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

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. Whoeve Dorcas, and answer my sincerely, is her beari offends the object of his love is unwortby free?

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

with as strong, though purer ardour:- but Dor. I'm aseard-she mopes and she pines allowed to bope

But your honour would be angry - I'm Ros. Do not, sir, envy me the calm d afeard the captain

light of passing my independent days wi Beh Then my foreboding heart was right. Dorcas; in whom I have found a mother

[Aside. tenderness.

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

melts my heart. Rust. Help, for heaven's sake, sir! Rosi- Bel. Do

you refuse me too then, Rosina na's lost-she is carried away

[Rosina raises her Eyes tenderly on Be Bel. Rosina!

ville, lowers them again, and leans


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 Rosin Bel. With me, sir-I will not lose sight Phæ. Do you speak to his honour, Willian of you. Rustic, hasten instantly with our Will. No; do you speak, Phæbe. reapers. Dorcas, you will be our guide. [Exit. Phæ. I am asham'd-William and I, you

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

have him;

if so be my grandmother consent Enter the Two Irishmen.

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

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

speak to Dorcas. Dor. Have you sav'd her? I owe you more Bel. Dorcas, you must not refuse me za 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 he nothing at all. ri tell your honour how it William, and make ber a good husband. was. My comrades and I were crossing the Will. That I will, dame. meadow, going home, when we saw them Will. Phæ. [To Beloille] Thank your be first; and hearing a woman cry, I look'd up, nour. and saw them pulting her into a skiff againsi Beloille joins their Hands, they bou an 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 purs 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 righ "there's enough of us to rescute 1) her.” With Capt. B. 'Tis yours, William; dispose of 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 bonest Irish shillelays 2), knock'd them out of the skiff, men, who fought so bravely for our Rosina, and brought her back safe: and here she co- Bel. You have made good use of it, 12 mes, my jewel.

liam; nor shall my gratitude slop bere. Re-enter Rustic, leading Rosina, who throws I am worthy of your esteem, I will return

Capt. B. Allow me to retire, brother. Wbel 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, brother. Re Bel. I dread to find the criminal.

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

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

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

Whate'er qur rank, wbate'er the glorious profession you bave embracd

powers ; But be gone, I renounce you as

Capt. B. Son some her gifts kind fort! brother,

my and renounce my ill-plac'd friendship.

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

Who reap, like us, in this rich scis

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

The sigb, malevolent repress, a) Oak-sticks, – The Irish are famous for the use of the

And loud the feeling bosom blesi, 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 Fun

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their ar

Ros. How blest am I, supremely blest! The hearts you glad your own display, Since Belville all his soul exprest,

The heav'ns such goodness must repay; And fondly clasp'd me lo 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,

New blessings be there yet in store,
When all to want and woe a prey, For winter's sober hours 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 Bickerstall. Acted 1762, at Covent Garden. This performance, thongh compiled from arles Johnson's Village Opera, Wycherley's Gentleman Dancing-Master, Marivaux's Jeu de l'Amour et du Hasard, | other musical pieces, yel met with so much favour from the town, that it was acted the first season almost as ag times as The Beggur's Opera had formerly been, and nearly with as much success. It certainly has the merit of na inofensive in its tendency, probable in iis incidenls, spiriied in iis action, agreeable for its ease and regularity, natural in the delineation of character.

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

More firmness discover; tains, and Flower-pots.

Take courage, nor here longer mope;

Resist and be free, 'eral 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?

Ros. Positively. s. 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 genileman, who Painted vapour, glowworm fire, is now in the country, to let him know he

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

of the opportunity to seule all preliminaries

And then-But take notice, whenever we deSoftest soother of the mind, Balmy 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 youh. 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, ber last illness at Bath, so that your father

And in wishes make me blest. has never seen him. uc. Heigho!-Rosetta!

