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SCENE i] THE OLD BACHELOR 57<br />

Sharp. Not I really, sir.<br />

Bluffe. Dh, I thought so.—Why, then, you can know<br />

nothing, sir; I am afraid you scarce know the history of the<br />

late war in Flanders, with all its particulars.<br />

Sharp. Not I, sir, no more than public letters or gazettes<br />

tell us.<br />

Bluff e. Gazette! why there again now—why, sir, there<br />

are not three words of truth the year round put into the<br />

gazette—I'll tell you a strange thing now as to that.—You<br />

must know, sir, I was resident in Flanders the last campaign,<br />

3 had a small post there, but no matter for that. Perhaps,<br />

sir, there was scarce anything of moment done but an<br />

humble servant of yours, that shall be nameless, was an eyewitness<br />

of—I won't say had the greatest share in't; though I<br />

might say that too, since I name nobody, you know.—Well,<br />

Mr. Sharper, would you think it? in all this time, as I hope<br />

for a truncheon, this rascally gazette-writer never so much as<br />

once mentioned me—not once, by the wars!—took no more<br />

notice than as if Nol Bluffe had not been in the land of the<br />

living!<br />

Sharp. Strange!<br />

Sir Jo. Yet, by the Lord Harry, 'tis true, Mr. Sharper, for<br />

I went every day to coffee-houses to read the gazette myself.<br />

Bluffe. Ay, ay, no matter.—You see, Mr. Sharper, I am<br />

content to retire—live a private person—Scipio and others<br />

have done it.<br />

Sharp. Impudent rogue! [Aside.<br />

Sir Jo. Ay, this damned modesty of yours—egad, if he<br />

would put in for't he might be made general himself yet.<br />

Bluffe. O fy, no, Sir Joseph!—you know I hate this.<br />

Sir Jo. Let me but tell Mr. Sharper a little, how you eat<br />

fire once out of the mouth of a cannon.—Egad he did; those<br />

impenetrable whiskers of his have confronted flames.<br />

Bluffe. Death, what do you mean, Sir Joseph?<br />

Sir Jo. Look you now, I tell you he's so modest he'll own<br />

nothing.<br />

Bluffe. Pish! you have put me out, I have forgot what I<br />

was about. Pray hold your tongue, and give me leave.<br />

[Angrily.<br />

Sir Jo. I am dumb.<br />

3 The year before the production of this play, Namur had fallen into the handi<br />

of Lewis, and the French victuries in the Netherlands were watched with grave<br />

interest by all Englishmen, who for the first time in the history of their country<br />

for many centuries, were personally engaged in a foreign campaign.

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