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In far and seeble starlight!

must fly the country. Our pride bas had a fall

. Here we part;

Ven. Aye: now boast-now triumph. A One kiss, fair traitress! [He kisses her] Death- fall!-and so hard a one, that may I be in

like cold and sweet. the Gazette ?), if I ever try a fall again. Here, And now the world's before me.

Victoria; Leonora, help to bear up your mother's

This be all, griefs. Hers is a heavy case, a very weight, Early or late, Lorenzo's epitaph:

concern, indeed. She see through a rogue Thai he had 'deem'd it nobler, to go forth, She might as well see to the end of a suit in Sleering his sad and solitary prow

Chancery. Pride--ruin-madoess! [E.xeunt Across the ocean of adventurous deeds, Than creep the lazy track of ancestry.

SCENE III. – An Apartment in Ventoso's They be the last of theirs, I first of mine.

House, VICTORIA and LEONORA come in. Vic. Lorenzo, hear me.

Vic. At home again! Stay with me, LeeTORRENTO and LEONORA re-appear.

nora-My brain is wild. I can scarcely thick

that we have escaped from that hideous prison Coun. Will she kneel to him? Can she Did not Lorenzo upbraid me, cast me offendure this insult? Prince, take your bride. I will take the veil.

[Po Torrento. Leon. Take the veil! take nothing bet Tor. Who dares insult her? That rioter courage. Your beauty might kill a whole reacome again! Sir, the man who offends this ment of officers, instead of pining for ont. lady must not live. [Lorenzo turns. I would not give a sigh to save the while

Lor. I had forgot!-Vagabond -Ho-Jai-army-list-Yet, I feel some strange, delight! lor! Fling this impostor into the dungeon bope, that all will yet be well — Your Prins from which I took him.

you see, was one of my adorers-In comita [Ventoso and the Females in surprise. io marry you, he thought he was come to Tor. Draw, and defend yourself! [The marry me - Monstrous impudence in eit er Jailor, Lazaro, and Assistants, rush in case.—1 shall have bir yet for all that, if I behind Torrento, and pinion him. The woman. Hussars return] Stiletto! 'Tis the jail

Enter PISANIO. pletely tricked, trapped, trepanned. What's Pisan. Ladies, your immediate attendane i all this for? [To the Jailor]–Handcuffs- at the palace is commanded by order of the 'tis against prison rules — I have not broke Viceroy, the Prince de Pindemonté. bounds - I'll give bail to any amount-a thou- Vic. The Impostor!- Viceroy! impossible!! sand sequins — ten - twenty thousand. The Leon. Torrento, Viceroy! incredible! Count will go security. [Aside] Count, I say- out of prison-got into the palace --He is the

[Calling. great sublime of impudence. I adore la Ven. I am deaf. Security! Swindler! How for his ingenuity.--Can the news be true? shall we escape?

Pisan. Nothing more certain; the nobi. Leon. Undone-undone. Save him, dear are going in crowds to the palace—the Court father, save him.

and Countess have been summoned, and a Jail. Restive! Ho! on with the handcuffs, already gone. The guards are on paradı – Lazaro. The bosom friends!

and one of the officers is now waiting beos, Lor. Off with that culprit to his dungeon. to have the honour of cscorting you, whes

Tor. Count and Countess, this is a con- the carriage returns. spiracy. I will have justice !- vengeance ! Leon. [Runs to the Mirror] - Heaveck scoundrels! high treason!-injur'd prince! what a bead! the damp of that odious prisni Pindemonté!

[He is carried off. has made me the very emblem of a weeping Ven. Let us escape. Security indeed! Here willow. — Come, sister, dear Victoria, is security with a vengeance-locks and bars- VVill you wear plumes or roses? But sun?', to find myself in a jail! Open the door! and you will conquer. You can then return,

[They knock. and take the veil, if you choose. Col. [A Bugle sounds] Oficers! the call [She attempts to arrange her Dres: to parade. Troopers! Pride! Ha, ha,


Victoria repels her.
Troopers! Birth-Pride! ha, ha!
[He urges the Major and

Cornet out, laughing.

