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Who seem the murderers, kneel weeping by; The words of joy and peace; warm thy cold Feeling remorse too late for what they've done.
beauties But, oh, forbear-lift up your eyes no more; With the new flushing ardour of my cheek; But haste away, fly from this fatal place, Into thy lips pour the soft trickling balm Where iniseries are multiplied; return,
Of cordial sighs, and re-inspire thy bosom Return, and look not on; for there's a dagger With the breath of love. Shine, awake, AL Ready to stab the sight, and make your eyes
meria, Rain blood
Give a new birth to thy long-shaded eyes,
Alm. Where am I? Heaven! what does this What, dead at last ? quite, quite, for ever dead?
dream intend ? There, there, I see him; there he lies, the blood Alph. Oh, may'st thou never dream of love Yet bubbling from his wounds—Oh, more than
Nor ever wake to less substantial joys. Had they or hearts or eyes that did this deed ? Alm. Given me again from death! Oh, all yo Could eyes endure to guide such cruel hands?
powers, Are not my eyes guilty alike with theirs,
Confirm this miracle! Can I believe That thus can gaze, and yet not turn to stone ? My sight against my sight? and shall I trust I do not weep! The springs of tears are That sense, which in one instant shows his
dead And of a sudden I am calm, as if
And living ?-Yes, I will; I've been abus'd All things were well; and yet my husband's With apparitions and affrighting phantoms: murder'd!
This is my lord, my life, my only husband, Yes, yes, I know to mourn! I'll sluice this heart, I have him now, and we no more will part. The source of wo, and let the torrent loose. My father, too, shall have compassion-Those men have left to weep! they look on Alph. Oh, my heart's comfort, 'tis not given to me !
this I hope they murder all on whom they look. Frail life to be entirely bless'd. E'en now, Behold me well: your bloody hands have err’d, In this extremest joy my soul can taste, And wrongfully have slain those innocents : Yet I am dash'd to think that thou must weep; I am the sacrifice design'd to bleed,
Thy father fell where he design'd my death. And come prepar'd to yield my throat—They Gonsalez and Alonzo, both of wounds shake
Expiring, have, with their last breath, confess'd Their heads in sign of grief and innocence! The just decrees of Heaven, which on them [They point at the borol on the ground.
selves And point! What mean they? Ha! a cup! Has turn’d their own most bloody purposes, Oh, well,
Nay, I must grant, 'tis fit you should be thusI understand what medicine has been here.
(She retp Oh, noble thirst! yet greedy, to drink all- Let 'em remove the body from her sight. LOh, for another draught of death—What Il-fated Zara! Ha! a cup! Alas! mean they?
Thy error then is plain! but I were flint [They point at the other cup. Not to o'erflow in tribute to thy memory Ha! point again! 'tis there, and full, I hope. Oh, Garcia Thanks to the liberal hand that fill'd thee thus; Whose virtue has renounc'd thy father's crimes, I'll drink my glad acknowledgment
Seest thou how just the hand of Heaven bas Leon. Oh, hold,
been ? For mercy's sake, upon my knee I beg
Let us, who through our innocence survive, Alm. With thee the kneeling world should beg Still in the paths of honour persevere, in vain.
And not from past or present ills despair ; Seest thou not there ? Behold who prostrate For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds; lies,
And though a late, a sure reward succeeds. And pleads against thee; who shall then prevail ?
(Eseunt omnt. Yet I will take a cold and parting leave From his pale lips; I'll kiss him ere 1 drink, Lest the rank juice should blister on my mouth, And stain the colour of my last adieu. Horror! a headless trunk! nor lips, nor face,
EPILOGUE. [Coming near the body, starts, and lets
fall the cup: But spouting veins, and mangled flesh! Oh, oh!
The tragedy thus done, I am, you know, Enter ALPHONSO, Heli, Perez, with Garcia No more a princess, but in statu quo ; Prisoner. Guards and Attendants.
