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In far and feeble starlight!

must fly the country. Our pride bas had a fall

. Here we part;'

Ven. Aye: now boast-now triumph. A One kiss, fair traitress! [He kisses her] Death-fall!—and so hard a one, that I be in

like cold and sweet. the Gazette ?), if I ever try a fall again. Here, And now the world's before me.

Victoria; Leonora, help to bear up your mother's

This be all, griefs. Hers is a heavy case, a very weighty Early or late, Lorenzo's epitaph:

concern, indeed. She see through a rogue Thai he had decm'd it nobler, to go forth, She might as well see to the end of a suit in Steering his sad and solitary prow

Chancery. Pride-ruin-madness! [Exeunt Across the ocean of adventurous deeds, Than creep the lazy track of ancestry.

Scene III. – An Apartment in VENTOSOS They be the last of theirs, I first of mine.

House, VICTORIA and LEONORA come in. Vic. Lorenzo, hear me.

Vic. At home again! Stay with me, Leo

nora-My brain is wild. I can scarcely think TORRENTO and LEONORA re-appear. that we have escaped from that hideous prison Coun. Will she kneel to him? Can she Did not Lorenzo upbraid me, cast me off?endure this insult? Prince, take your bride. I will take the veil.

[Po Torrento. Leon. Take the veil! take nothing bel Tor. Who dares insult her? That rioter courage. Your beauty might kill a whole regi come again! Sir, the man who offends this ment of officers, instead of pining for one lady must not live.

[Lorenzo turns. I would not give a sigh to save the whol Lor. I had forgot! Vagabond - Ho-Jai-army-list-Yet, I feel some strange, delightfal lor! Fling this impostor into the dungeon hope, that all will yet be well —Your Prince from which I took him.

you see, was one of my adorers-In coming [Ventoso and the Females in surprise. io marry you, he thought he was come Tor. Draw, and defend yourself! [The marry me - Monstrous impudence in eithe Jailor, Lazaro, and Assistants, rush in case. —

2.- I shall have him yet for all that, if Ne behind Torrento, and pinion him. The woman.

[Aside Hussars return] Stiletto! 'Tis the jail-com

Enter PISANIO. pletely tricked, trapped, trepanned. What's Pisan. Ladies, your immediate attendant all this for? [To the Jailor]-Handcuffs- at the palace is commanded by order of the 'tis against prison rules — I have not broke Viceroy, the Prince de Pindemonte. bounds -I'll give bail to any amount-a thou- Vic. The Imposlor!- Viceroy! impossible sand sequins — ten - twenty thousand. The Leon. Torrento, l'iceroy! incredible! Gd Count will go security. [Aside] Count, I say-out of prison-got into the palace-He is to

[Calling great sublime of impudence. I adore bid Ven. I am deaf. Security! Swindler! How for his ingenuity.-Can the news be true? shall we escape?

Pisan. Nothing more certain; the nobilit Leon. Undone undone. Save him, dear are going in crowds to the palace—the Coen father, save him.

and Countess have been summoned, and a Jail. Restive! Ho! on with the handcuffs, already gone. The guards are on parade Lazaro. The bosom friends!

and one of the oflicers is now waiting belo Lor. Off with that culprit to his dungeon. to have the honour of escorting you, whel

Tor. Count and Countess, this is a con- the carriage returns. spiracy. I will have justice!-vengeance ! Leon. Runs to the Mirror] – Heaven scoundrels! high treason!-injur'd prince! what a bead! the damp of that odious prise Pindemonté!

[He is carried off. has made me the very emblem of a weeping Ven. Let us escape. Security indeed! Here willow. — Come, sister, dear Victoria, risa is security with a vengeance-locks and bars- Will you wear plumes or roses? But sinik to find myself in a jail! Open the door! and

will conquer.

You can then rebre [They knock. and take the veil, if you

choose. Col. (A Bugle sounds] Oficers! the call [She attempts to arrange her Dress to parade. Troopers! Pride! Ha, ha, ha!