Luc. Never in his life, my dear; and, I am os. Well, child, what do you say ? confident, he entertains not the least suspicion uc. Tis a sad thing to live in a village a of my, haring any such connexion: maaüür, dred miles from the capital, with a pre-indeed, has her doubts and surmises; but, becrous gouty father, and a superannuated sides that my father will not allow any one den aunt.-I am heartily sick of my situation. to be wiser than himself, it is an established os. And with reason—But 'tis in a great maxim between these affectionate relations, sure your own fault: here is this Mr. never to agree in any thing. lace, a man of character and family; he Ros. Except being absurd; you must allow

you, you like him: you know one ano- they sympathize perfectly in that - But, now 's minds, and yet you will not resolve to we are on the subject, I desire to know what e yourself happy with him.

I am to do with this wicked old justice of

peace, this father of yours? fe follows me AI 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 onfind thus, and chain'd to a log! yourself. Now fondled, now chid,

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

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

my parenls to avoid an odious marriage

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You smile at that now; and I know you think Ros. Indeed, Lucinda, you are very silly. me whimsical, as you bave 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!
A I R.

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

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

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

help yourself? [Exeunt into an Arbów Let parents rule, cry nature's laws, And children still obey;

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

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

June, at half an hour past live in the mornia Luc. Well, but my dear, mad girl [Taking out a Pockel-book) I left my father

Ros. Lucinda, don't talk to me-Was your bouse unknown to any one, having made frt father to go to London; meet there by acci- with a coat and jacket of our gardener's the dent with an old fellow as wrong-headed as filted me, by way of a disguise; so says u bimself; and, in a fit of absurd friendship, pocket-book: and chance directing me to the agree to marry you to that old fellow's son, village, on the twentieth of the same moal whom you had never seen, without consulting 4.procured a recommendation to the worski your inclinations, or allowing you a negative, ful justice Woodcock, to he the superintenda in case he should not prove agreeable - of his pumpkins and cabbages, because I wou

Luc. Why I should think it a little hard, let my father see, I chose to run any length I confess-yet, when I see you in the charac- rather than submit to wbat his obstinacy wou ter of a chambermaid

hare forced me, a marriage against my i Ros. Is is the only character, my dear, in clination, with a woran I never saw. (PA which I could hope to lie concealed; and, I up the Book, and takes up a Watering can tell you, I was reduced to the last ex: pot] Here I have been three weeks, and tremity, when, consequence of our old that time I am as much allered as if I boarding school friendship, 'I applied to you to changed my nalure with my habit.--"Sden receive me in this capacity; for we expected to fall in love with a chambermaid: And the parties the very next week.

if I could forgel that I am the son and by Luc. But had not you a message from your of Sir William Meadows. But that's impossibl intended spouse, to let


know he was as little inclined to such ill-concerted nuptials as

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

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

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

[Retires. Roselta comes doa Abigail ?), _that I am quite charmed with my

from the Arbour. situation-But hold, who stalks yonder in the Pos. Lucinda was certainly in the right yard, that the dogs are so glad io sce? it; and yet I blush 10 own my weaknessere

Luc. Daddy Hawthorn, as I live! He is to myself -- Marry, hang the fellow for v 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 spel By the way, what will you do with yourself to her. [Turning to a llose-tree, and plucken while I step into the house to see after my the Flowers] Now or never is the time trusly messenger, Hodge?

conquer myself: besides, I have some rest Ros. No maller; I'll sit down in that arbour, to believe ihe girl has no arersion to me: an and listen to the singing of the birds: you as I wish not io do her an injury, it woul know I am fond of melancholy amusements

. be cruel 10 fill her head with notions of writi Luc. So it scems, indeed: 'sure, Rosetla, can never happen. [Hums a l'une] Pshat none of your admirers had power to touch rol these roses, how they prick one's finger your heart; you are not in love, I hope ? Ros. He takes no notice of me; but

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

I should be in love with, pray ? is. I am sure the poor lad likes me; and i Luc. Why, let me see-What do you think I was to give him any encouragement, 1.9 of Thomas, our gardener? There he is at the pose the next thing he talked of would other end of the walk – He's a prelly young Luying a ring, and being asked in churchman, and the servants say, he's always writing Oh, dear pride, I thank you for that shougal verses on you.

