My husband bloody, and his friend too! murther! Who has done this? speak to me, thou sad vision; [Ghosts sink. On these poor trembling knees I beg it: vanish'd— Maid. She's dead, Breathless and dead. Pri. Then guard me from the sight on't: As long as I've to live: and there all leave me : [She dies. [Curtain falls. Our last illustration of the Later Stuart Drama shall be a comedy written by John Crowne in accordance with a suggestion of Charles the Second. John Crowne, was who the son of an independent minister in Nova Scotia, began his career as dramatist in London in 1671, with the tragicomedy of “Juliana,” and closed it with the tragedy of "Caligula," in 1698, having produced eighteen plays. His comedy of "City Politics," printed in 1675, attacked the Whigs, and made him enemies. When he sought of the king some office that would ensure him maintenance without constant exertion as a dramatist, the king promised to help him when he had written one play more, as a farewell to the stage. It was to be a comedy, and written, by his Majesty's command, on the plot of a Spanish play by Moreto, No Puede Ser (It Cannot Be), founded on the Mayor Imposible of Lope de Vega. An English play had already been formed on the same theme, called “ Tarugo's Wiles," which had failed; but Crowne took pains to satisfy the king with wit that would ensure his worldly comfort for the future, and his twelfth play, the comedy "Sir Courtly Nice," was the result. But the king had an apoplectic stroke on the last day of its rehearsal, and died three days afterwards, on the 6th of February, 1685. The play, therefore, was produced at the beginning of the reign of James the Second SIR COURTLY NICE, OR IT CANNOT BE, takes its second title straight from Moreto. What cannot be is the shutting up of a woman from a suitor whom she favours and who is determined to have access to her. Lord Belguard is resolved to keep all men away from his sister Leonora, except Sir Courtly Nice, whom he intends that she shall marry. sets as guards over her, an aunt aged fifty, and Hothead and Testimony, one "a choleric Zealot against Fanatics," the other "a canting hypocritical Fanatic," who, being fierce opponents, cannot unite to deceive him, and will serve, he believes, as checks on each other in the watching of the lady. Leonora has for He ally a damsel, Violante, whom her brother, Lord Belguard, desires to marry and who is ready, for her own sake as well as her friend's, to confound his plans for the safe custody of women; because, she says, "whilst he has this disease upon him so mortal to liberty, I dare venture on him no more than if he had the plague, or any other distemper dangerous to life. For what is life without liberty? To be his wife is worse than to be a ghost, for that walks and enjoys a little chat sometimes, but I must be laid by a conjuror called a husband for my whole life." Leonora can have liberty only on terms. Violante. What terms? Leonora. Marriage with such a coxcomb, you know him— Sir Courtly Nice. Vio. A tempting man, he has a vast estate. Leo. But incumbered. Vio. With what? Leo. A fop. 'Tis mortgaged to a thousand expensive follies. If it were not, I would not drink water for the sake of a fine bowl chained to the well. Leonora loves a youth with a fair and free estate, Mr. Farewel, but he is forbidden. There has been family feud since the Conquest between her family and that of the Farewels. Because she showed none of the proper bitterness, Leonora's father had left her fortune tied by condition of her brother's assent to her marriage. The First Act, after opening the story in dialogue between Violante and Leonora, shows next the two guardians Hothead and Testimony, one a fanatical Church and State man, the other a fanatical Puritan, in feud together. Hothead, who is my lord's cousin, is offended at the bringing of Testimony into the household. Another part of Lord Belguard's method is to allow no handsome servants in the house. "I believe," says Leonora to her friend when the two fanatics have left her for a time, "I believe they are now all together in the pantry, and my aunt among 'em, distributing their breakfasts-the monsters will be worth seeing-open the door." "The scene is drawn, and a company of crooked, withered, ill-looked fellows are at breakfast, and Aunt with them." The humours of Aunt are then set forth before Lord Belguard enters, and closes the Act in dialogue with his sister and Violante, wherein he maintains his doctrine that "woman like china should be kept with care." The Second Act opens in Violante's lodging, with encouragement to Farewel to be bold, and with his declaration that Leonora's brother could not keep him out, "though guards were set on guards, till their confounded coxcombs reached the skies," for he has leagued with a witch; "at least a young fellow that has more tricks than a witch." This is Crack, once a poor student of Oxford, but expelled for his wild ways, though no offence could ever be fixed upon him. He enters presently; and comes ready to put out his wits on hire. Farewel. Mr. Crack, your servant. Crack. Your servant, sir, your humble servant, madam. Violante. Your servant, sir; I am told you have been an Oxford scholar. Pays upon Po to the great horror of ntleman, there enters Mr. Surly, humour, professing himself Sir suit for the hand of Leonora. adam, a woman o' your sense w not choose He has more land; not more