Victoria repels her.
Troopers! Birth—Pride! ha, ha!
[He urges the Major and

Cornet out, laughing.

VICTORIA. Lor. Count and Ladies, farewell. We have Spirit of Love! the heart still deceiving; met for the last time. You, Victoria, have Still, on the dim eye delicious dreams wearing suffered for the crime of inconstancy; you, Still

, with sad pleasure the torn bosom heaving Count, for the folly of being a slave to the Go! I'm thy slave and thy victim no more will of women; you, Countess, for the violence

LEONORA. of your temper; and all for your common Spirit of Hope! from thy light pinions shedding crime, Pride! Farewell for ever. [Exit. Flowers where the steps of young Passion an Vic. If sorrow — shame - penitence !--Ob,

treading, Lorenzo!-He's gone.

Sunny hues over life's sullen clouds spreading, Leon. If I can climb the walls, or under- Here, live or die, at thy shrine I adore! mine the dungeon, or dry up the moat, or

PISANO. bribe the guards, my true Torrento-my un- Spirit of Joy! on those bosoms descending fortunate Torrento shall not linger another Coine, like the day-star, the weary night ending day in prison.

[Aside. Come, like the bow with the summer stora Coun. Undone-insulted-laughed at - I shall

blending, never be able to hold up my head again. Wel 1) Bankrupts are inserted in the Gazette.

Bid all the anguish of true love be o'er. you would be worthy of the throne yourself. Victoria.

Spy! This to a man of honour! ve!—from my bosom--the traitor disdaining!

Ven. Friend Stefano, a man of honour may

be like a debt of honour-a very roguish affair. LEONORA.

Coun. I insist on seeing his Highness! Keep I am scorned, I shall die uncomplaining.

your distance, Sir! PISANJO.

Ste. Yes, Madam, if I would preserve my o biller tear must those rich cheeks be staining; ears.- I never ran foul of such a fire-ship o thought of woe must those young hearts before. - [ Aside] - Your Prince you shall see. be paining

You would make the best malch since the fall VICTORIA. of Babel.

[He goes out. Spirit of love, elc. etc.

The Colonel, Major, and CORNET, enter ENE IV. - And Last. A Saloon in the

at the opposite Door. Palace. Altendants in waiting. STEFANO, Maj. Ha, ba--A mighty fine discovery for with papers.

Lorenzo-one of his fathersSte. Those documents—the similitude of bis Cor. Charming-Nature to the last, Majoratures form evidence irresistible. Now, to exquisitely Hibernian! d conviction to conviction. Ho, Sir, has Maj. Perhaps no such mighty blunder, after 2 Signior Torrento been brought from the all-make it your own case, Cornet. What, 1? Have the Count Ventoso and his family angry? Pob, shake hands. en summoned to the palace ?

Cor. 'Pon honour, no-but by sentence of Officer. [Outside] "Room for the Count a Court-Martial. d Countess Ventoso."

Col. Well, Lorenzo deserves it all; as capiSte. Come already! I shrink instinctively tal a fellow as ever wore spur. om the volley of ihat woman's tremendous Coun. [Sees them]-The Hussars! ngue. [He walks aside. Ven. Are you sure we're not in jail again?

[To Countess. he Count and Countess enter, led by the Col. Ho! the Count and Countess. Come, OFFICER. Servants range themselves in don't turn away; let us be friends. the distance.

Cor. Her Ladyship! Escuse me, ColonelCoun. Now, husband, what have you to say the Hussars never notice the Heavys ?). r your wisdom? Solomon! — The Prince's Maj. Poh, nonsense, man! Your Ladyship, izure was clearly a conspiracy:. Here we he aspires to the honour of a salute. e, by the express command of his Highness Cor. Me! Diavolo! I'll never come in cone Prince de Pindemonte, my son-in-law! tact with that harpy again, but in a cuirassl'en. li's all a riddle-all moonshine to me. Muffs and meerschaums!

jail and out of jail at once! He must be a Col. Well, then, let me introduce the Manjuror-an eater of fire and a swallower of jor- He comes from the land of gallantry; wall swords. But, why was I sent for here?-- the country where they raise men for exsee it-to squeeze money out of me-a for- portation. d loan.

