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755 1 Irish. Bless your sweet face, my jewel, Bel. There are twenty coveys within sight and all those who take your part. Bad luck of my house, and the dogs are in fine order. to myself, if I would noi, with all the veins Capt. B. The gamekeeper is this moment of my heart, split the dew before your feel leading them round. I am fir'd at the sight. in a morning.
[To Belville. Rust. If I do speak a little cross, it's for your honour's good.
By dawn to the downs we repair,
With bosoms right jocund and gay,
And gain more than pheasant or hare-
Gain health by the sports of the day. does this girl do here? Keep back; wait till Mark! mark! to the right hand, preparethe reapers are off the field; do like the other
See Diana!—she points!-see, they risegleaners.
See, they float on the bosom of air!
Hark! the volley resounds to the skies! She is lovely, virtuous, and in want. Let fall
Whilst echo in thunder replies! some ears, that she may glean the more.
In thunder replies,
And resounds to the skies,
Fire away! Fire away! Fire away! let fall. Do as I command you.
But where is my little rustic charmer? O! Rust. There, take the whole field, since his there she is: I am transported. [Aside] Pray, honour chooses it.
brother, is not that the little girl whose dawn[Putting the Corn into her Apron. ing beauty we admired so much last year? Ros. I will not abuse his goodness.
Bel. li is, and more lovely than ever.
I [Retires, gleaning. shall dine in the field with my reapers to-day, 2 Irish. Upon my soul now, his honour's brother: will you share our rural repast, or no churl of the wheat, whale'er he may be have a dinner prepar'd at the manor-house? of the barley ?);
Capt. B. By no means: pray let me be of Bel. [Looking after Rosina] What be- your party; your plan is an admirable one, witching sofiness! There is a blushing, bash- especially if your girls are handsome. ful gentleness, an almost infantine innocence walk round the field, and meet you at dinner in that lovely countenance, which it is im- time. possible to behold without emotion! She turns [Exeunt Belville and Rustie. Captain ibis way: What bloom on that check! 'Tis Belville goes up to Rosina, gleans a few the blushing down of the peach.
Ears, and presents them to her; she
Enter WILLIAM, speaking at the side Scene,
Will. Lead the dogs back, James; the cap
lain won't shoot to day: [Seeing Rustic and In the morning, that blows, Impearl?d with the dew.
Phæbe behind] Indeed, so close! I don't ball
Enter Rustic and PHOEBE.
Rust. That's a good girl! Do as I bid you,
and you shan't want encouragement. The lily's perfume,
[He goes up to the Reapers, and William Or the blossoms of May.
Will. O no, I dare say she won't. So, Mrs. Enter Captain Belville, in a Riding-dress. Phæbe! Capt. B. Good morrow, brother; you are
Phæ. And so, Mr. William, if you go to early abroad.
chat! Bel. My dear Charles, I am happy to see
Will. A new sweetheart, I'll be
sworn; you. True, I find, to the first of September 2). and a pretty comely lad he is: but he's rich,
Capt. B. I meant to have been here last and that's enough to win a woman. night, but one of my wheels broke, and I was Phæ. I don't desarve this of you, William: obliged to sleep at a village six miles distant, but I'm rightly sarved, for being such an easy where I left my chaise, and took a boat down fool. You think, mayhap, I'm at my last the river at day-break. But your corn is not prayers; but you may find yourselt mistaken. off the ground.
Will. You' do right to cry out first; you Del. You know our harvest is late in the think belike that I did not see you take that north; but you will find all the lands clear'd posy from Harry. on the other side the mountain.
Phæ. And you, belike, that I did not catch Capt. B. And pray, brother, how are the you tying up one, of cornflowers and wild ropartridges this season?
ses, for the miller's maid; but Ul be foolid 1) He gives his bread away willingly enough; but he no longer; I have done with you, Mr. Wil
seems to keep his drink all to himscid-Leer being liam.
made from muilt and hops.
Will. I shan't break my heart, Mrs. Phæbe. of September, the beginning of the shooting-scason The miller's maid loves the ground I walk on.