VictoRJA. Lor. Count and Ladies, farewell. We have Spirit of Love! the heart still deceiving; met for the last time. You, Victoria, have Still, on the dim eye delicious dreams wearing: suffered for the crime of inconstancy; you, Still

, with sad pleasure the torn bosom bearia Count, for the folly of being a slave to the Go! I'm thy slave and thy victim no mor will of women; you, Countess, for the violence

LEONORA. of your temper; and all for your common Spirit of Hope! from thy light pinions sheddiz crime, Pride! Farewell for ever. [Exil. Flowers where the steps of young Passion are Vic. If sorrow - shame - penitence !-Ob,

treading, Lorenzo!-He's gone.

Sunny hues over life's sullen clouds spreadia, Leon. If I can climb the walls, or under- Here, live or die, at thy shrine I adore! mine the dungeon, or dry up the moat, or

Pisanio. bribe the guards, my true Torrento-my un- Spirit of Joy! on those bosoms descending, fortunate Torrento — shall not linger another Corne, like the day-star, the weary night ending day in prison.

[Aside. Come, like the bow with the summer store Coun. Undone-insulted-laughed al—I shall

blending, never be able to hold up my head again. Wel 1) Bankrupts are inserted in the Gazette.

Bid all the anguish of true love be o'er. you would be worthy of the throne yourself. VICTORIA.

Spy! This to a man of honour! Love!—from my bosom—the traitor disdaining!

Ven. Friend Stefano, a man of honour

may be like a debt of honour-a very roguish affair. LEONORA.

Coun. I insist on seeing his llighness! Keep If I am scorned, I shall die uncomplaining.

your distance, Sir! PISANJO.

Ste. Yes, Madam, if I would preserve my No bitter tear must those rich cheeks be staining; ears.— I never ran foul of such a fire-ship No thought of woe must those young hearts before. - [Aside] - Your Prince you shall see. be paining.

You would make the best match since the fall VICTORIA of Babel.

[He goes out. Spirit of love, elc. elc.

The Colonel, Major, and Cornet, enter SCENE IV.- And Last. A Saloon in the

at the opposite Door. Palace. Allendants in waiting. STEFANO, Maj. Ha, ba-A mighty fine discovery for with papers.

Lorenzo-one of his fathersSte. Those documents--the similitude of his Cor. Charming-Nature to the last, Major, features form evidence irresistible. Now, to exquisitely Fibernian! add conviction to conviction. Ho, Sir, has Maj. Perhaps no such mighty blunder, after the Signior Torrento been brought from the all-- make it your own case, Cornet. What, jail? Xave the Count Ventoso and his family angry? Poh, shake hands. been summoned to the palace ?

Cor. 'Pon honour, no—but by sentence of Officer. [Outside] “Room for the Count a Court-Martial. and Countess Ventoso."

Col. Well, Lorenzo deserves it all; as capiSte. Come already! I shrink instinctively tal a fellow as ever wore spur. from the volley of ihat woman's tremendous Coun. [Sees them]-The Hussars! tongue. [He walks aside. Ven. Are you sure we're not in jail again?

[To Countess. The Count and Countess enter, led by the Col. Ho! the Count and Countess. Come,

Officer. Servants range themselves in don't turn away; let us be friends. the distance.

Cor. Her Ladyship! Excuse me, Colonel Coun. Now, husband, what have you to say the Hussars never notice the Heavys ?). for your wisdom? Solomon! – The Prince's Maj. Poh, nonsense, man! Your Ladyship, seizure was clearly a conspiracy:. Here we he aspires to the honour of a salute. are, by the express command of his Highness Cor. Me! Diavolo! I'll never come in conthe Prince de Pindemonté, my son-in-law! tact with that harpy again, but in a cuirass

Ven. li's all a riddle-all moonshine to me. Muffs and meerschaums! In jail and out of jail at once! He must be a Col. Well, then, let me introduce the Maconjuror-an eater of fire and a swallower of jor — He comes from the land of gallantry; small swords. But, why was I sent for here?-- the country where they raise men for exI see it ---to squeeze money out of me-a for- portation. ced loan.

