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my side,

your side,

In rural sports I gain'd the prize,

Bel. To what motive do I owe this tender Each virgin listen'd to my lay.

attention ? But now no more I touch the lyre,

Ros. Ah, sir! do not the whole village No more the rustic sport can please ;

love you? I live the slave of fond desire,

Bel. You tremble; why are you alarm'd ? Lost to myself, to mirth, and ease.

DUETT. -- BELVILLE and RosinA. The tree that in a happier hour,

Bel. [Taking her Hand] For you, my sweet It's boughs extended o'er the plain,

maid, nay, be not afraid, When blasted by the lightning's power,

[ros. withdraws her Hand. Nor charms the eye, nor shades the swain. I feel an affection which yet wants a name. Since the sun rose, I have been in continual Ros. When first-but in vain-I seek to exercise; I feel exhausted, and will try to

explain, rest a quarter of an hour on this bank. What heart but must love you? I blush, fear, [Lies down on a Bank by the Fountain.

and shameGleaners pass the Stage, with sheaves of Bel. Why thus timid, Rosina? still safe by

Corn on their Heuds ; last Rosina, who comes forward singing.

Let me be your guardian, protector, and guide, AIR.-Rosina.

Ros. My timid heart pants

stiil sase by Light as thistle-down moving, which floats on the air,

Be you my protector, my guardian, ny guide. Sweet gratitude's debt to this cottage I bear:

Bel. Why thus timid. etc. Of autumn's rich slore I bring home my part,

Ros. My timid heart pants, etc. The weight on ny bead, but gay joy in my Bel. Unveil your mind to me, Rosina. The hcart.

graces of your form, the native dignity of What do I see? Mr. Belville asleep? Il 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-[Tukes the Riband from her Bosom, Bel. [Eagerly] They are at an end. and ties the Branches together] How my Ros. "Dorcas approaches, sir! she can best heart beals! One look more – Ah! I bare relate my melancholy story. wak'd him,

Enter DORCAS. [She flies, and endeavours to hide her

self against the Door of the Cottage, Dor. Ilis honour bere? Good lack! How

turning her Head every instant. sorry I am I happen'd to be from home. Troth, Bel. What noise was that?

I'm sadly tir'd. (Half raising himself. Bel. Will you let me speak with you a Ros. He is angry-How unhappy I am!- moment alone, Dorcas ? How I tremble!

[Aside. Dor. Rosina, take this basket. Bel. This riband I have seen before, and

[Erit Rosina, with the Basket. on the lovely Rosina's bosom

Bel. Rosina has referr'd me to you, Dor

I

of , 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 mofrom 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 balf 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 porBel. Why do you fly thus, Rosina ? What tion. can you fear? You are out of breath.

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 brolber- 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 be here? ihis 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 inorsel. ance, bave I not seen you wear this riband? Bel. But her father's name?

Ros. Forgive me, sir; I did not mean to Dor. Martin; colonel Martin. disturb you. I only meant to shade you from Bel I am too happy; he was the friend the too great heat of the sun.

of my

fatber's heart: a thousand times have to glean.

marour

I heard him Jament his fate. Rosina's virtues offended almost past forgiveness. Will the shall not go urrewarded.

offer of my hand repair the injury? Dor. Yes, I know'd it would be so. Hea- Bel. If Rosina accepts it, I am satisfied. ven never forsakes the good man's children. Ros. [To Belville] Will you, sir, suffer? Bel. I have another question to ask you, -This hope is a second insult

. Whoever Dorcas, and answer my sincerely, is her heart offends the object of his love is unworthy of free?

obtaining her. Dor. To be sure, she never would let any Bel. Ibis noble refusal paints your characof our young men come a near her; and yet ter. I know another, Rosina, who loves you Bel. Speak: I am on the rack.

with as strong, though purer ardour :-but if Dor. I'm aseard-she mopes and she pines allowed to hope– But your honour would be angry -- I'm Ros. Do not, sir, envy me the calm deafeard the captain

light of passing my independent days will Bel. Then my foreboding heart was right. Dorcas ; in whom 'I have found a mother's

[Aside. tenderness.

Dor. Bless thec, my child; thy kindness Enter Rustic.

melis my heart. Rust. Help, for heaven's sake, sir! Rosi- Bel. Do you refuse me too then, Rosioa? na's lost-she is carried away

[Rosina raises her Eyes lenderly on Bela Bel. Rosina!

ville, lowers them again, and leans on

Dorcas.
Enter CAPTAIN BELVILLE.