Maj. Aye, to improve the modesty of manCoun. Wise bead! the Prince bas sent for kind, your Ladyship. y daughters. Depend upon it, there will be Ven. But whal-what were you saying of 'wedding to-nigbi, and this is a very pretty Lorenzo? artment for the ceremony. On my virtue, Maj. He is this moment closeted with the should like a suite here, with a handsome Viceroy,-one of the Cabinet, my dear, nsion.

Col. A grand discovery, heir to a superb Pen. I don't doubt you, my love; a taste estate! In his infancy he had been sent from

the public money is not uncommon in Italy with a large sum in jewels to his family ther sex.

banker in Cadiz-one Anselmo. Coun. But, bless me! there's your Signior Ven. Anselmo! efano. I before suspected him of being a Coun. Our kinsman!

[Aside. :w, but now I am sure of it. Nothing else Col. Yes; an old villain, who embezzled the vuld have such access to people of quality. :noney, and ran away with the boy to this Ste. Count, those papers-these- [Aside. island; where he brought up Lorenzo as a Coun. This is no time to talk of your af- peasant's son. The rogue died only some irs Retire! I cannot give you my counte- months ago. nce here.

Ven. St. Anthony !-bad he no son ? Ste. Retire! Countenance! Upon my honour, Col. What, am I to trace a scoundrel's adam, your ladyship's countenance is one whole genealogy! the last presents that could excite my gra- Cor. But did you hear the name of the ude.

present heir? Ven. He can't bear for five minutes what Col. No, not I. Some old accomplice; be bave been bearing these forty years. [Aside. will be stripped of course. Coun. He's a spy of Lorenzo's: but, rather Maj. Oh, what's the use of his namc—some an give my daughter to that buff-belt, I'd old trafficker-be will be sent to the galleys, arry her to the Khan of Tartary!

to a certainty. Ven. Now she's in for it. — [ Aside] - Man,, Cor: Yes; if he have any hemp or ratsake your escape:

[To Stefano. bane in bis establishment, he may take the Ste. Intolerable! - [Aside]— Khan of Tar- benefit of his own stock in trade. ry! Madarn, if the tongue made the Tartar, 1) Heavy horse-Dragoons.


Coun. Undone!

Enter ATTENDANTS, announcing the Vicerot. Ven. I don't believe a word of your story! Flourish of Music. Enter STEFANO,splenI'll not part with a sequin — I'll go to law didly dressed, and attended by the flusfirt, -l'll go to ruin first! Col. You the heir!

Coun. (Advances] Your most gracious HighCor. Muffs and meerschaums!

ness. [She recognises him] Stefano the ViceMaj. Law-ruin-aye, they generally go roy! what have I said to bim-I could bite together, my old friend.

off my tongue!

[ Aside to Ventose, Cor. An alliance perfectly matrimonial, Count. Ven. Well resolved, Countess; do so, and [Voices within] “Room for his Highness the we shall both be quiet for life. Stefano the Prince !-room!" [Laughter. viceroy !-We shall both be sent to the galleys

, Tor. [Within] Asses and idiots! out of my

[ Aside way, you pampered buffoons! Must I never Ste. Count, I have heard something about a stir withoui a rabble of you grinning at my love affair in your family: I have certainly heels? [He enters] The Count and Count- no right to insist upon ibe Captain's being ess! Confusion! what brought them here? your son-in-law-Lorenzo, whal bave you !

