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Enter Corporal.

Why did you let that fellow pass, and not shoot him for forcing you? You a soldier! I'll have you all at the halberts, or I am not Governor, by St. Patrick!

Corporal. Governor, no one passed us.

Gov. (Raising his can.) Ah! and get out with your d-d lies! Didn't I see him here, through my own eyes? And didn't I see the tail of his brown coat, as he skipped through the door? Make your self scarce, or I shall break my cane over your d-d thick head. (Advances on the Corporal, who runs off.) Well, well, you shall meet yet; I'll not be treated so by any Count in the kingdom! I'll after him this instant; ay, and he shall give me the satisfaction of a gentleman, when he has made friends with you, which shall be here, here, and before you're shot. [Exit. Blin. Governor! Governor! (Following him.) Huzza! I'm safe again. Love is like hunger, and will break through stone walls.

[Watches the Gorernor fairly out. When

the prison door closes, listens a moment, then runs to the movable stone, pulls it away, and exit through the trap-door.

SCENE III-A Grove leading to the castle. Enter GERMAIN, stealing along in silence, and alarm.

Ger. Oh, dear! oh, dear! All must out now, and the reward of my labour will be bestowed with interest. Germain, thou art a fool; and a court-martal would decide it, and I'll prove it. "Gentlemen, the prisoner was a free man; and, for fifty Louis, he abetted, assisted, connived at, and advised Lieutenant Blinval, of the death's-head hussars, then and there prisoner in the castle-(Starting, and looking round.)-to represent the Count Murville" -Oh, lord! oh, lord! Talk of the devil, and he's at your elbow. [Exit.

SCENE IV.-The outside of the Castle; an antique building, with four towers, enclosed by a wet ditch. A draw-bridge up; cannon mounted, &c. A view across the Bay of Naples, Mount Vesuvius in the distance. The scene is by moonlight, and the reflection throus upon the water. A Sentinel placed upon the ramparts.

Enter COUNT MURVILLE in the same uniform as Blinval's, the dress jacket of an hussar officer, and the cloak on the shoulder. He views the castle with attention, and then comes forward.

Mur. Here, then, I am at last: and with the pardon I have despaired of obtaining. His warm temper hurried Blinval into an act, which, though exev ble, in a young man, death to a soldier. I can, in my turn, now give life. Yes, to the generous feclings of a monarch I am indebted for success, when interest and court favour failed. Blinval, how rich the gift! First, I'll embrace my friend; see him at liberty; then fly to my cousin, and seek that settled happiness her character bids me expect.

Entr GERMAIN.

Ger (Aside, stealing forward.) Not quite so fast, or I'm ruined.-(To Murville.) Sir, you're welcome. I have obeyed all your orders; nay, sir, exceeded them, in my impatience to oblige - (aside.) myself: no lie there.

Mur. Germain, I have no doubt of your fidelity. I am expected, then?

Ger. No, sir, not yet; and if you could delay your visit for a short time, all things would be better arranged; at present, sir, the apartment, which has been occupied, is not ready; and and-in short, sir, you are not expected yet.

Mur. This appears strange. However, I have more serious business at present. Attend me here; I shall despatch you with a message in a few moments.

Ger. (Aside.) Serious business! Dear, dear! that's so lucky! If I can keep him at an inn a night, there will be time for invention.

Mur. (Pulling out his watch.) This loitering Governor! Could I impart to him my feeling and anxiety, he would be swift, indeed; but the scenes that he is accustomed to, deaden his sensibility.— (The drawbridge is lowered.) Hark! the bridge lowers; then there are some hopes.

Ger. (Aside.) Hopes! Oh! that I could but creep into a suail's house to escape. He'll have discovered all, and I shall live to see the gipsy's prophecy fulfilled-I shall be hanged!

Enter the GOVERNOR OF SORRENTO from the Castle, followed by the Lieutenant and an Officer; when they are on the bridge, the Governor directs the Officer to return to the castle; the bridge is again raised, and the Governor and the Lieutenant come for ward to Murville.

Mur. I presume, sir, the Governor ?