Dor. You, sir? You ?
Capt. B. [Confusedly] Don't be alarmed- Ros. My confusion-my blushes-
let me go-I'll fly to save her.

Bel. Then I am happy! My life! my Rosina! Bel With me, sir-I will not lose sight Phæ. Do you speak to bis honour, William. of you. Rustic, hasten instantly with Will. No; do you speak, Phæbe. reapers. Dorcas, you will be our guide. [Exit. Phæ. I am asham'd-William and I, your

Rust. Don't be frightened, sir; the Irishmen honour-William pray'd me to let him keep have rescued her: she is just bere. [Exit. me company-so he gain'd my good will to

have him; is so be my grandmother consents. Enter the Two Irishmen.

[Courtesying, and playing with her Apron. 1 Irish. [To Dorcas] Dry your tears, my Will

. If your honour would be so good 10 jewel; we have done for theni.

speak to Dorcas. Dor. Have you sav'd her? I owe you more Bel. Dorcas, you must not refuse me any than life.

thing to-day. I'll give William a farm. 1 Irish. Faith, good woman, you owe me Dor Your honour is too kind - take her, nothing at all. T'i tell your honour how it William, and make her a good husband. was. My comrades and I were crossing the Will. That I will, dame. meadow, going home, when we saw ihem Will. Phæ. [To Belville] Thank your hofirst; and hearing a woman cry, I look'd up, nour. and saw them putting her into a skiff against Belville joins their Hands, they bow and her will. Says I, “Paddy, is not that the courtesey. clever little crater that was glaning in the Wil. What must I do with the purse, field with us this morning ?" – "Tis so, sure your honour? Dorcas would not take it. enough,' says he. — “By St. Patrick,” says I, Bel. I believe my brother has the best right. “there's enough of us to rescute 1) her." VVith Capt. B. 'Tis yours, William; dispose of it that we ran for the bare life, waded up to as you please. the knees, laid about us bravely with our Will. Then I'll give it to our honest Irishshillelays 2), knock'd them out of the skilf, men, who fought so bravely for our Rosina. and broughi her back safe: and here she co- Bel. You have made good use of it, Wilmes, my jewel.

liam; nor shall my gratitude stop here.

Capt. B. Allow me to relire, brother. When Re-enter Rustic, leading Rosina, who throws I am worthy of your esteem, I will returo, herself into Dorcas's Arms.

and demand my rights in your affection. Dor. I canno' speak-Art thou safe?

Bel. You must not leave us, brotber. ReBel. I dread to find the criminal.

sume the race of honour; be indeed a salRust. Your honour need not go far a field, dier, and be more than my brother-be my I believe; it mu have been some friend of friend. the captain's, for his French valet commanded

Capt. B. I confess my crime; my passion for Rosina hurried me out of mysell.

To bless, and to be blest, be ours, Bel. You have dishonour'd me, dishonour'd

Whate'er our rank, whate'er our

Be. the glorious profession you have embrac'd

powers; But be gone, I renounce you as my brother, Capt. B. JOn some her gifts kind fortune and renounce my ill-plac'd friendship.

showers, Capt. B. Your indignation is just; I have

Who reap, like us, in this rich scene.

Capt. B. Yet those who taste ber bounty less 1) Rescue.

The sigh malevolent repress, 2) Oak-sticks. - The Irish are famous for the use of the

And loud the feeling bosom bless, stick; it is generally a piece of oak, and the regular size is as big round as their wrist, and the exact length

Which something leaves for want

the party;

FINALE.

their arm.

Ros. How blest am I, supremely blest !

The hearts you glad your own display, Since Belville all his soul exprest,

The beav'ns such goodness must repay; And fondly clasp'd me to his breast: Rust. And blest through many a summer's day, I now may reap - how chang'd the Dor. Full crops you'll reap in this rich scene; scene!

Will. And 0! when summer's joys are o'er,

Phoe. And autumn yields its fruits no more,
But ne'er can I forget the day,
When all to want and woe a prey,

New blessings be there yet in store,

For winter's sober bours to glean. Soft pity taught his soul to say, “Unfeeling Rustic, let her glean!” Cho. And O! when summer's joys are o'er, etc.