Maj. Aye, to improve the modesty of manCoun. Wise bead! the Prince has sent for kind, your Ladyship. my daughters. Depend u on it, there will be Ven. But what-what were you saying of a wedding to-nighi, and this is a very pretty Lorenzo ? apartment for the ceremony. On my virtue, Maj. He is this inoment closeted with the I'should like a suite here, with a handsome Viceroy,-one of the Cabinet, my dear, pension.

Col. A grand discovery, heir to a superb Ven. I don't doubt you, my love; a taste estate! In his infancy he had been sent from for the public money is not uncommon in Italy with a large sum in jewels to his family either sex.

banker in Cadiz-one Anselmo. Coun. But, bless me! there's your Signior

Ven. Anselmo! Stefano. I before suspected him of being a Coun. Our kinsman!

[Aside. Jew, but now I am sure of it. Nothing else Col. Yes; an old villain, who embezzled the could have such access to people of quality. :noney, and ran away with the boy to this

Ste. Count, those papers-these- [Aside. island; where he brought up Lorenzo as a

Coun. This is no time to talk of your af- peasant's son. The rogue died only some fairs Retire! I cannot give you my counte- nionths ago. nance here.

Ven. St. Anthony!-had he no son ? Ste. Retire! Countenance! Upon my honour, Col. What, am I to trace a scoundrel's Madam, your ladyship’s countenance is one whole genealogy! of the last presents that could escite my gra- Cor. But did you hear the name of the titude.

Ven. He can't bear for five minules what Col. No, not I. Some old accomplice; be I have been bearing these forty years. [Aside. will be stripped of course.

Coun. He's a spy of Lorenzo's: but, rather Maj. Oh, what's the use of his name-some than give my daughter to that buff-belt, I'd old trafficker-be will be sent to the galleys, marry her to the Khan of Tartary!

to a certainty. Ven. Now she's in for it. — [Aside] - Man, Cor. Yes; if he have any hemp or ratsmake your escape:

[To Stefano. bane in bis establishment, he may take the Ste. Intolerable! - [Aside] - Khan of Tar-benefit of his own stock in trade. tary! Madara, if the tongue made the Tartar,

1) Heavy horse-Dragoons.

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[Act Coun. Undone!

Enter ATTENDANTS, announcing the Viceror. Ven. I don't believe a word of your story! Flourish of Music. Enter Stefano, splenI'll not part with a sequin — I'll go to law didly dressed, and attended by the lusfirt, - I'll go to ruin first! Col. You the heir!

Coun. (Advances Your most gracious HighCor. Muffs and meerschaums!

ness. (She recognises him] Stefano the ViceMaj. Law-ruin-aye, they generally go roy! what have I said to bim-I could bite together, my old friend.

off my tongue!

[ Aside to Ventose. Cor. An alliance perfectly matrimonial, Count. Ven. Well resolved, Countess; do an [Voices within] "Room for his Highness the we shall both be quiet for life. Stefano tve Prince !-room!"

[ Laughter. viceroy!-We shall both be sent to the gallers Tor. [Within] Asses and idiots? out of my

(Aside. way, you pampered buffoons! Must I never Ste. Count, I have heard something about a stir without a rabble of you grinning at my love affair in your family. I have certainly heels? [He enters] The Count and Count- no right to insist upon ibe Captain's being ess! Confusion! what brought them here? your son-in-law-Lorenzo, what bare you lö

[The Hussars stand aside, laughing. say for yourself? Coun. Your lighness's commands

Lor. Nothing, my Lord, [Leading Victoria Ven. Your Highness's orders-your- but to express my delight, my happiness

, a Tor. I am overwhelined! I can submit to this day's discovery; my reverence, my love the indignity of disguise no longer.-[-Aside]