[The Hussars stand aside, laughing. say for yourself? Coun. Your Highness's commands

Lor. Nothing, my Lord, [Leading Victorial Ven. Your Highness's orders-your- but to express my delight, my happiness,

Tor. I am overwhelmed! I can submit to this day's discovery; my reverence, my lore the indignity of disguise no longer.--[-Aside]

[They hned Count and Countess - I am no prince-nobody-nothing-but one of the thousand luck

TORRENTO and LEONORA return. less children of chance, who fight their ob- Ven. Aye, flattery does every thing here. scure way through the world.—[ Victoria and Ste. Well

, Madam, as he cannot bare the Leonura enter. He approaches Leonora)- honour of being your son-in-law, I am afrail We must part, my love. I am unworthy of he must be content with -- Rise, Sir! stan you; and from this hour I care not on what forth — the son of the Viceroy of Sicily, a sea or shore fortune may fling me!

Stefano, Prince de Pindemonté. Come lo you Leon, No, Torrenlo! we part no more. I father's arms, my long-lost, late-found son, m have been unwise, and you unfortunate. But gallant son! here I swear to follow you with constancy as Lor. My father! my generous, noble father strong as lise or death. We are one.

All. His son !- Viva! viva! [They go up the Slage. Vic. My lord and love! Coun. Impudence uoparalleled! No Prince! Leon. Happy Victoria ! Ven. I appeal to the Viceroy: Impostor! Sue. There, Sir, go mollify the Countes Col. The business is tolerably complete, --But, if you find her as lough a subject-as Major. Their pride's down upon ihe knees ?), did)-[Aside] Now, take your bride, and ! like a cast charger - it will carry the mark happy. beyond all cure. Maj. Aye, like a scar on a fine woman's

The HUSSARS approach. reputation-it will go on widening for life- Officers. We congratulate you, Prince

Cor. They will be in no want of our trum-Lady, we wish you all happiness. ( To Victoria pelers now they will be blown every step Ste. How I obtained the knowledge of m

son, how I preserved my incognito as Vicero

till the search was complete you shall be Enter Lorenzo, unperceived but by at the banquet,—to wbich I now invite you s VICTORIA.

LORENZO, and all, advance. Lor. My love, a!I must be forgiven and for Lor. Fair ladies, nobles, gallant caraliers! gotten. I have the most delightful intelligence- This day shall be a bright one in the web the happiest discovery. I have just been Wherein our lives are pictur’d-Thro' all year with the

This shall be holiday-The prison gates [The Countess sees him.) Shall know no envious bars; rich pageantrie Coun. "The Captain! another impostor -- Sball paint our love-tale; children's merry another stolen maich — He a man of family ?

tongues the Hussar?

Shall lisp our names; and old men, o'er iksi Lor. Countess, if honour and attachment,

fires, long tried, can entille me lo this lady's hand- Flourish their cups above their hoary heads

ic. My father! if duty, if love, if feelings And drink our memory! Come in, sweet love pained to agony can move you- [Kneeling.

Ven. Another daughter gone! By all means, Col. There's a fine girl on her own banda Madam. What next? Is there any thing else Cornet;-[Pointing io Leonora]- No has you would have, Captain? We're in the jail band for the lady. again! Gang of thieves !-[To Countess) - Cor. Excuse me, Colonel, we, the Twe? Sir, is there any thing about me that strikes tieth, are not connubial. But if the girl wat your taste? -[Going up to the Hussars] - a husband, l'il state the circumstance ou p Or yours, Sir? – My walch and scals – my rade. - Muffs and meerschaums! purse. Does any gentleman take a fancy to Tor. Your Highness! since you bave the the Countess? No! that stock lies on hand. art of finding out sons, perhaps you can knd 1) A horse which has fallen has generally a mark on its out fathers too. Pray, whose son am I? sotse kace, thus losing two-thirds of its value.

body's, I suppose?

[To Lorena

ihey go.

[To Victoria

Ste. In tracing the Captain, I accidentally before them! What army shall I raise? What fell in with your career. " I mistook you for cabinet shall I pension? 'What kingdom shall each other. I found your errors more of the I purchase? What emperor shall I annibilate? head than the heart. You have your liberty. I'll have Mexico for a plate-chest, and the Count, you must resign your title.

