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1 Irish. Bless your sweet face, my jewel,| Bel. There are twenty coveys within sight and all those who take your part. Bad luck of my house, and the dogs are in fine order. to myself, if I would not, with all the veins Capt. B. The gamekeeper is this moment of my heart, split the dew before your feet leading them round. I am fir'd at the sight. in a morning. [To Belville.

Rust. If I do speak a little cross, it's for your honour's good.

[The Reapers cut the Corn, and make it into Sheaves. Rosina follows, and gleans. Rust. [Seeing Rosina] What a dickens does this girl do here? Keep back; wait till the reapers are off the field; do like the other gleaners.

Ros. [Timidly] If I have done wrong, sir, I will put what I have glean'd down again.

[She lets falls the Ears she had gleaned. Bel. How can you be so unfeeling, Rustic? She is lovely, virtuous, and in want. Let fall some ears, that she may glean the more.

Rust. Your honour is too good by half.
Bel. No more: gather up the corn she has
let fall. Do as I command you.
Rust. There, take the whole field, since his

honour chooses it.

AIR.

By dawn to the downs we repair,
With bosoms right jocund and gay,
And gain more than pheasant or hare-
Gain health by the sports of the day.
Mark! mark! to the right hand, prepare—
See Diana!-she points!-see, they rise-
See, they float on the bosom of air!
Fire away! whilst loud echo replies

Fire away!

Hark! the volley resounds to the skies!
Whilst echo in thunder replies!
In thunder replies,

And resounds to the skies,

Fire away! Fire away! Fire away! But where is my little rustic charmer? O! there she is: I am transported. [Aside] Pray, brother, is not that the little girl whose dawn[Putting the Corn into her Apron. ing beauty we admired so much last year? Ros. I will not abuse his goodness. Bel. It is, and more lovely than ever. [Retires, gleaning. shall dine in the field with my reapers to-day, 2 Irish. Upon my soul now, his honour's brother: will you share our rural repast, or no churl of the wheat, whate'er he may be have a dinner prepar'd at the manor-house? of the barley 1). Capt. B. By no means: pray let me be of

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Bel. [Looking after Rosina] What be-your party: your plan is an admirable one, witching softness! There is a blushing, bash- especially if your girls are handsome. I'll ful gentleness, an almost infantine innocence walk round the field, and meet you at dinner in that lovely countenance, which it is im-time. possible to behold without emotion! She turns this way: What bloom on that check! 'Tis the blushing down of the peach.

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Her mouth, which a smile,
Devoid of all guile,

Half opens to view,
Is the bud of the rose,
In the morning that blows,
Impearl'd with the dew.

More fragrant her breath
Than the flow'r-scented heath
At the dawning of day;

The hawthorn in bloom,
The lily's perfume,

Or the blossoms of May.

Enter CAPTAIN BELVILLE, in a Riding-dress.
Capt. B. Good morrow, brother; you are
early abroad.

[Exeunt Belville and Rustic. Captain Belville goes up to Rosina, gleans a few Ears, and presents them to her; she refuses them, and runs out; he follows her.

Enter WILLIAM, speaking at the side Scene, Will. Lead the dogs back, James; the captain won't shoot to day. [Seeing Rustic and Phoebe behind] Indeed, so close! I don't half like it.

Enter RUSTIC and PHOEBE. Rust. That's a good girl! Do as I bid you, and you shan't want encouragement. [He goes up to the Reapers, and William comes forward.

Will. O no, I dare say she won't. So, Mrs. Phobe!

Pha. And so, Mr. William, if you go to that!

Bel. My dear Charles, I am happy to see Will. A new sweetheart, I'll be sworn; you. True, I find, to the first of September2). and a pretty comely lad he is: but he's rich, Capt. B. I meant to have been here last and that's enough to win a woman. night, but one of my wheels broke, and I was Pho. I don't desarve this of you, William: obliged to sleep at a village six miles distant, but I'm rightly sarved, for being such an easy where I left my chaise, and took a boat down fool. You think, mayhap, I'm at my last the river at day-break. But your corn is not off the ground.

Bel. You know our harvest is late in the north; but you will find all the lands clear'd on the other side the mountain.

Capt. B. And pray, brother, how are the
partridges this season?

1) He gives his bread away willingly enough; but he
seems to keep his drink all to himself-Leer being
made from malt and hops.

