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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.
honour chooses it.
By dawn to the downs we repair,
Hark! the volley resounds to the skies!
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
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.
Her mouth, which a smile,
Half opens to view,
More fragrant her breath
The hawthorn in bloom,
Or the blossoms of May.
Enter CAPTAIN BELVILLE, in a Riding-dress.
[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
1) He gives his bread away willingly enough; but he
2) The captain is a sportsman, and does not forget the 1st
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.
And chang'd them as oft, d'ye see!
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.
And call'd me the fairest she:
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?
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
His cheeks are as fresh as the
Will. I've kiss'd and I've prattled, etc.
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
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.
Whilst with village maids I stray,
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.
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.
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.
SCENE I.-The same.
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.
Enter DORCAS, ROSINA, and PHOEBE.
Dor. We can't deny your honour.
nter CAPTAIN BELVILLE, followed by the
tel. By this fountain's flow'ry side,
Drest in nature's blooming pride,
Taste our pleasures ye who may,
Life's fantastic forms despise.
ho. Taste our pleasures ye who may,
apt. B. Blushing Bell, with downcast eyes,
ho. Taste our pleasures ye
ho. Busy censors, hence, away;
Now we'll quaffthe nut-brown ale,
or. All is jest, and all is glee,
All is youthful jollity.
10. Taste our pleasures ye who may, This is Nature's holiday.
Lads and lasses, all advance,
o. Trip it lightly while you may,
Enter DORCAS and ROSINA from the Cottage.
Ros. This basket is too heavy for you: pray let me carry it.
[Takes the Basket from Dorcas, and
[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!
Dor. Come, and see; 'tis a purse indeed.
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.
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.
Sweet transports, gentle wishes go!
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.
If chance some fairing caught her eye,
With scorn she hears me now complain,
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.
Henry cull'd the flow'ret's bloom,
Had playful kiss'd, but prudence near
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.
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.
Will. Well, then she'll be better temper'd
See high-born dames, in rooms of stake
Amid the shades the virgin's sighs
Add fragrance to the gale:
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.
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,
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.
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,
Be you my protector, my guardian, îny guide.
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.
[She flies, and endeavours to hide her-
[Half raising himself.
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.
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
Bel. And her father?
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.
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