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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!

Sergeant
They’re the Yagers of Holk-and the lace they wear,
I’ll be sworn, was ne’er purchased at Leipzig fair.

Sutler-woman (bringing wine). 
Welcome, good sirs!

First Yager
          Zounds, how now? 
Gustel of Blasewitz here, I vow!

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!

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
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. 
I jogged with the succors to Mantua;
And back again came, under Feria: 
Then, joining a Spanish regiment,
I took a short cut across to Ghent;
And now to Bohemia I’m come to get
Old scores paid off, that are standing yet,
If a helping hand by the duke be lent-
And yonder you see my sutler’s tent.

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.

Soldier-boy (springing forward). 
Mother, is it my papa you name?

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.

Servant girl (entering). 
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
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?