Gov. 'Faith, sir, you have guessed right. I am O'Rourke O'Flagherty of the kingdom, and, as you say, governor of the castle. You have despatches from Naples.

Mur. For the release of one of your state prisoners: I have the packet in my hand.

Gov. Welcome, sir, to Sorrento. I am seldom so pleased as when I wish my old acquaintances a good journey; though they are never grateful enough to wish to pay me a second visit.

Mur. I'm impatient to afford you that enjoyment. Here are my orders; inspect them. Here's the king's seal; they are correct. (Delivering despatches.)

Gov. (Reading.) "Blinval!"-Och! I am rejoiced-But we lose time. Lower the bridge!Come, sir; a man's liberty must not be trifled with.

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[Exit the Lieutenant over the bridge into the
castle, ordering the Officer from the ram-
parts to follow him.

Gov. Och! honey sweet, what joys we feel-
Mur. Transporting moment! yes, I feel-
Ger. I'm glad he's free, but still I feel-
Gov. When gratitude the bosom warms.
Mur. A generous act the bosom warms.
Ger. Some symptoms strong of fierce alarms.
Gov. Its glowing ardour you reveal.
Mur. Ah! could my tongue my joys reveal-
Ger. Ah! could my tongue my fears reveal-
Gov. Humanity, how bright thy charms!
Mur. & 'Twould soon destroy those fancied
Ger.
charms.

Enter the Officer from the castle.
Cff. Escap'd, escap'd! the pris'ner's fled!
[Exit Germain, hastily.
The southern tower we've search'd in vain.
Gov. Oh, heaven! am I alive or dead?
Mur. Some mystery-
Gov. Some trick, 'tis plain!

To arms, to arms! Post sentries round!
(An alarm, flourish of drums, &c.)
Offi. Each avenue, each opening guard!
Gov. Alive or dead, I'll have him found.

His slippery tricks I'll soon reward.
Enter Soldiers from the castle.
To arms, to arms! the pris'ner's fled!
He must be found, alive or dead!

turns, bringing in Germain. Cho. As now we search'd the castle round,

This fellow lurking near we found: His guilty looks declare that he Has help'd to set our pris'ner free. Ger. I nothing know-in truth, 'tis so!

If he got free,

What's that to me?

Ger. Oh dear, good Mr. Governor, don't cram me into that abominable black castle, and I'll confess all.

I'm innocent, so let me go.

Cho. March! The dungeon straight prepare:
He, for life, shall languish there.
Treachery was his intent;
Now he meets his punishment

Gov. Confess! Oh, oh! Then you begin to squeak, do you?

Mur. Scoundrel! And have you been accessory to his escape?

Ger. Why, lord, sir, he had escaped before I had any hand in the business. Mur. Explain.

Ger. Why, you must know, then, that there's a secret communication between his prison and the Widow Belmont's. He has been burrowing underground, and playing at bo-peep between the two buildings like a rabbit in a warren.

Gov. Has he so? 'Faith, theu, I'll have my ferrets after him, and they'll soon bring him out. Corporal, take a guard, and go to the Widow Belmont's, and recover the prisoner.-(Exit Corporal with Guards.) So, then, this singular gentleman nas been cutting himself in half, and has been a double man after all. Then it was him I saw at the Widow's, and not Count Murville.

Mur. You certainly never saw Count Murville there; for I am he, and never yet entered her doors; but his reason for personating me I am at a loss to guess.

Ger. Love was his reason, sir. Love, you know, sir, will change a man into anything; and if Miss Rosina be not as much inclined to the prisoner as the prisoner is to her, I know nothing of the tender passion.

Gov. Och! then, the little blind boy, Master Cupid, has been at work with them.

Enter MRS. BELMONT and ROSINA

Mrs. B. Governor, what is all this? The confusion in my house-your guard-the

Gov. Be aisy, Widow, be aisy! Here comes one that will clear up all.

Enter BLINVAL, guarded.

