from a campaign; enriched himself with the plunder of a few oaths,
and here vents them against the general, who, slighting men of
merit, and preferring only those of interest, has made him quit the
service.

SHARP. Wherein no doubt he magnifies his own performance.

BELL. Speaks miracles, is the drum to his own praise--the only
implement of a soldier he resembles, like that, being full of
blustering noise and emptiness -

SHARP. And like that, of no use but to be beaten.

BELL. Right; but then the comparison breaks, for he will take a
drubbing with as little noise as a pulpit cushion.

SHARP. His name, and I have done?

BELL. Why, that, to pass it current too, he has gilded with a
title: he is called Capt. Bluffe.

SHARP. Well, I'll endeavour his acquaintance--you steer another
course, are bound -

For love's island: I, for the golden coast.
May each succeed in what he wishes most.



ACT II.--SCENE I.