And now as unconcern'd this mourning wear,
As if indeed a widow or an heir. Alph. Away, stand off, where is she ? let me I've leisure, now, to mark your several faces, fly,
And know each critic by his sour grimaces. Save her from death, and snatch her to my heart. To poison plays, I see them where they sit, Alm. Oh!
Scatter'd like ratsbane up and down the pit ; Alph Forbear! my arms alone shall hold While others watch, like parish searchers hird,
To tell of what disease the play expir'd. Warm her to life, and wake her into gladness. Oh, with what joy they run to spread the news Oh, let me talk to thy reviving sense
Of a damn'd poet and departed muse !
SPOKEN BY ALMERIA.
But if he 'scape, with what regret they're seiz'd! | To whose rich cargo they may make pretence,
And therefore to the fair commends his cause.
find, That some well-laden ship may strike the sands, / Which was an offering to the sex design'd.
Vol. I. ... 4 Z
THE CLANDESTINE MARRIAGE:
IN FIVE ACTS.
BY GARRICK AND COLMAN.
REMARKS This comedy was produced at Drury-lane Theatre early in 1766, being the joint production f Garrick and the elder Colman. It is recorded by Davies, that no dramatic piece, since the days of Beaumont and Fletcher, had been written by two authors, in which wit, fancy, and humour, were so happily blended the part of Lord Ogleby, principally written by Mr. Garrick, was intended for himself; but in consequence of his increasing infirmities, it devolved on Mr. King, who gave it that marked and brilliant originality which distinguished his acting from the traits of character throughout this play, may be derived much useful reflection. The mercenary maxims and views of Sterling, the vulgar consequence of Mrs. Heidelberg, and the meanness of Miss Sterling; are well set off by the solicitudes of the amiable Fanny and her husband; the eccentricities of Lord Ogleby and his Skin non-descript; and the agreeable variety of the subordinate characters.
Bet. Dear Ma'am, you may depend upon me.
There is not a more trustier creature on ibe face SCENE I.- A Room in STERLING's House. of the earth than I am. Though I say it, I am as Enter Miss Fanny, and Betty, mecting.
secret as the grave—and if it is never told till I tell
it, it may remain untold till doomsday for Betty Bet. (Running in.] Ma'am! Miss Fanny ! Fun. "I know you are faithful- but in our cirMa'am!
cumstances we cannot be too careful. Fan. What's the matter, Betty?
Bet. Very true, Ma'am! and yet I vow and Bet. Oh la! Ma'am! as sure as I am alive, protest there's more plague than pleasure with a here is your husband—I saw him crossing the secret; especially if a body mayn'i mention it to court-vard in his boots.
four or five of one's particular acquaintance. Fan. I'm glad to hear it. But pray now, my Fan. Do but keep this secret a little while dear Betty, be cautious. Don't mention that word longer, and then I hope you may mention it to again on any account. You know we have agreed any body.-Mr. Lovewell will acquaint the faminever to drop any expressions of that sort, for fear ly with the nature of our situation as soon as poor of an accident.
Bet. The sooner the better, I believe; for if he Fan. End how it will, I am resolved it shall does not tell it, there 's a little tell-tale, I know of, end soon–very soon. I would not live another will come and tell it for him.
week in this agony of mind, to be mistress of the Fan. Fy, Betty!
[Blushes. universe. Bet. Ah! you may well blush. But you're not Love. Do not be too violent neither. Do not let 50 sick, and so pale, and so wan, and so many us disturb the joy of your sister's marriage with qualms
the tumult this matter may occasion - 1 have Fan. Have done! I shall be quite angry with brought letters from Lord Ogleby and Sir John you.
Melvil to Mr. Sterling. They will be here this
Love. Why so
Fan. But directly. Bet. Me reveal it If I say a word, I wish I Love. In a few days, you may depend on it. may be burned. I would not do you any harm for Fan. To-night-or to-morrow morning. the world—and as for Mr. Lovewell, l'am sure I Love. That, I fear, will be impracticable. have loved the dear gentleman ever since he got a Fan. Nay, but you must. tide-waiter's place for my brother.-But let me tell Love. Must! why? you both, you must leave off your soft looks to each Fan. Indeed you must-I have the most alarmother, and your whispers, and your glances, and ing reasons for it
Lore. Not tell me?
