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Enter GIBBY.

Gibby. Aw my saul, sir, but Ise blythe to find thee are but a word and a blow. here now.

L's. Ha, brother; give me thy hand, boy. Gibby. Na se fast, se ye me. Brether me ne brethers; I scorn a lee as muckle as a thief, se ye now; and ye must gang intul this house with me, and justify to Donna Violante's face, that she was the lady that gang'd in here this morn, see ye me, or the deel ha my saul, sir, but ye and I shall be two folks.

Lis. Justify it to Donna Violante's face, quotha! for what? Sure, you don't know what you say.

Gibby. Troth, de I, sir, as weel as ye de; therefore, come along, and make no mair words about it.

Lis. Why, what the devil do you mean? Don't you consider you are in Portugal? Is the fellow mad?

Gibby. Fellow!

Ise none of yer fellow, sir:
and gin the place were hell, I'd gar ye de me
justice. (Lissardo going.) Nay, the deel a feet ye
gang. (Lays hold of him, and knocks at the door.)
Lis. Ha! Don Pedro himself; I wish I were
fairly off.

Ped. How now? What makes you knock so loud?
Gibby. Gin this be Don Pedro's house, sir, I would
speak with Donna Violante, his daughter.

Ped. Ha! What is it you want with my daughter, pray?

Gibby. An she be your daughter, and lik yer honour, command her to come out, and answer for herself, and either justify or disprove what this cheeld told me this morn.

Lis. So, here will be a fine piece of work. (Aside.) Ped. Why, what did he tell you, ha? Gibby. By my sol, sir, Ise tell you aw the truth; my master got a pratty lady upon the how-de-call't Passa, here, at five this morn, and he gar me watch her heam: and, in truth, I lodged her here; and meeting this ill-favoured thief, see ye me, I speered who she was, and he told me her name was Donna Violante, Don Pedro de Mendoza's daughter.

Ped. Ha! My daughter with a man abroad at five in the morning! Death, hell, and furies! By St. Anthony, I'm undone.

Gibby. Wounds, sir! ye put her saint intul bony company.

Ped. Who is your master, you dog you? Gibby. You dog you! 'Sbleed, sir! don't call names. I won't tell you who my master is, se ye

me now.

Ped. And who are you, rascal, that know my daughter so well? Ha! (To Lissardo, and holding up his cane.)

Lis. What shall I say to make him give this Scotch dog a good beating? (Aside.) I know your daughter, seignior? Not I; I never saw your daughter in all my life.

Gibby. (Knocks him down with his fist.) Deel ha my saul, sar, gin ye get no your carich for that lee


Ped. What, hoa! Where are all my servants? Enter COLONEL BRITON, FELIX, ISABELLA, and VIOLANTE.

Raise the house in pursuit of my daughter.

Col. B. Hey-day! What's here to do?

Gibby. This is the loon-like tik, an lik yer honour, that sent me hame with a lee this morn.

Fel. This is a day of jubilee, Lissardo; no quarrelling with him this day.

Lis. A plague take his fists! Egad! these Britone


Lop. So, have I found you, daughter? Then you have not hanged yourself yet, I see. Col. B. But she is married, my lord.

Lop. Married! Zounds! To whom?

Col. B. Even to your humble servant, my lord. If you please to give us your blessing. (Kreels.) Lop. Why, harkye, mistress, are you really mar ried. (To Isabella.)

Isa. Really so, my lord. Lop. And who are you, sir? (To Colonel Briton.) Col. B. An honest North Briton, by birth, and a colonel, by commission, my lord.

Lop. An heretic! devil! (Holds up his hands.) Ped. She has played you a slippery trick, indeed, my lord. Well, my girl, thou hast been to see thy friend married. Next week thou shalt have a better husband, my dear. (To Violante.)

Fl. Next week is a little too soon, sir; I hope to live longer than that.

Ped. What do you mean, sir? You have not made a rib of my daughter too, have you?

Vio. Indeed, but he has, sir, I know not how; but he took me in an unguarded minute; when my thoughts were not over-strong for a nunnery, father.

Lop. Your daughter has played you a slippery trick too, seignior.

Ped. But your son shall never be the better for it, my lord; her twenty thousand pounds were left on certain conditions, and I'll not part with a shilling.

Lop. But we have a certain thing called law, shall make you do justice, sir.