Mediterranean for a fish-pond. I'll have a Ven. With all my heart.

loan as long as from China to Chili. I'll have Ste. And, with them, Anselmo's estate. a mortgage on the moon! Give me the purse,

Ven. Not the money-not the money-I let who will carry the sceptre. have an old prejudice in favour of the money. Count and Countess, you shall keep your Coun. I'm thunderstruck.

titles, and be as happy as mirth, money, and Ste. Torrento, stand forth; you are Ansel- macaroni can make you. mo's beir! you are the banker's son!

[To Leonora and the rest. 1 Maj, Then, upon my conscience, there'll be Now! to the banquet. Having fix'd our fates a mighty great run on the bank.

With freedom, title, fortune, loving mates! Tor. [In Exultation] - A banker's son, If I have erred, 'twas youth, love, folly ;-here, magnificent! a golden shower!-Leonora, my With generous hearts around, I scorn to fearlove, we'll have a wedding worthy of bankers. Where heroes judge, and beauty pleads the What trinkets will you have? the Pitt dia

cause, mond, or the Great Mogul? A banker, my Who talks of censure? Give me your applause. angel! 'Tis your bankers that sweep the world





Tois lady, whose maiden name was Moore, was the daughter of a clergyman, and the wife of the Rey. Joha Brooke, rector of Colney, in Norfolk, of St. Augustine, in the city of Norwich, and chaplain to the garrison of Quebec. Her husband died Jan. 21, 1789; and she herself on the 26th of the same month, at Sleaford, at the house of her son, who had a preferment in that part of the country. Mrs. Brooke was a lady of first-rate abilities, and as remarkable for gentleness and suavity of manners, as for her literary talents. She wrote and published some admirable novels (among

a Mandeville, Emily Montague, Marquis of St. Forlair, and The Bxcursion); a periodical paper, called The Old Maid, and a translation of Millot's Elements of the History of England.


Comic Opera, by Mrs. Brooke. Acted at Covent Garden 1983. The story of this piece is founded on that of Palemon and Lavinia (in Thomson's Seasons), or Boaz and Ruth, in the Scripture, and was performed with great applause. It has, however, the disadvantage of wanting the grace of novelty, and the pleasure of surprise; as must always be the case with scriptural stories, or others of notoriely. The music, by Shield, is charming, and can never fail of attracting attention. Of all the petite pieces that are exhibited on the British stage, Rosing is perhaps the least offensive to the severe moralist; as it corrects the mind, while it pleases the senses,



| Reapers, Gleaners, CAPTAIN BELVILLE. 1st IRISHMAN.


Servants, etc. WILLIAM | 2nd IRISHMAN.


SCENE.-A Village in the North. SCENE opens and discovers a rural prospects on the left side a little hill with trees

at the top; a spring of water rushes from the side, and falls into a natural bason below: on the right side a cottage, at the door of which is a bench of stone, At a distance a chain of mountains. The manor-house in view. A field of corn fills

up the scene. In the first act the sky clears by degrees, the morning våpour disperses, the sun rises,

and at the end of the act is above the horizon: at the beginning of the second he is past the height, and declines till the end of the day. This progressive motion should be made imperceptibly, but its effect should be visible through the two acls.




sweetheart? But you are so proud you won't Scene I. - After the Trio, the Sun is seen may live to repent being so scornfúl.

let our young men come a near you. You to rise : the Door of the Cottage is open, 4 Lamp burning just within ; DORCAS, seated on a Bench, is spinning; Rosina When William at ere meets me down a and Phoebe, just wilinin the Door, are

the stile, measuring Corn ; WILLIAM comes from

How sweet is the nightingale's soug! the top of the Stage; they sing the fol- of the day I forget the labour and toil, lowing Trio.