LOVE IN A VILLAGE, Comic Opera, by Isaak Bickerstaff. Acted 1762, at Covent Garden. This performance, though compiled from Charles Johnson's Village Opera, Wycherley's Gentleman Dancing-Master, Marivaux's Jeu de l'Amour et du Hasard, and other musical pieces, yel met with so much favour from the town, that it was acted the first scason almost as many times as The Beggar's Opera had formerly been, and pearly witli as much success. It certainly has the meril of beinz inoffensive in its lendency, probable in iis incidenls, spirited in iis action, agreeable for its ease and regularily, and natural in the delineation of character,

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ACT I.

For shame, you a lover! SCENE I.-A Garden, with Statues, Foun

More firmness discover; tains, and Flower-pots.

Take courage, nor here longer mope;

Resist and be free, Several Arbours appear in the side Scenes ;

Run riot, like me, Rosetta and LUCINDA are discovered at

And, to perfect the picture, elope. work, seated upon two Garden-chairs.

Luc. And is this your advice?.
DUETT.

Ros. Positively.
Ros. Hope! thou nurse of young desire, Luc. Here's my hand; positively I'll follow
Fairy promiser of joy,

it-I have already sent to my gentleman, wbo, Painted vapour, glowworm fire, is now in the country, to let him know he

Temp'rale sweet, that ne'er can cloy: may come bither this day; we will make use Luc. Hope! thou earnest of delight,

of the opportunity to settle all preliminariesSollest soother of the mind,

And then-But take notice, whenever we deBalmy cordial, prospect bright,

camp, you march off along with us. Surest friend the wretched find:

Ros. Oh! madam, your servant; I have no

inclination to be left behind, I assure youBoth. Kind deceiver, flatter still,

But you say you got acquainted with this Deal out pleasures unpossest; spark, while you were with your mother during With thy dreams my fancy fill, her last illness at Bath, so that your father

And in wishes make me blest. has never seen bim. Luc. Heigho!-Rosetta!

Luc. Never in his life, my dear; and, I am Ros. Well, child, what do you say ? confident, he entertains not the least suspicion

Luc. "Tis a sad thing to live in a village a of my having any such connexion: my aunt, hundred miles from the capital, with a pre- indeed, has her doubts and surmises; but, beposterous gouty father, and, a superannuated sides that my father will not allow any one maiden aunt.-I am heartily sick of my situation. to be wiser than himself, it is an established

Ros. And with reason-But 'tis in a great maxim belween these affectionate relations, measure your own fault: here is this Mr. never lo agree in any thing. Eustace, a man of character and family; he Ros. Except being absurd ; you must allow likes you, you like him: you know one ano- they sympathize perfectly in that - But, now ther's minds, and yet you will not resolve to we are on the subject, I desire to know what make yourself bappy with him.

I am to do with this wicked old justice of

peace, this father of yours? fe follows me A I R.

about the bouse like a tame goat. Whence can you inherit

Luc. Nay, I'll assure you he hath been a So slavish a spirit?

wag in his time - you must have a care of Confid'd thus, and chain'd to a log!

yourself. Now fondled, now chid,

Ros. Wretched me! to fall into ch bands, Permitted, forbid :

who have been just forced to run away from 'Tis leading the life of a dog.

my parents to avoid an odious marriage

AIR.

You smile at that now; and I know you think Ros. Indeed, Lucinda, you are very silly.
me whimsical, as you have often told me; but Luc. Indeed, Rosetta, that blush makes you
you must excuse my being a little over-deli- look very handsome.
cate in this particular.

Ros. Blush! I am sure I don't blush.
Luc. Ha, ha, ha!

Ros. Pshaw! Lucinda, how can you be so
My heart's my own, my will is free, ridiculous ?
And so shall be my voice;

Luc. Well, don't be angry, and I have doneNo morial an shall wed with me,

But suppose you did like him, how could you Till first he's made my choice.

help yourself? [Exeunt into an Arbour. Let parents rule, cry nalure's laws, And children still obey:

Enter young Meadows. And is there then no saving clause,

Young M. Lel me see-on the fifteenth of Against tyrannic sway?