2) The captain is a sportsman, and does not forget the 1st
of September, the beginning of the shooting-season

prayers; but you may find yourself mistaken. Will. You do right to cry out first; you think belike that I did not see you take that posy from Harry.

Pho. And you, belike, that I did not catch you tying up one, of cornflowers and wild roses, for the miller's maid; but I'll be fool'd no longer; I have done with you, Mr. William.

Will. I shan't break my heart, Mrs. Phoebe. The miller's maid loves the ground I walk on.

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And chang'd them as oft, d'ye see!
But of all the fair maidens that dance on

the green,

The maid of the mill for me.

[ACT L. Dor. Tis very kind.-And old ageRos. He'll tell you that himself. [Goes into the Cottage. Dor. I thought so.-Sure, sure, 'tis no sin

to be old.

Capt. B. You must not judge of me by others, honest Dorcas. I am sorry for your

Pha. There's fifty young men have told me misfortunes, and wish to serve you.

fine tales,

And call'd me the fairest she:
But of all the gay wrestlers that sport

on the green,

Young Harry's the lad for me. Will. Her eyes are as black as the sloe in the hedge,

Dor. And to what, your honour, may] owe this kindness?

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Capt. B. You have a charming daughterDor. I thought as much. A vile, wicked man! [Aside Capt. B. Beauty like hers might find thousand resources in London; the moment she appears there, she will turn every head. new-won't turn at the same time? Dor. And is your honour sure her own

Her face like the blossoms in May, Her teeth are as white as the shorn flock,

Her breath like the new-made hay. Phœ. He's tall and he's straight as the

poplar tree,

His cheeks are as fresh as the
rose;
He looks like a squire of high degree
When drest in his Sunday clothes.

Will. I've kiss'd and I've prattled, etc.
Pho. There's fifty young men, etc.
[Exeunt on different Sides of the Stage.

Capt. B. She shall live in affluence, and take care of you too, Dorcas.

Dor. I guess your honour's meaning; but you are mistaken, sir. If I must be a trouble to her labour than her shame. to the dear child, I had rather owe my bread

[Goes into the Cottage, and shuts the Door Capt. B. These women astonish me; but I won't give it up so.

Enter RUSTIC, crossing the Stage.

ROSINA runs across the Stage; CAPTAIN A word with
BELVILLE following her.

Capt. B. Stay and hear me, Rosina. Why I will you fatigue yourself thus? Only homely girls are born to work. Your obstinacy is vain; you shall hear me.

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Whilst with village maids I stray,
Sweetly wears the joyous day;
Cheerful glows my artless breast,
Mild content the constant guest.
Capt. B. Mere prejudice, child; you will
know better. I pity you, and will make your

fortune.

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nour by this! He takes mightily to Rosins Rust. How much you will please his h and prefers her to all the young women a the parish.

Capt. B. Prefers her! Ah! you sly rogue! [Laying his Hand on Rustic's Shoulder Rust. Your honour's a wag; but I'm sure I meant no harm.

she shall never want a friend; but not a word Capt. B. Give her the money, and tell her to my brother.

Ros. Let me call my mother, sir: I am young, and can support myself by my labour; but Belville] I don't vastly like this business. A Rust. All's safe, your honour. [Exit Capt she is old and helpless, and your charity will the captain's age, this violent charity is a little her am his

the bounty you intended for me. Capt. B. Why-as to that

Ros. I understand you, sir; your compassion does not extend to old women. Capt. B. Really—I believe not.

Enter DORCAS.

and

it's my duty to hide nothing from him. f go seek his honour; O, here he comes. Enter BELVille.

Bel. Well, Rustic, have you any intell gence to communicate?

Rust. A vast deal, sir. Your brother be gins to make good use of his money; he has

Ros. You are just come in time, mother. given me these five guineas for myself, and I have met with a generous gentleman, whose this purse for Rosina.

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Bel. For Rosina! 'Tis plain he loves her. [Aside] Obey him exactly; but as distress renders the mind haughty, and Rosina's situation requires the utmost delicacy, contrive to execute your commission in such a manner that she may not even suspect from whence the money comes.

Rust. I understand your honour.

ACT II.

SCENE I.-The same.

Enter RUSTIC.

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Rust. This purse is the plague of my life; I hate money when it is not my own. e'en put in the five guineas he gave me for Bel. Have you gain'd any intelligence in myself: I don't want it, and they do. They certainly must find it there. But I hear the [Retires a little.

espect to Rosina?