[They kneel Count and Countess - I am no prince-no

Torrento and LEONORA return. body --- nothing - but one of the thousand luckless children of chance, who fight their ob- Ven. Aye, flattery does every thing bere. scure way through the world.-[ Victoria and Ste. Well, Madam, as he cannot bare to Leonora enter. He approaches Leonora)— honour of being your son-in-law, I am afraid We must part, my love. I am unworthy of he must be content with -- Rise, Sir! stand you; and from this hour I care not on what forth the son of the Viceroy of Sicily, it sea or shore fortune may fling me!

Stefano, Prince de Pindemonté. Come to your Leon. No, Torrento! we part no more. I father's arms, my long-lost, late-found son, my have been unwise, and you unfortunate. But gallant son! here I swear to follow you with constancy as Lor. My father! my generous, noble father! strong as lise or death. We are one.

All. His son !- Viva! viva! [They go up the Stage. Vic. ly lord and love! Coun. Impudence uoparalleled! No Prince! Leon. Happy Victoria ! Ven. I appeal to the Viceroy. Impostor! St. There, Sir,, go mollify the Countess Col. The business is tolerably complete, --But, if you find her as lough a subject--as i Major. Their pridle's down upon ihe knees ?), did)-[Aside] Now, take your bride, and be cast charger — it will carry the mark happy.

[To Loren: beyond all cure. Maj. Aye, like a scar on a fine woman's

The HUSSARS approach. reputation- it will go on widening for life- Officers. We congratulate you, Prince.

"Cor. They will be in no want of our trum- Lady, we wish you all happiness. (To Victori pelers now — they will be blown every slep Sie. How I obtained ihe knowledge of a they go.

son, how I preserved my incognito as Viceret

till the search was complete — you shall bear Enter Lorenzo, unperceived but by

at the banquet,—to wbich I now invite you 2VICTORIA.

LORENZO, and all, advance. Lor. My love, a! must be forgiven and for Lor. Fair ladies, nobles, gallant cavaliers! gotten. I have the most delightful intelligence- This day shall be a bright one in the wei the happiest discovery. I have just been Wherein our lives are pictur'd-Thro' all years with lhe

This shall be holiday-The prison gates [The Countess sees him.) Shall know no envious bars; rich pageanties Coun. The Captain! another impostor- Sball paint our love-tale; children's another stolen malch He a man of family?

tongues the Hussar?

Shall lisp our names, and old men, o'er their Lor. Countess, if honour and allachment,

fires, long tried, can entitle me to this lady's hand- Flourish their cups above their hoary beads,

t'ic. My father! if duty, if love, if feelings And drink our memory! Come in, sweet lost pained to agony can move you- [Kneeling.

[To Victoria Ven. Another daughter gone! By all means, Col. There's a fine girl on her own bank's Madam. What next? Is there any thing else Cornet;- [Pointing to Leonora]- No busyou would have, Captain? We're in the jail band for the lady. again! Gang of thieves !--[To Countess - Cor. Excuse me, Colonel, we, the TwenSir, is there any thing about me that strikes tieth, are not connubial. But if the girl we? your taste? -[Going up to the Hussars]- a husband, l'il state the circumstance ou pt Or your's, Sir? – My watch and scals my rade. - Muffs and meerschaums! purse. Does any gentleman take a fancy to Tor. Your Highness! since you have the ihe Coupless ? No! that stock lies on hand. art of finding out sons, perhaps you can knd 1) A horse which has fallen hos generally a mark on its out fathers too. Pray, whose son am I? somiekace, thus losing two-thirds of its value,

body's, I suppose?

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Ste. In tracing the Captain, I accidentally before them! What army shall I raise? What :ll in with your career. ' I mistook you for cabinet shall I pension? 'What kingdom shall ach other. I found your errors more of the I purchase? What emperor shall I annihilate? ead than the heart. You have your liberty. I'll have Mexico for a plate-chest, and the Count, you must resign your title.