improved land. ip to one great weed-I mean himself; and s in periwigs and ribbons. Oh, but he has a That's a cheat; a false creed imposed on you Council of tailors, milliners, and seamstresses. xpound his face, and you'll see what a piece o it is. . Horrid! He has put his beastly hat upon my Pay, sir (to a servant), do me the favour to remove all grow very sick y's insults, met with extreme politeness, at orce Sir Courtly to challenge him, and the enge is delivered in these terms: "Mr. Surly, have received some favours from you, sir, and I sure the honour of your company, sir, to-morrow orning, at Barn Elms, sir. Please to name your pon, sir." "A squirt." "A squirt!” "Ay, for hat will go to thy heart, I'm sure." The Act ends n the garden of Lord Belguard's house with another of Crack's devices. There is a noise outside of four nen setting upon one. Crack, as the lunatic Sir Thomas, blows tantivy on a horn, opens the garden door for a rescue, and while Lord Belguard and the rest rush out, lets Farewel in. The Fifth Act opens with Farewel and Leonora happy, so far, in the success of Mr. Crack's devices, but Lord Belguard coming suddenly upon them, Farewel is hidden in another room, and Crack rolls on the floor as the bewitched Sir Thomas Calico, in agonies because the curiosity of Leonora has caused a woman to look in upon him. But the Aunt knows more, Crack has to account for Farewel's presence in the house, and again succeeds in making Lord Belguard think himself in the wrong and make apologies to Leonora. He begs her pardon, will at once begone upon her business, to fetch Sir Courtly Nice. "Your servant, sister." Leo. Oh, your servant, sir-ha! ha!-he runs-I may chance, sir, to run as nimbly from you, if Crack's wit do not fail him-here he comes. [Enter CRACK.] Thou admirable fellow, what hast thou done with Mr. Farewel? Crack. He's in the street, staying for you. Lee. Staying for me? and canst thou convey me to him? Crack. D'ye question it? Put on a vizard and something over your clothes. Leo. Sweet rogue! gone. Crack. Nay, nay, he stays for you. Crack. Pshaw! Put on your vizard. Crack. Oones! Put on your vizard. Leo. I will, I will-ha! ha! Toll-loll-deroll CRACK goes out; and as LEONORA is going out, singing and dancing, she is met by BELGUARD and SIR COURTLY. Bel. Oh! Sister, your tune's altered. Sir Co. Oh! madam! I'm happy to find your ladyship in so gay a humour. Leo. (aside) You will not find it so Bel. Sir Courtly, I'll betray her to you. I left her in tears upon an unhappy occasion, and at parting told her I would bring you. Now you are come, I find her in joy. Nothing else could cause the change. Then follows another scene of Sir Courtly's courtship, during which he becomes absorbed in the contemplation of himself in the glass. This gives Leonora her opportunity of slipping away, and before Sir Courtly has finished his studies in the mirror, Aunt has entered, and the neat, pretty things he says are received by her as intended for herself. When he turns round and sees who is in the room, he resolves to improve the opportunity. The Aunt governs the niece. Her consent to his suit for Leonora will be of considerable value. She may help to make him happy. "Well, madam," he asks, Well, madam," he asks, "shall I have your consent to my happiness, my glory?" "Oh, dear, sir! is it possible to answer you so soon?" "So soon, madam, you know my passion has been long." The dialogue is ambiguous enough to end in the belief of Sir Courtly that Aunt is going to put Leonora masked in a coach to be married to him at the nearest church, and in the Aunt's belief that it is she who is to be, in such wise, immediately married. Then Crack contrives that Leonora, in her vizard, shall be hustled out of the housedoor by Hothead and Testimony as a strange woman, who had slipped in for an evil purpose. Once out of the house, Farewel is married to Leonora, and Sir Courtly finds that Aunt has become Lady Courtly Nice. Belguard is laughed at by Violante, and yields up his faith in the art of conserving women. Violante requires that he shall consent to see her kissed by Mr. Surly, in witness to his abandonment of all false jealousy. But when Surly is about to take the kiss, his ears are boxed and Lord Belguard is made as happy as his sister. But Sir Courtly's complaisance has found a limit. He will not take his old woman home. . THEATRE CHECKS OF THE BEGINNING OF THE REIGN OF JAMES II. (1684, OLD STYLE.) CHAPTER IX. FROM THE ENGLISH REVOLUTION TO THE FRENCH REVOLUTION.-A.D. 1689 to A.D. 1789. THE comedies of William Wycherley were all produced in the reign of Charles II.; those of William Congreve in the reign of William III., Congreve being thirty-two years younger than Wycherley. He was the second son of a Staffordshire gentleman, Richard Congreve, of Congreve and Stretton; was educated at Kilkenny and at Trinity College, Dublin, having at each place among his companions Jonathan Swift, who was about two years his senior. From Dublin Congreve came to London, entered himself of the Middle Temple, went into society, and published when twenty-one a novel written at the age of seventeen. At the same age of twenty-one, in 1693, Congreve saw his first play acted at Drury Lane. It was "The Old Bachelor," which he said he had written "several years before to amuse himself in a slow recovery from a fit of sickness." Dryden said he had never seen such a first play. Betterton