Ped. Well, we'll try that: my lord, much good may it do you with your daughter-in-law. Lop. I wish you much joy of your rib.

[Exeunt Pedro and Lopez. Enter FREDERICK. Fel. Frederick, welcome! I sent for thee to be partaker of my happiness; and pray give me leave to introduce you to the cause of it.

Fred. Your messenger has told me all, and I sincerely share in all your happiness.

Col. B. To the right-about, Frederick: wish thy friend joy.

Fred. I do, with all my soul; and, madam, I congratulate your deliverance. (To Isabella.) Your suspicions are cleared now, I hope, Felix?

Fel. They are; and I heartily ask the Colonel pardon, and wish him happy with my sister; for love has taught me to know, that every man's happiness consists in choosing for herself. Lis. After that rule, I fix here. (To Flora.) Flora. That's your mistake; I prefer my lady's service, and turn you over to her that pleaded right and title to you to-day.

Lis. Choose, proud fool; I shan't ask you twice.

Gibby. What say ye now, lass; will ye ge yer hand to poor Gibby? (To Inis.)

Inis. That I may not leave my lady, I take you at your word. And though our wooing has been short, I'll, by her example, love you dearly.

Fel. Now, my Violante, I shall proclaim thy virtues to the world.

Let us no more thy sex's conduct blame, Since thou'rt a proof to thy eternal fame, That man has no advantage but the name.


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SCENE I.-On the right hard, one of the towers of

the Castle of Sorrento; a ditch and parapet-wall dividing it from a large house placed on the left, with a latticed window over the door opening to a balcony. In the tower, a grated window about the height of the balcony. A picturesque view of the country in the distance, mountainous, and with vineyards.

ROSINA appears at the latticed window.

No; 'tis past, and silence reigns;

Pensive, still, 1 mourn his fate:
In his tower he still remains;

Here, alas ! in vain I wait.
Evening's shadows now appear,

All is hush'd and calm around
Hark! again his voice I hear;

Yes, I've caught the well-known sound. BLINVAL, in a red hussar jacket, his hair dishevelled,

and his whole appearance neglected, appears at the grated window of the prison.

Blin. Hark! again that heavenly voice.
Ros. Yes, 'tis he; why throbs my heart?

By turns I sigh, by turns rejoice;
l'on fix'd, though reason says depart.

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Blin. Oh! what joy, what bliss I feel !

Ger. She might as well have asked me to walk Ros. Ah! could my prayers your anguish heall in. Mighty pleasant, no doubt, this al fresco, to

those who relish it; but for a gentleman who does Blin. Sweet, heavenly maid, my griefs are past, Count Murville, captain in the death's head husMy prison now a palace seems;

sars, et cetera, the honour to adjust his moustachios, Speak, will the pleasing vision last?

and to adorn his head, why, it's d-d scurvy treatOr are my raptures fleeting dreams?

ment. Hip, hallol housel within there! (Knocks at Ros. Ah! cold Rosina's prayers avail,

the door.)
How soon those heavy bars should fall!
Ah! could Rosina's tears prerail,

Enter Footman, from the house.
How swift you'd pass the hated wall!

Foot. Hallo! Who thunders so loudly?
Blin, Ye gods, I'm bless'd; what rapture's mine! Ger. Why, me, to be sure.
Forgive that late I dar'd repine.

Foot. You! and who the devil are you?
Ros Companion's tear-

Ger. Is that your respect to a valet-de-chambre ? Blin. The joys I feel, -

Here, take my baggage, and know your distance. Ros. Bedews my cheek. Blin. No words reveal.

[Snatches up the portmanteau and hat-box, Ros. Alas! poor youth

places them on the footman's shoulders, Blin. How bless'd my lot!

pushes him in, and follows.
Ros. How hard your fate!

My grief's forgot,
I'm bless'd beyond what mortals know,
Though fate has mark'd the world my foe;

SCENE II.-A Draxing-room at the Widow
That cheering glance, that heavenly smile,

Would ev'ry human care beguile.
Ros. Alas! how hard the prisoner's lot;

Enter the Footman and GERMAIN.
Forsaken, by the world forgot.
Blin. What joys I feel!

Foot. My mistress is at the Governor's, and you
How hard his lot!

must wait, She will speak with you here. (Going.) Blin. I'm bless'd indeed.