So, Mr. Proteus! 'Faith, and you're trapped! What, then, you put the governor, and all his chains, bolts, bars, and sentries, at defiance. Eh! here you have this pickle, your cousin; but, give me leave, I must make known the real Murville. (Presents him to Ms. Belmont.) And that whipstart is my recluse of the south tower. Pretty sweet innocent! see how demure he seems.

Ros. (Advancing.) Blinval! Oh! I'm so glad! Mur. My dear Blinval! give me your hand, and let me give you joy of the pardon which I have obtained for you, and just delivered to the Gover

nor.

Mur. You may spare yourself that trouble, for Germain has told us all. Cousin, my friend Blin

[All the Soldiers go off; but one party re- val has had the ingenuity to find a secret communi

cation from his prison to that apartment; and, I believe your fair daughter made him explore it. The state is benefited by the discovery; but he deserves to be made prisoner for life. Will you consent ? Rosina has forged them, and he is, I dare be sworn, ready to hug his chains.

Mrs. B. I have had proofs of my daughter's attachment, and if she'll venture on such a prisonbreaker-She's her own mistress. (Blinval goes up to Rosina, who retires bashfully to Mrs. Belmont.) Nay, my child, you have my consent. Lock up his heart; and, like the Governor, temper your sway with gentleness.

Blin. My pardon! Huzza! My dear friend! I will, then, confess that

FINALE.

Gov. Here has been a fine to do

One has all this while been two:
Blin. From Sorrento's prison free,

When the parson's work is done,
Prisoner here for life, r'li be!
Let not foes our bliss annoy,

Two will certainly be one.
Smile, good friends, and wish us joy.

Chorus. When the parson's work is done,
Chorus. Let not foes our bliss annoy, &c.

Troo will certainly be one. Ros. Cupid's captives, void of pain,

From Sorrento's prison

free,
Willing wear the marraige chain;

Pris'ner here for life he'll be:
Hymen's futters pleasing prsoe,

Let not foes our bliss annoy,
When the links are forg'd by love.

Smile, good friends, and wish usjoy.
Chorus. Lit nol foes, &c.

[Ereunt.

A TRAGEDY, IN FIVE ACTS.--BY T. SOUTHERN.

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Biron-"OA! COME AGAIN, THY BIRON SUMMONS THEE TO LIFE AND LOVE."-Act iv, scene 2.

Persons Represented.

COUNT BALDWIN.
BIRON,
BIRON's Son.
CARLOS

VILLEROY.
SAMPSON.
MAURICE,
EGMONT

BELFORD.
SANCHO
JUAN.
BRAVOES.

OFFICERS.
ISABELLA.
LADIES.
NURSE.

me.

ACT I.

know, but one stage short of the possession of your

mistress, SCENE I.-A Street.

Vil. But my hopes, I fear, are more of my Enter VILLEROY and CARLOS.

own making than hers; and proceed rather from

my wishes, than any encouragement she has given Car. This constancy of yours will establish an immortal reputation among the women.

Car. That I can tell: the sex is very various; Vil. If it would establish me with Isabella

there are no certain measures to be prescribed or Car. Follow her, follow her: Troy town was won followed, in making our approaches to the women. at last.

All that we have to do, I think, is to attempt therr Vil. I have followed her these seven years, and in the weakest part. Press them but hard, and the now but live in hopes.

will all fall under the necessity of a surrender a Car. But live in hopes! Why, hope is the ready last. That favour comes at once; and, sometimes, road, the lover's baiting-place; and, for ought you when we least expect it.

No. 11 - THE BRITISH DRAMA,

with you.

Vd. I shall be glad to find it so. I'm going to y I have since lived in contemplation, visit her.

And long experience of your growing goodness : Car. What interest a brother-in-law can have What then was passion, is my judgment now, with her, depend upon.

Through all the several changes of your life, Vil. I know your interest, and I thank you. Confirm'd and settled in adoring you. Car. You are prevented; see, the mourner Isa. Nay, then, I must begone. If you are my comes:

friend, She weeps, as seven years were seven hours ; If you regard my little interest, So fresh, unfading is the memory

No more of this. Of my poor brother's, Biron's, death;

I'm going to my father; he needs not an exI leave you to your opportunity.

cuse

(Erit Vii. To use me ill: pray leave me to the trial. Though I have taken care to root her from my Vil. I'm only born to be what you would have house,

me, I would transplant her into Villeroy's.