Whilst ihe moon plays yon branches among When the rosy morn appearing By her beams, without blushing, I hear hin Paints with gold the verdant lawn,

complain, Bees on banks of thime disporting, And believe every word of bis song:

Sip the sweets, and bail the dawn. You know not bow sweet 'tis to love Warbling birds, the day proclaiming,

dear swain, Carol sweet the lively strain ;

Whilst the moon plays yon branches amon They forsake their leafy dwelling,

[During the last Sianza William appeal To secure the golden grain.

at the end of the Scene, and make

Signs to Phabe; who, when it is finid See, content," the humble gleaner,

ed, steals soflly to him, and they . Take the scatler'd cars that fall!

appear. Nature, all her children viewing,

Ros. How small a part of my evils is Kindly bounteous, cares for all. verly! And how little does Phæbe know

[William retires. heart she thinks insensible! the heart whil Ros. See! my dear Dorcas, what we gleand nourishes a hopeless passion. I blest, yesterday in Mr. Belville's field!

others, Belville's gentle virtues, and knews [Coming forward, and showing the Corn that 'was love. Unbappy! lost Rosina!

at the Door. Dor. Lord love thee! but take care of thyself: thou art but tender

The morn relurns, in saffron drest, Ros. Indeed it does not hurt me. Shall 1

But not to sad Rosina rest. put out the lamp?

The blusbing morn awakes the strain, Dor. Do, dear; the poor must be sparing.

Awakes the luneful choir; [Rosina going to put out the Lamp, Dor

But sad Rosina ne'er again cas looks after her and sighs; she re

Shall strike the sprightly lyre. turns hastily:

Rust. [Withour] To work, my hearts Ros. Why do you sigh, Dorcas ?

oak, to work; here the sun is balf an Dor. I canno' bear it: it's nothing to Phæbe high, and not a stroke struck yet. and me, but thou wast not born to labour.

[Rising and pushing away the Wheel. Enter Rustic, singing, followed by Ricupe Ros. Why should I repine? heaven, which deprived me of my parcals, and my fortune, Rust. See, ye swains, yon streaks of red left me health, content, and innocence. Nor Call you from your slothful bedis it certain that riches lead to happiness. Do Lale you tillid ibe fruitsul soil;

think the nightingale sings ihe sweeler See! where harvest crowns your tal for being in a gilded cage ?

Cho. Late you tillid the fruitful soil; Dor. Sweeter, I'll maintain it, than the

See! where harrest crowns your los poor little linnet that thou pick’dst


hali Rust. As we reap the golden corn, starred under the hedge yesterday, after its Laughing Plenty tills her horn mother bad been shoi, and brought'st to life What would gilded pomp avail in thy bosom. Let me speak to his honour, Should the peasant's labour fail he's main kind io the poor.

Cho. \Vhat would gilded pomp

araz? Ros., Not for the world, Dorcas, I want Should the peasant's labour fail? nolbing; you have been a mother to me. Rust. Ripen'd fields your cares repas, Dor. Vould I could! Would I could! I

Sons of labour baste away; ha' worked hard and 'arn'd money in my Bending, see the waving grain, time; but now I am old and feeble, and am Crown the year, and cheer the sw push'd about by every, body. More's the pity, Cho. Bending, see the waving grain, I say; it was not so in my young time; but Crown the year, and chcer the sai the world grows

every day.

Rust. Hist! there's his honour. Where Ros. Your age, my good Dorcas, requires all the lazy Irishmen I hird yesterday rest; go into the collage, whilst Phæbe and market? I join the gleaners, who are assembling from every part of the village.

Enter BELVILLE, followed by two Irisho Dor. Many a time have I carried thy dear

and Servants. mother, an insant, in these arms; little did I 1 Irish. Is it us he's talking of, Pod think a child of hers would live to share my Then the devil may thank him for bis gel poor pittance. But I wo'not grieve thee. commendations. [Dorcas enters the Cottage, looking back Bel. You are too severe, Rustic; the per

affectionately at Rosina. fellows came three miles this morning; tba Pho. What makes you so melancholy, Ro- fore I made them stop at the manor-bouse sina ? Mayhap it's because you have not a take a little refreshment.



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