Ger. But, sir, respected sir, (bowing) if you are Ros. By all forgot.

pleased to take your own sweet company away, Blin. My griefs are pas .

can't you send me an omelet and a salad, with a Ros. Compassion's tear

few of your half-emptied flasks? You understand ? Blin. Transporting sounds!

and I don't think, without offence, I should lament Ros. Your woes shall cheer.

your absence. Ah! would my fervent prayers ascend,

Foot. On, sir, your most obedient. But I am Your painful sufferings soon should end. never purveyor, except where I'm a guest: you Blin. The prayers of virtue swift ascend,


(Exit. I feel my sufferings soon must end.

Ger. Well, now, as I'm a Christian sinner, that (Blinval retires.)

fellow deserves the galleys. I wish my master

would appear. Somehow, I'm never respected but Ros. Heigho! he sings no more. No, he is gone,

for his sake. What can detain him at Naples? Ob, and I am still left in incertitude. It's very wicked I have it: the imprisonment of his young friend of the Governor to keep so sweet a man cooped up nearly sabred his own colonel. What a cursed

Blinval; that fire-eating, mad rattlecap, who had in that huge, ugly tower.

scrape! Death the articles of war. But he perEnter GERMAIN, with a portmanteau and hat-box.

formed such prodigies in the last battle, and saved

Count Murville's life, so he'll move heaven, earth, Ger. (Knocks and calls at the door of the house.) and the minister for his release. Oh! now I recol. Hallo, ho, hol Within there, ho!

lect, he is in this district, close prisoner in the old Ros. What can that be?

castle of Sorrento: if I could speak to him-No, Ger. Are you all dead? Rub down my hack, and no, poor devil, he is trapped like a rat, and can only let me have a spanking supper, for I'm con- be peeped at through his gratings. foundedly sharp set.

Ros. Pray, where do you suppose yourself, that Enter BLINVAL, in the red hussar's jacket, without a you're so much at home? This is no inn.

sword. Ger. (Looking up, and taking off his hat.) Bumpers and Burgundy! there's a rogue's eye! (Aside.) Blin. (Looking about, but not perceiving. Germain.) Inn! Oh, no; Lord love your pretty face! the This apartment excels the last; am I awake, or is Widow Belmont would be quite shocked if I went it all a dream? to an Inn.

Ger. (Not seeing him.) He is as wild as à young Ros. Indeed! And who are you?

Tartar, as obstinate as a young devil, but as soundGer. One of king Cupid's corps diplomatique; hearted as a young Englishman. Oh! a fine fellow ambassador of love; courier of Hymen; the that Blipval. faithful follower, though I precede my master, of Blin. (Turning quickly round.) Blinval! who calls Count Murville, captain in the death's head hus- me? sars, et cutera--Germain, at your service. (Bowing.) Ger. (Starting.) Eh! what? No, sure-ges, but

Rós. Oh! from our cousin Murville. Well, I'lí it is; it is our mad lieutenant. (Runs and leaps on inform mamma. Provoking puppy!- at this mo

his neck.) ment-he has chosen this time, [Aside, and erit. Blin, Germain ! not hanged yet, but don't strangle me, man. I'm here, you see, in spite of , whistle his soft potes in a foul air and a close our old fusty colonel, safe, sound, and hearty, boy. cage.

Ger. But by what miracle? I thought you snug Blin. They visit me but twice a day; and till toin one of the four towers of that d-d castle.

morrow's noon I'm safe. Blin So thinks the governor, heaven help him, Ger. Granted; but will that negligée suit the at this hour. But tell me, whose is this house? lover? Ger. The Widow Belmont's.

Blin. Oh! let me see. (Pauses.) I have been Blin. Has she a daughter?

stopped by a banditti. Ger. Rosina; a great beauty; fresh, blooming, Ger. Ha, ha, ha! You're never at a loss; always and sixteen.

a tale at your tongue's end. But my scruples Blin Huzza! Then I shall bless the day I heard Blin. Have, like all other things, their price. the rusty hinges of Sorrento creak.

