubt, was a wonderful go! Whose image and stamp d'ye here behold? SUTLER-WOMAN. Oh! that is a Wallenstein's, sure! SERGEANT-MAJOR. Well, there, you have it what doubt can rest Is he not prince, just as good as the best? Coins he not money like Ferdinand? Hath he not his own subjects and land? Is he not called your highness, I pray?
SUTLER-WOMAN. The same in sooth and you I know, Are the lanky Peter of Itzeho: Who at Glueckstadt once, in revelling night, With the wags of our regiment, put to flight All his father's shiners then crowned the fun FIRST YAGER. By changing his pen for a rifle-gun. SUTLER-WOMAN. We're old acquaintance, then, 'tis clear. FIRST YAGER. And to think we should meet in Bohemia here!
FIRST CUIRASSIER. And we, the Walloons, must doubtless be gone. SUTLER-WOMAN. Why, of all our squadrons these are the best. FIRST CUIRASSIER. To march where that Milanese fellow leads on. FIRST YAGER. The infant? that's queer enough in its way. SECOND YAGER. The priest then, egad! there's the devil to pay.
SUTLER-WOMAN. Oh, 'tis unworthy a single word. TRUMPETER. You do well, sirs, to take a further walk, Your company only disturbs our talk. FIRST CUIRASSIER. Plague take the fellows they're brave, I know. FIRST YAGER. They haven't a soul 'bove a soapboiler's, though. SECOND YAGER. We're now alone, so teach us who can How best we may meet and mar their plan. TRUMPETER. How?
ARTILLERYMAN. Heyday! you'll find you're a wiseacre yet. The above Two Yagers. Afterwards Sutler-woman, Soldier-boy, Schoolmaster, Servant-girl. FIRST YAGER. See! see! Here meet we a jovial company! TRUMPETER. Who can these greencoats be, I wonder, That strut so gay and sprucely yonder!
Now they'll be cheated, sirs, one and all, Should our chief, our head, the general fall. SUTLER-WOMAN. Oh, Heaven! this curse I never can brook Why, half of the army stand in my book. Two hundred dollars I've trusted madly That Count Isolani who pays so badly.
SUTLER-WOMAN. Oh, here to-day to-morrow yonder As the rude war-broom, in restless trace, Scatters and sweeps us from place to place. Meanwhile I've been doomed far round to wander. FIRST YAGER. So one would think, by the look of your face.
SUTLER-WOMAN. A cut-purse! a scoundrel! the-villain I call. That the like in my tent should ever befall! I'm disgraced and undone with the officers all. SERGEANT. Well, coz, what is it? SUTLER-WOMAN. Why, what should it be? But a peasant they've taken just now with me A rogue with false dice, to favor his play. TRUMPETER. See I they're bringing the boor and his son this way.
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