Mediterranean for a fish-pond. I'll have a Ten. With all my heart.

loan as long as from China to Chili. I'll bave Ste. And, with them, Anselmo's estate. a mortgage on the moon! Give me the purse, l'en. Not the money-not the money-1 let who will carry the sceptre. ave an old prejudice in favour of the money. Count and Countess, you shall keep your Coun. I'm thunderstruck.

titles, and be as happy as mirth, money, and Ste. Torrenlo, stand forth; you are Ansel- macaroni can make you. o's beir! you are the banker's son!

[To Leonora and the rest.] Maj. Then, upon my conscience, there'll be Now! 10 the banquet. Having fix'd our fates mighty great run on the bank.

With freedom, title, fortune, loving mates! Tor. [in Ecultation - A banker's son, If I have erred, 'twas youth, love, folly ;-here, agnificent! a golden shower!--Leonora, my With generous hearts around, I scorn to fearve, we'll have a wedding worthy of bankers. Where beroes judge, and beauty pleads the Vhat trinkets will you have? the Pite dia

cause, ond, or the Great Mogul? A banker, my Who talks of censure? Give me your applause. agel! 'Tis your bankers that sweep the world

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Tars lady, whose maiden name was Moore, was the daughter of a clergyman, and the wife of the Rev. Joha roke, rector of Colney, in Norfolk, of St. Augustine, in the cily of Norwich, and chaplain to the garrison of Quebec. r husband died Jan. 21, 1789; and she herself on the 26th of the same month, at Sleaford, at the house of her son, o had a preferment in that part of the country. Mrs. Brooke was a lady of first-rate abilities, and as remarkable for Heness and suavily of manners, as for her literary talents. She wrote and published some admirable novels (among ich were, Lady Julia Mandeville, Emily Montugue, Marquis of $i. Forluix, and The Kreursion); a periodical ser, called The Old Maid, and a translation of Millot's Elements of the History of England.

ROSINA, Comic Opera, by Mrs. Brooke. Acted at Covent Garden 1785. The story of this piece is founded on that of emon and Lavinia (in Thomson's Seasons), or Boaz and Ruth, in the scripture, and was performed with great lause. It has, however, the disadvantage of wanting the grace al povelly, and the pleasure of surprise; as must ays be the case with scriptural stories, or others of notoriely. The music, by Shield, is charming, and can never

of attracting attention of all the petite pieces that are exhibited on the British stage, Rosing is perhaps the least usive lo the severe moralist; as it corrects the mind, while it pleases the senses.




Reapers, Gleaners, 1st IRISHMAN.

Servants, etc. 2nd IRISHMAN.

SCENE.- A Village in the North. ENE opens and discovers a rural prospect: on the left side a little hill with trees at the top; a spring of water rushes from the side, and falls into a natural bason below: on the right side a cottage, at the door of which is a bench of stone. At a distance a chain of mountains. The manor-house in view. A field of corn fills up the scene. the first act the sky clears by degrees, the morning vapour disperses, the sun rises, and at the end of the act is above the horizon: at the beginning of the second he is past the height, and declines till the end of the day. This progressive motion should be made imperceptibly, but its effect should be visible through the two acls.



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sweetheart? But you are so proud you won!

let our young men come a near you. You Scene I. - After the Triv, the Sun is seen may live to repent being so scornful.

to rise : the Door of the Cottage is open, a Lamp burning just within ; Dorcas, seated on a Bench, is spinning; Rosina When William at eve meels me down a and PHOEBE, just wilinin the Door, are

the stile, measuring Corn ; WILLIAM comes from

How sweet is the nightingale's soug! the top of the Stage; they sing the fol- of the day I forget the labour and toil, lowing Trio.