(Shaking a purse.) Fifty louis for their repose. Ger. And were I in your place, I should curse it Ger. They're hushed. Taking the purse.) most furiously. But what with hunger, thirst, and Blin. But if I appear in this identical dress, I curiosity, I'm in a desperate case ; pity me, sir, I shall be known instantly by Rosina, and it would have a craving appetite for your adventures. not be prudent to discover myself, even to her, too

Blin. Shut up in the south tower, I one day saw Soon. the daughter of this house at a latticed balcony; Ger. What say you to my master's riding-coat woodbines and jessamines were round the wall, and military hat ? but they weren't half so fresh as the sweet little Blin. The very thing; run and fetch them; creature who eclipsed them.

quick, quick. (Germain runs out and returns with Ger. Oh, Lord! oh, Lord! I'm likely to be them immediately.) famished still, if we're to creep through the wood- Ger. (Helping Blinval on with his hat and coat.) bines.

So. And here comes the Widow, too, most opporBlin. To the point, then: she kept her eyes long tune. fixed on me; I tried to move her by croaking in my Blin. Attention, then, and to our posts. Red-d hoarse voice, some melancholy ditties about member, I have been robbed. captivity and so on. Every day, fresh attentions, fresh songs. This very evening my gaoler called

Enter MRS, BELMONT. me from a charming interview. I thrust him out, and, in a moment of passion, dashed an old ward- Mrs. B. (To Germain.) Is it you, sir, who wish to robe in a dark corne of my room to atoms. A speak with me? folded paper caught my eye, I seized it eagerly; it Ger. Yes, madam, it was l who galloped on joywas directed

fully to announce Count Murville, but-oh, heaGer. How?

vens! Blin. * To the unfortunate who succeeds me." Mrs. B. You alarm me. What has befallen Ger. And the contents ?

him? Blin. A legacy from a poor devil of a prede- Ger. Oh! bitter news! Speak, sir, yourself, for cessor: he had been shut up in the same part of I want words, and - impudence. the tower for ten years; but love had softened the

(Aside.) hardships of his captivity. In short, the paper marked a secret avenue leading to the next house. Mrs. B. What, is it you, cousin ? I descended, crept through a subterraneous pas- Blin. As you perceive, and in no better plight. sage, clinbed a cork-screw staircase, reached a (Looking at his dress.) small door, and, upon pressing back a spring, Mrs. B. What has happened? jumped into that bedroom.

Blin. Friendship, love, and anxiety, all urged me Ger. And the entrance

to hasten here; unfortunately, a bandittiBlin. Is concealed by that looking-glass. But Mrs. B. Robbers ? tell me now, what brings your rogue's face to Blin. Stopped me some leagues from this. Sorrento?

Ger. Five minutes later, and I had shared his Ger. Marriage. Your friend Murville is cousin to fate. Oh, terrible ! the Widow; they have been long involved in a Mrs. B. Robbers! law-suit, and were compelled to correspond: the first letters were cold, the second more civil, the third touched on arrangements, and in the last they TRIO.-BLINVAL, GERMAIN, and MRS. BELsettled it, to wind up all in the old-fashioned way,

MONT. by a marriage. Blin. Excellent! When will they solemnize ? Blin. Affection induced me a'l dangers to brave,

Ger. The day's not fixed, for they have never I mounted my horse in the dead of the night. met.

Ger. This love had nigh shown him the way to his Blin. Not seen each other! Then I'm established

grave; in the house.

When you hear h's escape, you'll be seiz'd with Ger. Eh! how do you make that out?

affright. Blin. Dolt, dunderhead! I shall pass for Mur- Mrs. B. Such a hazard was wrong. ville; the Widow Belmont will receive, caress, Ger.

But his reasons wer strong. feed, lodge, and

Blin. From the forest they rush'd full a score, at Ger. Marry you?

the least Blin. No, no; but I'll obtain an interview with Ger

How he brags, how he lies ! my Rosina ; speak to her frequently, and breathe

(Aside.) my vows of love and constancy in a purer air. Blin.

Taken thus by surpriseGer. In the meantime, they'll visit the south Mrs. B. Alas! all my fears, my alarms are intower, find the bird flown, and send him back to



With my back to a tree,

Blin. Do I? True, true: but my head's so con-
At one thrust dispatch'd three; fused, I can think only of our approaching happi-
Seventen with drawn swords remain'd cir.
cling me round-

Mrs. B. But I expected, I confess, a man of middle Ger. Seventeen with drawn swords remain'd cir- age, and you appear quite young. cling him round.

