THE COUNT OF NARBONNE Was the last dramatic production of Mr. Jephson, and is pronounced by able critics to be his best. Its first appearance was at Covent Garden Theatre in 1780; when its success was much heightened by the fine acting of Henderson, and the introduction of the present Mrs. S. Kemble, then Miss Satchell, whose youth, beauty, and talent, gave an irresistible interest to the character of Adelaide. It will easily be discovered that this play is a close imitation of Lord Orford's celebrated ronance, the CASTLE OF OTRANTO. PROLOGUE. Of all who strive to please the public ear, [To the Boxes. And scenes of direr woe for breasts more hard; By interesting your passions, we must try [To the Pit. [To the middle Gallery. To bribe the heart while we defraud the eye; And though no trumpets sound, nor drums will rattle, Our poet's zeal may for some faults atone. Who, with sly rules upon your judgment stealing, Permit me, ere I go, one short relation, Who sought to hurt the artist from pure spite: DRAMATIS PERSONE. As originally acted. Covent Garden, 1807 Count of Narbonne Mr. Wroughton. Mr. Kemble. Mr. Henderson. Mr. Pope. Austin SCENE NARBONNE Castle, and the Monastery of St. Nicholas, adjoining to the Castle. Enter the COUNT of NARBONNE, speaking to un Count. Nor to be found! Is this your faithful ser vice? How could she pass unseen? By hell, 'tis false! Thou hast betray'd me. Offi. Noble sir, my duty Count. Your fraud, your negligence-away, reply not. Find her within this hour; else, by my life, The gates of Narbonne shall be clos'd against thee. Fabian, stay! Misfortunes fall so thick upon my head, [Exit Officer. They will not give me time to think-to breathe. Fab. Heav'n knows, I wish your peace; but am to learn What grief more fresh than my young lord's decease, A sorrow but of three days past, can move you. |