Whilst the moon plays yon branches among When the rosy morn appearing By her beams, without blushing, I hear bia Paints with gold the verdant lawn,

complain, Bees on banks of thime disporting, And believe every word of his song: Sip the sweels, and hail the dawn. You know not bow sweet 'tis to love the

dear swain, Warbling birds, the day proclaiming, Carol sweet the lively strain ;

Whilst the moon plays yon branches among They forsake their leafy dwelling,

[During the last Sianzo William appean To secure the golden grain.

at the end of the Scene, and makes

Signs to Phabe; who, when it is finish See, content," the humble gleaner,

ed, sleals sofily to him, and they di Take the scatter'd cars that fall!

appear. Nature, all her children viewing,

Ros. How small a part of my evils is Kindly bounteous, cares for all. verty! And how little does Pbæbe know

[William retires. heart she thinks insensible! the heart w? Ros. See! my dear Dorcas, what we gleand nourishes a hopeless passion. I blest, yesterday in Mr. Belville's field!

others, Belville's gentle virtues, and knew [Coming forward, and showing the Corn that 'Iwas love. Unhappy! lost Rosina!

at the Door. Dor. Lord love thee! but take care of thyself: thou art but tender

The morn relurns, in saffron drest, Ros. Indeed it does not hurt me. Shall I

But not to sad Rosina rest. put out the lamp?

The blusbing morn awakes the strain, Dor. Do, dear; the poor must be sparing.

Awakes the tuneful choir; [Rosina going to put out the Lamp, Dor

But sad Rosina ne'er again cas looks after her and sighs; she re

Shall strike the sprightly lyre. turns hastily:

Rust. [Withoul] To work, my hearts Ros. Why do you sigh, Dorcas ?

oak, to work; here the sun is bálf an how Dor. I canno' bear it: it's nothing to Phæbe high, and not a stroke struck yet. and me, but thou wast not born to labour.

[Rising and pushing away the Wheel. Enter Rustic, singing, followed by hcupera Ros. Why should I repine? heaven, which deprived me of my parents, and my fortune, Rust. See, ye swains, yon streaks of red left me health, content, and innocence. Nor Call you from your slothful bed is it certain that riches lead to happiness. Do Late you tilld ihe fruitsul soil; you think the nightingale sings ihe sweeter

See! where harvest crowas your ts." for being in a gilded cage?

Cho. Lale you tillid the fruitful soil; Dor. Sweeter, I'll maintain it, than the See! where harvest crowns your toil poor little linnet that thou pick'dst up hali Rust, As we reap the golden core, starred under the hedge yesierday, after its Laughing Plenty fills her horn. mother bad been shot, and brought'st to life What would gilded pomp avail in thy bosom. Let me speak to his honour, Should the peasant's labour fail? he's main kind io lhe poor.

Chc. What would gilded pomp arail Ros. Not for the world, Dorcas, I wan! Should the peasant's labour fail? nothing; you have been a mother to me. Rust. Ripen'd fields your cares repas, Dor: VVould I could! Would I could! I

Sons of labour basle away; ha' worked hard and 'arn'd



Bending, see the waving grain, time; but now I am old and feeble, and am Crown the year, and cheer the suit push'd about by every body. More's the pity, Cho. Bending, see the waving grain, 1

say; it was not so in my young time; but Crown the year, and cheer the stais the world grows wickeder every day.

Rust. Hist! there's his honour. Where Ros. Your age, my good Dorcas, requires all the lazy Irishmen I hir'd yesterday rest; go into the collage, whilst Phæbe and market? I join the gleaners, wbo are assembling from every part of the village.

Enter BELVILLE, followed by two Irishman Dor. Many a time have I carried thy dear

and Servants. mother, an infant, in these arms; little did I 1 Irish. Is it us he's talking of, Paddy think a child of hers would live to share my Then the devil may thank him for his gam poor pillance. But I wo'not grieve thee. commendations. [Dorcas enters the Cottage, looking back Bel. You are too severe, Rustic; the per

affectionately at Rosina. fellows came three miles this morning; tbar Phæ. What makes you so melancholy, Ro-fore I made them stop at the manor-bouse sina? Mayhap it's because you have not a take a little refreshment.


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