June, at balf an hour past live in the morning, Luc. Well, but my dear, mad girl [Taking out a Pocket-book] Test my father's

Ros. Lucinda, don't talk to me- e-Was your house unknown to any one, having made free father to go to London; meet there by acci- with a coat and jackei of our gardener's that dent with an old fellow as wrong-headed as fitted me, by way of a disguise; so says my bimself; and, in a fit of absurd friendship, pocket-book: and chance directing me io ibis agree to marry you to that old fellow's son, village, on the twentieth of the same month whom you had never seen, without consulting ! procured a recommendation to the worshipyour ioclinations, or allowing you a negative, ful justice Woodcock, to be the superintendant in case he should not prove agreeable- of his pumpkins and cabbages, because I would

Luc. Why I should think it a little bard, let my father see, I chose to run any lengths, I confess-yel, when I see you in the charac- rather than submit to what his obstinacy would ter of a chambermaid

have forced me, a marriage against my inRos. Is is the only character, my dear, in clination, with a wolnan I never saw. Puis which I could hope to lie concealed; and, I up the Book, and takes up a Wateringcan tell you, I was reduced to the last ex. pot] Here I bave been three weeks, and in tremity, whell, in consequence of our old ibat time I am as much allered as if I bad boarding-school friendship, I applied to you to changed my nalure with my babit.—'Sdeath, receive me in Ibis capacity; for we expected to fall in love with a chambermaid: And yet, the parties the very next week.

if I could forget that I am the son and heir Luc. But had not you a message from your of Sir William Meadows. But that's impossible. intended spouse, to let you know he was as little inclined to such ill-concerled nuptials as

O! had I been by fate decrecd Ros. More than so; he wrote to advise me, Some humble cottage swain; by all means, to contrive some method of In fair Rosella's sight to feed breaking them olt; for he had rather return *My sheep upon the plain; to his dear studies at Oxford: and, aster that, What bliss bad I been born to taste, what hopes could I have of being happy with Which now I ne'er must know! bim?

Ye envious powers! why bare ye plac'd Luc. Then you are not at all uneasy at the My fair one's lot so low? strange rout you must have occasioned al Ha! who was it I had a glimpse of as I pass'd home? I warrant, during this month you have by that arbour? Was it not she sat reading been absent

there? the trembling, of my heart tells me my Ros. Oh! don't mention it, my dear; I have eyes were not inislaken-Here she comes. had so many admirers, since I commenced

[Retires. Rosetta comes down Abigail ?), that I am quite charmed with my

from the Arbour. situation-But bold, who stalks yonder in the Ros. Lucinda was certainly in the right of yard, that the dogs are so glad io sce? it; and yet I blush to own my weakness eren

Luc. Daddy Hawthorn, as I live! He is to myself -- Marry, hang thc fellow for not come to pay my father a visit; and never being a gentleman. more luckily, for he always forces him abroad. Young M. I am determined I won't speak By the way, what will you do with yourself to her. [Turning to a Rose-tree, and plucking while I step into the house to see after my the Flowers] Now or never is the time to trusly messenger, Hodge?

conquer myself: besides, 1 bave some reason Ros. No matter; I'll sit down in that arbour, to believe ihe girl bias no aversion to me: and, and listen to the singing of the birds: you as I wish not to do her an injury, it would know I am fond of melancholy amusements. be cruel to fill her head with notions of what

Luc. So it seems, indeed: 'sure, Rosella, can never happen. [Hums a Tune] Psbaw! none of your admirers bad power to touch rot these roses, how they prick one's fingers! your heart; you are not in love, I hope? Ros. He takes no notice of me; but so

Ros. Io love! that's pleasant: who do you much the beller; I'll be as indifferent as be suppose

I should be in love with, pray? is. I am sure the poor lad likes me; and if Luc. Why, let me see- -Whal do

you

think I was to give him any encouragement, I supof Thomas, our gardener? There he is at the pose the next thing he talked of would be other end of the walk – He's a prelly young buying a ring, and being asked in churchman, and the servants say, he's always writing Oh, dear pride, I thank you for that thought. verses on you.