Bet. Well, well-nobody hears me.-Man and shall be acquainted with every thing:
covered !—What can this mean? Is it possible Love. (Within.) William!
you can have any reasons that need be concealed Bet. Hark! I hear your husband
from me? Fan. What!
Fan. Do not disturb yourself with conjectures Bet. I say here comes Mr. Lovewell.–Mind but rest assured, that though you are unable to the caution I give you, I'll be whipped now if divine the cause, the consequence of a discovery, you are not the first person he sees or speaks to in be it what it will, cannot be attended with half the family. However, if you choose it, it's nothing the miseries of the present interval. at all to me--as you sow, so you must reapas you Lore. You put me upon the rack- I would do brew, so you must bake.-I'll e'en slip down the any thing to make you easy.--But you know your back stairs, and leave you together. (Erit. father's temper—Money (you will excuse my
Fan. I see, I see, I shall never have a moment's frankness) is the spring of all his actions, which ease till our marriage is made public. New dis- nothing but the idea of acquiring nobility or magtresses crowd in upon me every day. The solici- nificence, can ever make him forego-and these he tude of my mind sinks my spirits, preys upon my thinks his money will purchase. You know too, health, and destroys every comfort of my life. It your aunt's, Mrs. Heidelberg's, notions of the shall be revealed, let what will be the consequence. splendour of high life; her contempt for everything
that does not relish of what she calls quality; and Enter LOVEWELL.
that from the vast fortune in her hands, by her late
husband, she absolutely governs Mr. Sterling and Love. My love !-How's this ?-In tears ?- the whole family. Now if they should come to Indeed this is too much. You promised me to the knowledge of this affair too abruptly, they support your spirits, and to wait the determination might perhaps be incensed beyond all hopes of of our fortune with patience. For my sake, for reconciliation. your own, be comforted! Why will you study to Fan. Manage it your own way. I am persuaded. add to our uneasiness and perplexity ?
Love. But in the mean time make yourself easy. Fan. Oh, Mr. Lovewell, the indelicacy of a Fan. As easy as I can, I will.-We had better secret marriage grows every day more and more not remain together any longer at present.shocking to me. I walk about the house like a guilty wretch: I imagine myself the object of the
Enter STERLING, as she is going. suspicion of the whole family, and am under the Ster. Hey-day! who have we got here? perpetual terrors of a shameful detection.
Fan. [Confused.) Mr. Lovewell, Sir. Love. Indeed, indeed, you are to blame. The Ster. And where are you going, hussy? amiable delicacy of your temper, and your quick Fan. To my sister's chamber, Sir. (Erit. sensibility, only serve to make you unhappy: - TO Ster. Ah, Lovewell! What! always getting clear up this affair properly to Mr. Sterling, is the my foolish girl yonder into a corner ?-Wellcontinual employment of my thoughts. Every well-let us bul once see her eldest sister fast thing now is in a fair train. It begins to grow married to Sir John Melvil, we'll soon provide a ripe for a discovery; and I have no doubt of its good husband for Fanny, I warrant you. concluding to the satisfaction of ourselves, of your Love. Would to Heaven, Sir, you would profather, and the whole family.
vide her one of my recommendation !
Ster. Yourself! eh, Lovewell ?
Ster. Have you seen the currants, the soap, Love. With your pleasure, Sir.
and madeira, safe in the warehouse? Have you Ster. Mighty well!
compared the goods with the invoice and bills of
Ster. And how are stocks ?
Ster. Well, well-some good news from Ame-
bring you their commands. Here are letters from Love. My pretensions to fortune, indeed, are both of them.