Rust. I endeavour'd to get all I could from cottage-door open.
he old woman's grand daughter; but all she
new was, that she was no kin to Dorcas,
nd that she had had a good bringing-up; but
ere are the labourers.

Enter DORCAS, ROSINA, and PHOEBE.
Bel. But I don't see Rosina. Dorcas, you
Just come too, and Phoebe.

Dor. We can't deny your honour.
Ros. I am asham'd; but you command, sir.

nter CAPTAIN BELVILLE, followed by the
Reapers.

FINALE.

tel. By this fountain's flow'ry side,

Drest in nature's blooming pride,
Where the poplar trembles high,
And the bees in clusters fly;
Whilst the herdsman on the hill
Listens to the falling rill,
Pride and cruel scorn away,
Let us share the festive day.

Taste our pleasures ye who may,
os.This is Nature's holiday.
el. Simple Nature ye who prize,

Life's fantastic forms despise.

ho. Taste our pleasures ye who may,
This is Nature's holiday.

apt. B. Blushing Bell, with downcast eyes,
Sighs and knows not why she sighs;
Tom is near her-we shall know-
How he eyes her-Is't not so?

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ho. Taste our pleasures ye
This is Nature's holiday.
Fill. He is fond, and she is shy;
He would kiss her!-fie!-oh, fie!
Mind thy sickle, let her be;
By and by she'll follow thee.

ho. Busy censors, hence, away;
This is Nature's holiday.

ust.

Now we'll quaffthe nut-brown ale,
Then we'll tell the sportive tale;

or. All is jest, and all is glee,

All is youthful jollity.

10. Taste our pleasures ye who may, This is Nature's holiday.

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Irish.

Lads and lasses, all advance,
Carol blithe, and form the dance;
Trip it lightly while you may,
This is Nature's holiday.

o. Trip it lightly while you may,
This is Nature's holiday.

Enter DORCAS and ROSINA from the Cottage.
DORCAS with a great Basket on her Arm,
filled with Skeins of Thread.
Dor. I am just going, Rosina, to carry
this thread to the weaver's.

Ros. This basket is too heavy for you: pray let me carry it.

[Takes the Basket from Dorcas, and
sels it down on the Bench.
Dor. No, no.

[Peevishly. Ros. If you love me, only take half; this evening, or to-morrow morning, I will carry the rest.-[Takes Part of the Skeins out of the Basket and lays them on the Bench, looking affectionately on Dorcas] There, be angry with me if you please.

Dor. No, my sweet lamb, I am not angry; but beware of men.

Ros. Have you any doubts of my conduct, Dorcas?

Dor. Indeed I have not, love; and yet I am uneasy.

Enter CAPTAIN Belville, unperceived. Go back to the reapers, whilst I carry this thread.

Ros. I'll go this moment.

Dor. But as I walk but slow, and 'tis a good way, you may chance to be at home before me; so take the key.

Ros. I will.

Capt. B. [Aside, while Dorcas feels in her Pockets for the Key] Rosina to be at home before Dorcas! How lucky! I'll slip into the house, and wait her coming, if 'tis till midnight.

[He goes unperceived by them into the Cottage. Dor. Let nobody go into the house.

Ros. I'll take care; but first I'll double-lock the door.

[While she is locking the Door, Dorcas, going to take up the Basket, sees the Purse. Dor. Good lack! What is here! a purse, as I live!

Ros. How!

Dor. Come, and see; 'tis a purse indeed.
Ros. Heav'ns! 'tis full of gold.

Dor. We must put up a bill at the churchgate, and restore it to the owner. The best is to carry the money to his honour, and get him to keep it till the owner is found. You shall go with it, love.

way

Ros. Pray excuse me, I always blush so. Dor. 'Tis nothing but childishness: but his honour will like your bashfulness better than too much courage. [Exit.

All rise; the Dancers come down the Stage Ros. I cannot support his presence-my through the Sheaves of Corn, which are embarrassment-my confusion-a stronger senremoved; the Dance begins, and finishes sation than that of gratitude agitates my heart. -Yet hope in my situation were madness.

the Act.

AIR.

Sweet transports, gentle wishes go!
In vain his charms have gain'd my heart;
Since fortune, still to love a foe,
And cruel duty, bid us part.
Ah! why does duty chain the mind,
And part those souls which love has join'd? |
Enter WILLIAM.

Pray, William, do you know of any body that has lost a purse?

Will. I knows nothing about it.

Ros. Dorcas, however, has found one.
Will. So much the better for she.