The creature of your power, and must obey, There is an evil fate that waits upon her,

In every thing obey you. I am going; To which I wish him wedded-only him:

But all good fortune go along with you. His upstart family, with haughty brow,

Isa. I shall need all your wishes. (Knocks.) (Though Villeroy and myself are seeming friends) (Lock'd! and fast! Looks down upon our house; his sister, too, Where is the charity that used to stand Whose hand I ask'd, and was with scorn re. In our forefathers' hospitable days fusid,

At great men's doors,
Lives in my breast, and fires me to revenge. Like the good angel of the family,
They bend this way.

With open arms taking the needy in,
Perhaps, at last, she seeks my father's doors! To feed and clothe, to comfort and relieve them?
They shall be shut, and he prepared to give

Now even their gates are shut against their poor. The beggar and her brat a cold reception.

(She knocks again.) That boy's an adder in my path: they come;

Enler SAMPSON. I'll stand apart, and watch their motions.

(Exit Samp. Well, what's to do now, I trow? You Enter VILLEROY and ISABELLA, with her

knock as loud as if you were invited: and that's

more than I heard of; but I can tell you, you may Child.

look twice about for a welcome in a great man's Isa. Why do you follow me? you know I am family, before you find it, unless you bring it along A bankrupt every way; too far engaged Ever to make return: I own you have been

Isa. I hope I bring my welcome along with me: More than a brother to me, my friend :

Is your lord at home?
And, at a time when friends are found no more, Samp. My lord at home?
A friend to my misfortunes.

Isa. Count Baldwin lives here still ?
Vil. I must be

Samp. Ay, ay; Count Baldwin does live here; Always your friend.

and I am his porter; but what's that to the purpose, Isa. I have known, and found you

good woman, of my lord's being at home ? Truly my friend: and would I could be yours; Isa. Why, don't you know me, friend? But the unfortunate cannot be friends:

Samp. Not I, not I, mistress; I may have seen Pray, begone,

you before, or so! but men of employment must Take warning, and be happy.

forget their acquaintance; especially such as we Vil. Happiness!

are never to be tho better for. (Going to shut the There's none for me without you.

door.) What serve the goods of fortune for? To raise

Enter Nurse. My Lopes, that you, at last, will share them with me.

Nurse. Handsomer words would become you, a. I must not hear you.

and mend your manners, Sampson : do you know l'il. Thus, at this awful.distance, I have served who you prate to? A seven years' bondage. Do I call it bondage, Isa. I am glad you know me, nurse. When I can never wish to be redeem'd?

Nurse. Marry, heaven forbid! madam, that I No, let me rather linger out a life

should ever forget you, or my little jewel: pray Of expectation, that you may be mine,

go in. (Isabella goes in with her child.)

Now, my Than be restored to the indifference

blessing go along with you, wherever you go, or of secing you, without this pleasing pain :

whatever you are about. Fie! Sampson, how I've lost myself, and never would be found, couldst thou be such a Saracen? A Turk would But in these arms.

have been a better Christian, than to have done so Isa. Oh, I have heard all this!

barbarously by so good a lady. But must no more-the charmer is no more:

Samp. Why, look you, nurse, I know you of old: My buried husband rises in the face

by your good will, you would have å finger in Of my dear boy, and chides me for my sts

everybody's pie; but mark the end on't! if I am Canst thou forgive me, child ?

called to account about it, I know what I have to Vil. What can I say?

say. The arguments that make against my hopes

Nurse. Marry, come up here! say your pleasure, Frevail upon my heart, and tix me more;

and spare not. Refuse his eldest son's widow and When yet a virgin, free, and undisposed,

poor child the comfort of seeing him? She does I loved, but saw you only with mine eyes;

not trouble him so often. I conld not reach the beauties of your soul:

Samp. Not that I am against it, nurse, but we are

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