Young M. Hah, going without a word? a 2) Servant-maid.

look!- I can't bear ibat-Mrs. Rosetta, I am

A I R.

you were?

if you

gathering a few roses here, if you please to Haw. Am I here? Yes: and, had iake them in with you.

been where I was three hours ago, you would Ros. Thank you, Mr. Thomas, but all my find the good effects of it by this time: but lady's flower-pots are full.

you have got the lazy, unwholesome, London Young M. Will you accept of them for fashion of lying abed in a morning, and there's yourself, then? [Catching hold of her] What's gout for you—Why, sir, I have not been in ihe malter? you look as if you were angry bed five minutes after sunrise these thirty with me.

years, am generally up before it; and I never Ros. Pray let go my band.

took a dose of physic but once in my life, and Young M. Nay, pr’yıbee, why is this? you that was in compliment to a cousin of mine, shan't

go, I have something to say to you, an apothecary, ihat had just set up business. Ros. Well, but I must go, I will go;

I de- Jus. W. Well but, master Hawthorn, let sire, Mr. Thomas

me tell you, you know nothing of the matter;

for, I say, sleep is necessary for a man; ay, A I R.

and I'll maintain it. Gentle youth, ah, tell me why

Haw. What, when I maintain the conStill you force me thus to flý?

trary ?-Look you, neighbour Woodcock, you Cease, oh! cease to persevere;

are a rich man, a man of worship, a justice of Speak not what I must not hear; peace, and all that; but learn to know the To my heart its ease restore;

respect that is due to the sound from the inGo, and never see me more. [Erit. firm; and allow me that superiority a good Young M. This girl is a riddle – That she consiitution gives me over you-Health is the loves me I think there is no room to doubt; greatest of all possessions; and 'tis a maxim she takes a thousand opportunities to let me with me, that a hale cobler is a better man see it: and yet, when I speak to her, she will than a sick king. hardly give me an answer; and, if I attempt Jus. W. Well, well, you are a sportsman. the smallest familiarity, is gone in an instant- Haw. And so would you be too, if you I feel my passion for her grow every day would take my advice. A sportsman! why more and more violent-Well

, would I marry there is nothing like it: I would not exchange her? – would I make a mistress of her if I the satisfaction 'I feel, while I am beating the could? – Two things, called prudence and lawns and thickets about my little farm, for honour, forbid either. What am I pursuing; all the entertainment and pageantry in Christthen? A shadow. Sure my evil genius laid endom. this snare in my way. However, there is one

AIR, comfort, it is in my power to fly from it; if

Let gay ones and great, so, why do I hesilate? I am distracted, unable

Make the most of their fale, to determine any thing.

From pleasure to pleasure they run;

Well, who cares a jot,
AIR.

I envy them not,
Still in hopes to get the better

While I have my dog and my gun. of my stubborn flame I try; l Swear this moment to forget her,

For exercise, air,
And the next my oath deny.

To the fields I repair,
Now, prepar'd with scorn to treat her, With spirils unclouded and light;
Ev'ry charm in thought I brave,

The blisses I find,
Boast my freedom, fly to meet her,

No stings leave behind, And confess myself a slave. [Exit.

But health and diversion unite.
SCENE II.-A Hall in JUSTICE Woodcock's

Enter Hodge.
House.

Hodge. Did your worship call, sir?
Enter HAWTHORN, with a Fowlingpiece in Jus. W. Call, sir; where have you and the

his Hands, and a Net with Birds at his rest of these rascals been? but I suppose I Girdle.

need not ask - You must know there is a

statute, a fair for hiring servants, held upon There was a jolly miller once,

my green to-day; we have it usually at this Liv'd on the river Dee;

season of the year, and it never fails to put He work'd and sung from morn till night; all the folks hereabout out of their senses. No lark more blithe than be.

Hodge. Lord, your honour, look out, and And this the burthen of his

song,

see what a nice show they make yonder; they For ever us'd to be

had got pipers, and fiddlers, and were dancing I care for nobody, not I,

as I came along, for dear life - I never saw If no one cares for me.

such a mortal throng in our village in all my House, here, house! what all gadding, all born days again. abroad! house, I say, billi-ho, ho?

Haw. Why, I like this

now,

this is as it Jus. W. [Viithoul] Here's a noise, here's should be. a racket! William, Robert, Hodge! why does Jus. W. No, no, 'tis a very foolish piece of not somebody answer? Odds my life, I believe business; good for nothing but to promote the fellows have lost their hearing!

idleness and the getting of bastards: but I sball

take measures for preventing it another year, Enter JUSTICE Woodcock. and I doubt whether I am not sufficiently Oh, master Hawthorn! I guessed it was some authorized already; for by an act passed Anno such madcap-Are you there?

undecimo Caroli primi, which empowers a

AIR.

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