If chance some fairing caught her eye,
The riband gay or silken glove,
With eager haste I ran to buy;
For what is gold compar'd to love?
My posy on her bosom plac'd,
Could Harry's sweeter scents exhale!
Her auburn locks my riband grac'd,
And flutter'd in the wanton gale.

With scorn she hears me now complain,
Nor can my rustic presents move:
Her heart prefers a richer swain,
And gold, alas! has banish'd love.
Will. [Coming back] Let's part friendly

Ros. You will oblige me very much if you howsomever. Bye1), Phoebe: I shall always will carry it to Mr. Belville, and beg him to keep it till the owner is found.

Will. Since you desire it, I'll go it shan't be the lighter for my carrying. Ros. That I am sure of, William.

Enter PHOEBE.

[Exit.

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Henry cull'd the flow'ret's bloom,
Marian lov'd the soft perfume,

Had playful kiss'd, but prudence near
Whisper'd timely in her ear,
Simple Marian, ah! beware;

Touch them not, for love is there. Throws away her Nosegay. While she is singing, William turns, looks at her, whistles, and plays with his Stick. Will. That's Harry's posy; the slut likes me still.

Pho. That's a copy of his countenance, I'm sartin; he can no more help following me nor he can be hang'd.

[Aside. William crosses again, singing. Of all the fair maidens that dance on the green, The maid of the mill for me.

Pha. I'm ready to choke wi' madness; but I'll not speak first, an I die for't.

[William sings, throwing up his Stick and catching it. Will. Her eyes are as black as the sloe in the hedge,

wish you well.

Pho. Bye, William.

[Cries, wiping her Eyes with her Apron Will. My heart begins to melt a little [Aside] I lov'd you very well once, Phoe but you are grown so cross, and have som vagaries

Pha. I'm sure I never had no vagari with you, William. But go; mayhap ha may be angry.

Will. And who cares for she? I neve minded her anger, nor her coaxing neither till you were cross to me.

Pha. [Holding up her Hands] O the ther! I cross to you, William?

Will. Did not you tell me, this very mort ing, as how you had done wi' me?

Pho. One word's as good as a thousand Do you love me, William?

Will. Do I love thee? Do I love danc on the green better than thrashing in barn? Do I love a wake; or a harvest-home" Pho. Then I'll never speak to Harry aga the longest day I have to live. Will. I'll turn my back o'the miller's ma the first time I meet her.

Pho. Will you indeed, and indeed? Will. Marry will 1; and more nor th I'll go speak to the parson this moment-in happier-zooks, I'm happier nor a lord or a squire of five hundred a year.

DUETT.-PHOEBE and WILLIAM. Pho. In gaudy courts, with aching hearts. The great at fortune rail: The hills may higher honours claim, But peace is in the vale.

Will.

Her face like the blossoms in May. Pho. I can't bear it no longer-you vile, ungrateful, parfidious-But it's no matterI can't think what I could see in you-Harry loves me, and is a thousand times more handsomer. [Sings, sobbing at every Word. Of all the gay wrestlers that spost on the Young Harry's the lad for me. Will. He's yonder a reaping: shall I call him? [Offers to go. Both. Pho. My grandmother leads me the life of a dog; and it's all along of you.

green,

Will. Well, then she'll be better temper'd

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See high-born dames, in rooms of stake
With midnight revels pale;
No youth admires their fading charm
For beauty's in the vale,

Amid the shades the virgin's sighs

Add fragrance to the gale:
So they that will may take the hill,
Since love is in the vale.
[Exeunt, Arm in Ar
Enter BELVILLE.

Bel. I tremble at the impression this los girl has made on my heart. My cheerida has left me, and I am grown insensible eve to the delicious pleasure of makinsg those hap who depend on my protection.

AIR.

Ere bright Rosina met my eyes, How peaceful pass'd the joyous day! 1) Good bye,-shortened from good be with y

In rural sports I gain'd the prize,
Each virgin listen'd to my lay.
But now no more I touch the lyre,
No more the rustic sport can please;
I live the slave of fond desire,
Lost to myself, to mirth, and ease.
The tree that in a happier hour,
It's boughs extended o'er the plain,
VVhen blasted by the lightning's power,

Nor charms the eye, nor shades the swain. I Since the sun rose, I have been in continual exercise; I feel exhausted, and will try to rest a quarter of an hour on this bank.