Blin. True; I have ever been thought young, and Mrs. B. Alas! could no aid, could no succour be surely, cousin, that's no misfortune. found?

Mrs. B. No; but as reason and friendship form Such a risk, such a state!

the basis of our union, though tempted to regard Ger, Faith! his perils were great.

it as a defect, I am wiling to hope we shall be Blin. The blood of sit others soon redden'd my both happy. I shall now leave you to give direc. sword

tions for your comfort and accommodation. Ger,

What a bounce, what a lie! (Aside.)
Not a creature came by

Nrs. B. Alas! sure, such numbers at last over-Germain, that room will be your master's.

With ten wounds gaping wide,

(Pointing.) And six thrusts in the side, I fought till my blood in a torrent was

Blin. (Aside.) By all that's fortunate, the secret

door. pour'd. Ger. He fougt till his blood in u torrent was immediately; but recollect, a father-in-law should

Mrs. B. I'll prepare my daughter to receive you pour'd. Blin.

be grave and sedate. Adieu !
Then faintiy I sank, by such odds over-

[Erit. Mrs. B. Alas! what a state by such odds overpower'd!

VicBlin. Allons, Germain! the day's our own.

tory, my boy! I'm grown so grave and steady, Plin. Stretched on the ground for dead, the they'll not suspect I could invent this trick. cowards rifled me, but fled on the approach of tra- Ger. Steady, with a vengeance! Ah! if you're Fellers, who, coming up, gave me every assistance other than Blinval, I shall look out for the world's in their power.

end. Mrs. B. Good heavens! I fear you must have Blin. But I'm determined to reform. suffered much from the wounds you received. Ger. Which way? llave you kept your chamber long?

Blin. By marrying. Blin. Hum! I have been a good while confined; Ger. Why, faith! if anything can tame a man, I haven't I, Germain ?

believe that may. Ger. That you have; I can prove it.

Blin My stars all shine 'propitious! and every Blin. But, excepting a weakness, no inconvenience time my presence is required, I'll lock my door, follows.

glide to my prison, and whip back, no one the Mrs. B. He is younger than I conceived, well wiser. made, and elegant. (Aside.) My last letter must Ger. Put my master in the meantime appears; have convinced you I was desirous to have all off goes my livery, and I'm cooped up in your points explained.

agreeable south tower, for having touched upon Blin. Oh! we'll explain ourselves off hand. Ger- the secret spring. main, endeavour to get me some decent clothes; Blin, I shall rejoice in such good company. But I ashamed to see myself; I have the appear- see, the sun peeps forth; fogs, mists, and vapours

fly; here comes Rosina. Ger. Of a mountebank, precisely.

Ger. Then you'll dispense with me; so I'll escape

(Exit. to the more foggy regions, where savoury fumes Mrs. B. Now we're alone, we can discourse on

exhale from the stew-pans, and the jolly butler disbusiness

tributes his rich gifts from the Widow's cellar. Blin. Certainly; but at this moment, I'm so con

[Exit. fused; the blows those rascals dealt, have made me so light-headed, so absent

Enter ROSINA. Mrs. B. Only one thing: it will be right to send a scttlement to an attorney's.

Ros. (Aside.) This, then, is my step-father; and Blin. Why, yes, it certainly will be quite right I must be respectful, and so forth : so says mamma. and necessary.

Heigho! Mrs. B. You consent, then, to keep the farm ?

Blin. (Aside.) She'll be astonished when she Blin. The farm! Oh! decided Yes, yes, we'll | perceives the prisoner. keop the farm.

(Going towards her.) drs. B. But we must recollect my daughter: she tas just claims.

Ros. (Starting.) Oh, Leavens! Can I believe my Blin. The greatest possible. She is so beau- eyes ? His very features! tiful! such a soft, tender air! so interesting, so Blin. What startles you, my little cousin? have I charining!

already the misfortune to displease? Mrs. B. Really! How can you tell all this? Have Ros. No, sir; no, certainly not that; but I was you seen her?

struck with the resemblance to a friend; yes, sir, Blin. Seen her! Yes, I-Oh! no; but I speak an absent friend, too little known, and alas! too from report wbich is loud in her praise ; so, oblige unfortunate. Pardon me, sir, but my tongue falters, me, and drop the suit.

my heart throbs, and my face burns. I must beg MIS. B. Why, you forget-you drop tho suit to retire.



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