and four chief actresses of the day appeared in it. Charles Montague, afterwards Lord Halifax, rewarded the young wit with the office of a commissioner for licensing hackney-coaches. Some twenty years later he obtained also a place in the Pipe Office, and then another place, which was in the Customs and worth six hundred a year. Congreve lived on his private means and the income derived from such patronage, with addition for some years from the theatre, although he professed to write plays only for his amusement. "The Double Dealer" was produced in 1694, with less success than "The Old Bachelor." In 1695 Betterton and other good actors seceded from Drury Lane, and opened a new theatre within a tennis-court in Lincoln's Inn Fields. They made their start with a new comedy by Congreve, "Love for Love," which had a brilliant success. The actors of the new company gave Congreve a share in the profits of the house, besides his author's profits, on condition of his writing for them only, and furnishing a play a year if his health was good enough. His next play was a tragedy, "The Mourning Bride," produced in. 1697-which opens with the often quoted line, "Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast"and this was even more successful than the comedy. His last comedy was "The Way of the World,” in 1700, a comedy excellent of its kind, that fell short of the usual success. A short masque of "The Judgment of Paris," and an opera, "Semele," were written a few years later. He died in January, 1729, aged fifty-seven, and although he published nothing during the last eighteen years of his life, partly, perhaps, because the act of writing was made difficult to him by great weakness of sight, he maintained the foremost reputation among wits and critics. He was kindly. Gay speaks of him as "friendly Congreve, unreproachful man ;" and if fashionable life of the day had been a little wiser than it was, there might have been some gentler feeling joined to the hard, worldly wit of comedy from the man who, in writing a paper for Steele's "Tatler" on the Zara. That gallant Moor in battle lost a friend, Man. She does excuse him; 'tis as I suspected. [To GONSALEZ. Man. I'll have inquiry made; perhaps his friend Man. Garcia, that search shall be your care: It shall be mine to pay devotion here; At this fair shrine to lay my laurels down, For, lingering there, in long suspense she stands, Unused to wait, I broke through her delay, [Exeunt. The scene of the Second Act is the aisle of a temple. Heli is brought by Garcia and Perez to find there Osmyn, who is said there to be mourning his friend's supposed death. They leave him in the Prisoners led off. temple, and await another opportunity of watching Osmyn, that the king's jealousy of Zara may be confirmed and cleared. Almeria has come with Leonora to the temple to repeat her vows at the tomb of Alphonso. Sound as of a distant voice has startled her. de, but he, se dispose him. s my kindness, command. 24 kt so brave, wind her? ered with his behaviour, * 4-2000. his own. No, all is hushed, and still as death.-'Tis dreadful! Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads, By its own weight made steadfast and immovable, But Almeria holds by her purpose, and requires Leonora to leave her when she has led her to Anselmo's tomb. The scene opening, then discovers a place of tombs, with one monument, fronting the view, greater than the rest. Heli seeking Osmyn enters, and, at sound of a distant voice of complaint, follows it. Almeria is brought to the great tomb by Leonora. Leon. Behold the sacred vault, within whose womb Yet fresh and unconsumed by time or worms! Alm. Sure 'tis the friendly yawn of death for me; Shall rest; shows me the grave, where nature, weary My soul, enlarged from its vile bonds, will mount, ALMERIA, LEONORA. OSMYN ascending from the tomb. And growing to his father's shroud, roots up Alm. Mercy! Providence! oh, speak! Comfort me, help me, hold me, hide me, hide me, That motionless I may be still deceived. ALMERIA, LEONORA, OSMYN, and HELI. Leon. Alas, she stirs not yet, nor lifts her eyes! He too is fainting.-Help me, help me, stranger, Whoe'er thou art, and lend thy hand to raise These bodies. I taste her breath, I warmed her and am warmed. Look up, Almeria, bless me with thine eyes; Look on thy love, thy lover, and thy husband. Alm. I've sworn I'll not wed Garcia; why d'ye force me? Is this a father? Osm. Look on thy Alphonso. Thy father is not here, my love, nor Garcia: Nor am I what I seem, but thy Alphonso. Wilt thou not know me ? Hast thou then forgot me? Hast thou thy eyes, yet canst not see Alphonso? Am I so altered, or art thou so changed, To seas beneath, where thou so long hast dwelt. Osm. Oh, I'll not ask, nor answer how, or why To fold thee thus, to press thy balmy lips, And gaze upon thy eyes, is so much joy, Alm. Stay a while Let me look on thee, yet a little more. Osm. And why? what dost thou mean? why dost thou gaze so ? Alm. I know not; 'tis to see thy face, I think— It is too much too much to bear and live! To see him thus again is such profusion Of joy, of bliss-I cannot bear-I must Osm. Thou excellence, thou joy, thou heaven of love! Alm. No, no; thy griefs, I know, have done this to thee. Thou hast wept much, Alphonso; and I fear, Too much, too tenderly, lamented me. Osm. Wrong not my love, to say too tenderly. Why dost thou weep, and hold thee from my arms; |