[Goes into the Collage And chang'd them as ost, d'ye see! Dor. I thought so.-Sure, sure, 'tis no sin But of all the fair maidens thai dance on to be old.
Capt. B. You must not judge of me by The maid of the mill for me, others, honest Dorcas. I am sorry for your Phæ. There's fifty young men have told me
misfortunes, and wish to serve you. fine tales,
Dor. And to what, your bonour, may I And call'd me the fairest she:
owe this kindness? But of all the gay wrestlers that sport
Capt. B. You have a charming daughteron the green,
Dor. I thought as much. A vile , wicked Young Harry's the lad for me. man!
[ Aside Will. Her eyes are as black as the sloe in
Capt. B. Beauty like hers might find a the hedge,
thousand resources in London; the moment, Her face like the blossoms in May,
she appears there, she will turn every head. Her teeth are as white as the
Dor. And is your honour sure her ons shorn flock,
won't turn at the same time? Her breath like the new-made bay.
Capt. B. She shall live in affluence, and
take care of you too, Dorcas. Phæ. He's tall and he's straight as the
Dor. I guess your honour's meaning; be poplar tree, His cheeks are as fresh as the
you are mistaken, sir. If I must be a trouble
rose; io the dear child, I had rather owe my bread He looks like a squire of high degree to her labour than her sbame. When drest in his Sunday clothes.
[Goes into the Cottage, and shuts the Door. Will. I've kiss'd and I've prattled, etc. Capt. B. These women astonish me; but Phæ. There's fifty young men, etc.
won't give it up so. [Exeunt on different sides of the Stage.
Enter Rustic, crossing the Stage. Rosina runs ucross the Stage ; CAPTAIN A word with you, Rustic, BELVILLE following her.
Rust. I am in a great burry, your honour: Capt. B. Stay and hear me, Rosina. Why I am going to hasten dinner. will you fatigue yourself thus? Only homely Capt. B. I shan't keep you a minute. Take girls are born to work. — Your obstinacy is these five guineas. vain; you shall bear me.
Rust. For whom, sir? Ros. Why do you stop me, sir? My time Capt. B. For yourself. And this purse. is precious. When the gleaning season is Rust. For whom, sir ?
Capt. B. For Rosina; they say she is is Capt. B. Yes.
distress, and wants assistance. Ros. Will it be any advantage to you to Rust. What pleasure it gives me to se make me lose my day's work?
you so charitable!
You are just like yox Capt. B. Yes.
brother. Ros.' Would it give you pleasure to see Capt. B. Prodigiously. me pass all my days in idleness?
Rust. But why give me money, sir? Capt. B. Yes.
Capt. B. Only io- tell Rosina there is Ros. We differ greatly then, sir. I only person who is very much interested in be wish for so much leisure as makes me return happiness. to my work with fresh spirit. We labour all Rust
. How much you will please bis bar the week, 'tis true; but then how sweet is nour by this! He takes mightily to Rosies, our rest on Sunday!
and prefers ber to all the young women
the parish. Whilst with village maids I stray, Capt. B. Prefers ber! Ah! you sly rogue Sweetly wears the joyous day;
[Laying his Hand on Rustic's Shoulder. Cheerful glows my artless breast,
Kust. Your honour's a wag; but I'm sure Mild content the constant guest.
I meant no harm. Capt. B. Mere prejudice, child; you will Capt. B. Give her the money, and tell her know better. I pity you, and will make your she shall never want a friend; but not a wand fortune.
to my brother. Ros. Let me call my mother, sir: I am young, Rúst. All's safe, your honour. [Exit Cast. and can support myself by, my labour; but Belville] I don't vastly like this business. she is old and helpless, and your charity will the captain's age, this violent charity is a little be well bestow'd.' Please to transfer to her duberous ?). I am his honour's servant, and the bounty you intended for me.
it's my duty to hide nothing from bim.fr Capt. B. Why—as to that
go seek his honour; O, here he comes. Ros. I understand you, sir; your compas
Enter BELVILLE. sion does not extend to old women,
Bel. Well, Rustic, have you any inteft Capt. B. Really—I believe not.
gence to communicate?