[Lies down on a Bank by the Fountain. Gleaners pass the Stage, with sheaves of Corn on their Heads; last ROSINA, who comes forward singing.

AIR. ROSINA.

Bel. To what motive do I owe this tender attention?

Ros. Ah, sir! do not the whole village love you?

Bel. You tremble; why are you alarm'd?

DUETT. BELVILLE and ROSINA. Bel. [Taking her Hand] For you, my sweet maid, nay, be not afraid,

[Ros. withdraws her Hand. feel an affection which yet wants a name. Ros. When first-but in vain-I seek to explain,

What heart but must love you? I blush, fear, and shame

Bel. Why thus timid, Rosina? still safe by my side,

Let me be your guardian, protector, and guide,
Ros. My timid heart pants-still safe by
your side,

Be you my protector, my guardian, îny guide.
Bel. Why thus timid. etc.

Ros. My timid heart pants, etc.

Light as thistle-down moving, which floats on the air, Sweet gratitude's debt to this cottage I bear: Of autumn's rich store I bring home my part, The weight on my head, but gay joy in my Bel. Unveil your mind to me, Rosina. The heart. graces of your form, the native dignity of What do I see? Mr. Belville asleep? I'll your mind which breaks through the lovely steal softly--at this moment I may gaze on simplicity of your deportment, a thousand him without blushing. [Lays down the Corn, circumstances concur to convince me you and walks softly up to him] The sun points were not born a villager.

full on this spot; let me fasten these branches Ros. To you, sir, I can have no reserve. together with this riband, and shade him from A pride, I hope an honest one, made me its beams-yes-that will do-But if he should wish to sigh in secret over my misfortunes. wake-[Takes the Riband from her Bosom, and ties the Branches together] How my heart beats! One look more- Ah! I have

D' wak'd him.

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[She flies, and endeavours to hide her-
self against the Door of the Cottage,
turning her Head every instant.
Bel. What noise was that?

[Half raising himself.
Ros. He is angry-How unhappy I am!-
How I tremble!
[Aside.

Bel. This riband I have seen before, and on the lovely Rosina's bosom

Bel. [Eagerly] They are at an end.

Ros. Dorcas approaches, sir! she can best relate my melancholy story.

Enter DORCAS.

Dor. His honour here? Good lack! How sorry I am I happen'd to be from home. Troth, I'm sadly tir'd.

Bel. Will you let me speak with you a moment alone, Dorcas?

Dor. Rosina, take this basket.

[Exit Rosina, with the Basket. Bel. Rosina has referr'd me to you, Dor[He rises, and goes toward the Cottage. cas, for an account of her birth, which I have Ros. I will hide myself in the house. [Ro-long suspected to be above her present situasina, opening the Door, sees Capt. Belville, tion.

and starts back] Heavens! a man in the house! Dor. To be sure, your honour, since the
Capt. B. Now, love assist me!
dear child gives me leave to speak, she's of as
[Comes out and seizes Rosina; she breaks good a family as any in England. Her mo-
from him, and runs affrighted across ther, sweet lady, was my bountiful old master's
the Stage; Belville follows; Captain daughter, squire Welford, of Lincolnshire. His
Belville, who comes out to pursue her, estate was seiz'd for a mortgage of not half
sees his Brother, and steals off at the its value, just after young madam was
other Scene; Belville leads Rosina back. ried, and she ne'er got a penny of her por-
Bel. Why do you fly thus, Rosina? What tion.
can you fear? You are out of breath.

Bel. And her father?

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Ros. O, sir!-my strength fails-[Leans Dor. Was a brave gentleman too, a coloon Belville, who supports her in his Arms] nel. His honour went to the Eastern Indies, Where is he?-A gentleman pursued me- to better his fortune, and madam would go [Looking round. with him. The ship was lost, and they, with Bel. Don't be alarm'd, 'twas my brother-all the little means they had, went to the he could not mean to offend you. bottom. Young madam Rosina was their onRos. Your brother! Why then does he ly child; they left her at school; but when not imitate your virtues? Why was he here? this sad news came, the mistress did not care Bel. Forget this: you are safe. But tell me, for keeping her, so the dear child has shar'd Rosina, for the question is to me of import- my poor morsel. ance, have I not seen you wear this riband? Ros. Forgive me, sir; I did not mean to disturb you. I only meant to shade you from the too great heat of the sun.

of

Bel. But her father's name?

Dor. Martin; colonel Martin.

Bel. I am too happy; he was the friend my father's heart: a thousand times have

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