(Giring letters, but moderate ; but though not equal to splendour, Ster. Let me see- let me see Slife, how his sufficient to keep us above distress.-Add to which, lordship’s letter is perfumed !- It takes my breath that I hope by diligence to increase it—and have away. (Opening it.) And French paper too! love, honour
with a slippery gloss on it that dazzles one's eyes. Ster. But not the stuff, Lovewell !-Add one - My dear Mr. Sterling-(Reading 1-Mercy little round 0 to the sum total of your fortune, and on me! his lordship writes a worse hand than a that will be the finest thing you can say to me.- hoy at bis exercise. --But how's this ?-Eh_ You know I've a regard for you-would do any With you to-night-Lawyers to-morrow morning thing to serve you—any thing on the footing of -To-night !-that's sudden, indeed—Where's friendship-but
my sister Heidelberg ? She should know of this
Love. But where the happiness of a daughter is They shall eat gold—and drink gold- and lie in at stake, you would not scruple, sure, to sacrifice gold. -Here, cook! butler! (Calling:) What a little to her inclinations.
signifies your birth, and education, and titles Ster. Inclinations! why you would not persuade Money, money!-that's the stuff that makes the me that the girl is in love with you-eh, Lovewell ? great man in this country.
Lov. I cannot absolutely answer for Miss Fanny, Love. Very true, Sir. Sir; but am sure that the chief happiness or Ster. True, Sir!- Why then have done with misery of my life depends entirely upon her. your nonsense of love and matrimony. You're not
Ster. Why, indeed, now if your kinsman, Lord rich enough to think of a wife yet. A man of basi Ogleby, would come down handsomely for you— ness should mind nothing but his business—Where but that's impossible—No, no,—twill never dom are these fellows? John! Thomas !- Calling.) I must hear no more of this—Come, Lovewell, Get an estate, and a wife will follow of course-Ah! promise me that I shall hear no more of this. Lovewell! an English merchant is the most re
Love. (Hesitating.) I am afraid, Sir, I should spectable character in the universe. — 'Slife, man, not be able to keep my word with you, if I did a rich English merchant may make himself a promise you.
match for the daughter of a nabob. - Where are Ster. Why, you would not offer to marry her all my rascals ?-Here, William!- [Erit, calling. without my consent ! would you, Lovewell? Love. So-as / suspected.-Quite averse to the Love. Marry her, Sir!
(Confused. match, and likely to receive the news of it with Ster. Ay, marry her, Sir!-I know very well, great displeasure.- What 's best to be done ?that a warm speech or two from such a dangerous Let me see-Suppose I get Sir John Melvil to young spark as you are, would go much further interest himself in this affair. He may mention it towards persuading a silly girl to do what she has to Lord Ogleby with a better grace than I can, more than a month's mind to do, than twenty and more probably prevail on him to interfere in grave lectures from fathers, or mothers, or uncles, it. I can open my mind also more freely to Sir or aunts, to prevent her. But you would not, sure, John. He told me, when I left him in town, that be such a base fellow, such a treacherous young he had something of consequence to communicate, rogue, as to seduce my daughter's affections, and and that I could be of use to him. I am glad of destroy the peace of my family in that manner.- it: for the confidence he reposes in me, and the I must insist on it, that you give me your word service I may do him, will ensure me his good not to marry her without my consent.
offices.-Poor Fanny! it hurts me to see her so Love. Sir-1-1-as to that-1-1-beg, Sir- uneasy, and her making a mystery of the cause Pray, Sir, excuse me on this subject at present. adds to my anxiety.--Something must be done
Ster. Promise then, that you will carry this upon her account; for, at all events, her solicitude xatter no further without my approbation.
shall be removed.
[Erit. Love. You may depend on it, Sir, that it shall go no further.
SCENE II.—Miss STERLING's Dressing Room Ster. Well-well--that's enough-I'll take care of the rest, I warrant you.-Come, come,
Miss STERLING and FANNY, discorered. ret's have done with this nonsense !- What's do- Miss S. O, my dear sister, say no more! - This ing in town ?-Any news upon 'Change ? is downright hypocrisy.—You shall never cooLove. Nothing material.
vince me that you don't envy me beyond measure.