Young M. Hah, going without a word! 2) Seryant-maid.

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thering a few roses here, if you please tol. Haw. Am I here? Yes: and, if you had te 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 ly'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 urself, then? [Catching hold of her] What's gout for you—Why, sir, I have not been in : malter? you look as if you were angry bed five minutes after sunrise these thirty

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

iook a dose of physic but once in my life, and Young M. Nay, pr'ythee, why is this? you that was in compliment to a cousin of mine, in't go, I have something to say to you. an apothecary, ibat bad just set up business. Ros. Well, but I must go, I will go;

I de- Jus. W. Well but, master Hawthorn, let e, 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 fly? trary ?-Look you, neighbour Woodcock, you Cease, oh! cease to persevere;

arz 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. [Exit. firm; and allow me that superiority a good Young M. This girl is a riddle — That she constitution gives me over you-Health is the es me I think there is no room to doubl; greatest of all possessions; and 'lis a maxim takes a thousand opportunities to let me with me, that à bale cobler is a better man it: and yet, when I speak to her, she will than a sick king: dly give me an answer; and, if I attempt Jus. W. Well, well, you are a sportsman."

smallest familiarity, is gone in an instant- Haw. And so would you be too, if you cel my passion for her grow every day would take my advice. A sportsman! why re and more violent-Well, would I marry there is nothing like it: I would not exchange .? — would I make a mistress of her if I the satisfaction I feel, while I am beating the ild? – Two things, called prudence and lawns and thickets about my little farm, for pour, forbid either. What am I pursuing, all the entertainment and pageantry in Christn? A shadow. Sure my evil genius laid endom. snare in my way. However, there is one

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

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

Make the most of iheir fate, determine any thing.

From pleasure to pleasure they run;

Well, who cares a jot,
A I R.

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; iwear this moment to forget her,

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

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

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

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

But health and diversion unite.
INE II.-A Hall in Justice Woodcock's

Enter Hodge.

Hodge. Did your worship. call, sir? ter Hawthorn, with a Fowlingpiece in Jus. W. Call, sir; where have you and the lis 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 A I R.

statute, a fair for hiring servants, held upon here 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 le 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 ind this the burtheu 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 care for nobody, not I,

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

such a mortal ibrong in our village in all my ise, here, house! what all gadding, all born days again. oad! house, I say, hilli-ho, bo!

Haw. Why, I like this now, this is as it lus. W. (Withoul] Here's a noise, here's should be. acket! William, Robert, Hodge! why does Jus. W. No, no, 'tis a very foolish piece of somebody answer? Odds my life, I believe business; good for nothing but to promote fellows bave lost their hearing! idleness and the getting of bastards: but I shall Enter Justice Woodcock.

take measures for preventing it another year,

and I doubt wbether I am not sufficiently master Hawthorn! I guessed it was some authorized already; for by an act passed Anno h madcap-Are you there?

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justice of peace, who is lord of the manor- Luc. So! give it me. Haw. Come, come, never mind the act; let

[Reads the Letter to herself you, this is a very proper, a very use

Hodge. Lord a inercy! how my arm ach ful meeting; I want a servant or two myself

, with beating that plaguy beast: T'i be bang I must go see wbat your market affords ;- if I won'na' rather ha' thrash'd balf a day and you shall go, and the girls, my little Lucy than ba' ridden ber. and ihe other young rogue, and we'll make a Luc. Well, Hodge, you have done yon day on't as well as the rest.

business very well. Jus. W. I wish, master Hawthorn, I could Hodge. Well, have not I now? teach you to be a little more sedate: why Luc. Yes-Mr. Eustace tells me in this lette won't you take pattern by me, and consider that he will be in the green lane, at the otbit your dignity? - Odds heart, I don't wonder end of the village, by twelve o'clock – Yc you are not a rich man; you laugh too much know where be came before. ever to be rich.

Hodge. Ay, ay. Haw. Right, neighbour Woodcock! health, Luc. Well

, you must go there; and wa good humour, and competence, is my motto: till he arrives, and watch your opportunity and, if my executors have a mind, they are introduce him, across the fields, into the liu welcome to make it my epitaph.

summer-house, on the left side of the garde A I R.

Hodge. That's enough. The honest heart, whose thoughts are clear

Luc. But take particular care that nobo

sees you. From fraud, disguise, and guile, Need neither fortune's frowning fear,

Hodge. I warrant you. Nor court the barlot's smile.

Luc. Nor for your life drop a word of

to any mortal.
The greatness that would make us grave Hodge. Never fear me.
Is but an empty thing;

Luc. And, Hodge-
What more than mirth would mortals have?
The cheerful man's a king.


Well, well, say no more;

Sure you told me before;
Luc. Hist, hist, Hodge!

I see the full length of my tether; Hodge. Who calls? here am I.

Do you think I'm a fool, Luc. Well, have you been ?

Thai I need go to school? Hodge. Been, ay, I ha' been far enough, I can spell you and put you together. an that be all: you never knew any thing fall

A word to the wise, out so crossly in your born days. Luc. Why, what's the matter?

Will always suffice; Hodge. Why you know, I dare not take a

Addsniggers, go talk to your parrot; horse out of his worship's stables this morning,

I'm not such an elf, for fear it should be missed, and breed ques

Though I say it myself, tions; and our old nag at home was so cruelly

But I know a sheep's bead from a carrot beat i'th' hoofs, that, poor beast, it had not a foot to set to ground; so I was fain to go to Luc. How severe is my case! Here I a farmer Ploughshare's, at the Grange, to bor- obliged to carry on a clandestine correspondent row the loan of his bald Glly; and, would you with a man in all respects my equal, becau think it? after walking all that way-de'el from the oddity of my father's temper is such, the me, if the crossgrained toad did not deny me i dare not tell him I have ever yet seen ti the favour.

person I should like to marry – But perba Luc. Unlucky!

he bas quality in his eye, and hopes, one da Hodge. Well, then I went my ways to the or other, as I am his only child, io match a King'shead in the village, but all their cattle with a title-vain imagination! were at plough: and I was as far to seck below at the turnpike: so al last, for want of

A I R. a better, I was forced to take up with dame Cupid, god of soft persuasion, Quicksei's blind mare.

Take the helpless lover's part: Luc. Oh, then you have been?

Seize, oh scize some kind occasion, Hodge. Yes, yes, I ha' been.

To reward a faithful heart. Luc. Pshaw! Why did not you say so al once?

Justly those we tyrants call

, Hodge. Ay, but I have had a main tire

Who the body would enthral;

Tyrants of more cruel kind, some jaunt on't, for she is a sorry jade at best. Luc. Well, well, did you see Mr. Eustace,

Those, who would enslare the mind. and what did he say to you?-Come, quick- What is grandeur? soe to rest, have you e'er a leiter?

Childish mummery at best. Hodge. Yes, he gave me a letter, if I ha'na' Happy I in humble state; lost it.

Caich, ye fools, the glittering baik. Luc. Lost it, man! Hodge. Nay, nay, have a bit of patience: SCENE III.-A Field with a Stile. adwawns, you are always in such a hurry [Rummaging his Pockets] I put it some

Enter Hodge, followed by MADGE. where in this waiscoat pocket. Oh, bere Hodge. What does the wench follow me it is.

for? Odds flesh, folk may well talk, to see you

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