Rust. A vast deal, sir. Your brother beEnter DORCAS.
gins to make good use of his money; he bat Ros. You are just come in time, mother. given me these five guineas for myself, and I bave met with a generous gentleman, whose this purse for Rosina. charity inclines him to succour youth.
up my loss ?
Bel. For Rosina! Tis plain he loves her.
ACT II. Aside) Obey him exactly; but as distress
SCENE I. - The sume. enders the mind haughty, and Rosina's situaion requires the utmost delicacy, contrive to
Enter Rustic. secule your commission in such a manner bat she may noi eren suspect from whence Rust. This purse is the plague of my life; he money comes.
I bate money when it is not my own. I'II Rust. I understand your honour.
e'en put in the five guineas he gave me for Bel. Have you gaind any intelligence in myself: I don't want it, and they do. They espect to Rosina?
certainly must find it there. But I bear the Rust. I endeavour'd to get all I could from cottage-door open. [Retires a little. be old woman's grand daughter; but all she new was, that she was no kin to Dorcas, Enter Dorcas and Rosina from the Cottage. and that she had had a good bringing-up; but
Dorcas with a great Basket on her Arm, ere are the labourers.
filled with Skeins of Thread.
Dor. I am just going, Rosina, to carry Enter Dorcas, Rosina, and Phoebe. this thread lo the weaver's. Bel. But I don't see Rosina. Dorcas, you
Ros. This basket is too heavy for you: sust come too, and Phæbe.
pray let me carry it. Dor. We can't deny your honour.
[Takes the Basket from Dorcas, and Ros. I am asham'd; but you command, sir.
sels it down on the Bench. Dor. No, no.
Pervishly. Inter Captain Belville, followed by the Ros. If you love me, only take half; this Reapers.
evening, or to-morrow morning, I will carry
the rest.-[Takes Part of the Skeins out of the el. By this fountain's flow'ry side, Basket and lays them on the Bench, look
Drest in nature's blooming pride, ing affectionately on Dorcas] Tbere, be
Dor. No, my sweet lamb, I am not angry;
Ros. Have you any doubts of my conduct,
Dor. Indeed I have not, love; and yet I
am uneasy. Cos. This is Nature's holiday.
Enter Captain Belville, unperceived. el. Simple Nature ye who prize, Life's fantastic forms despise.
Go back to the reapers, whilst I carry this
thread. ho. Taste our pleasures ye who may,
Ros. I'll go this moment.
Dor. But as I walk but slow, and 'tis a upt. B. Blushing Bell, with downcast eyes,
good way, you may chance to be at home
before me; so take the key.
Ros. I will.
Capt. B. [Aside, while Dorcas feels in
her Pockets for the Key] Rosina to be at ho. Taste our pleasures ye who
home before Dorcas! How lucky! I'll slip in. This is Nature's holiday.
to the house, and wait her coming, if 'tis till ill. He is fond, and she is shy;
midnight. He would kiss her!-fie!-ch, fie!
[He goes unperceived by them into the Cottage. Mind thy sickle, let her be;
Dor. Let nobody go into the house.
Ros. I'll take care; but first I'll double-lock By and by she'll follow thee.
the door. ho. Busy censors, hence, away;
[While she is locking the Door, Dorcas, This is Nalure's holiday.
going to take up the Basket, sees the Purse.
Dor. Good lack! What is here! a purse, Now we'll quaffthe nut-brown ale,
as I live! ust. Then we'll tell the sportive tale;
Ros. How ! or.
All is jest, and all is glee,
Dor. Come, and see; 'lis a purse indeed.
Ros. Heav'ns! 'tis full of gold. ho. Taste our pleasures ye who may, Dor. We must put up a bill at the churchThis is Nature's holiday.
gate, and restore it to the owner. The best Lads and lasses, all advance,
way is to carry the money to his honour, "hæ. Carol blithe, and form the dance;
and get him to keep it till the owner is found. ish Girl. Trip it lightly while you may,
You shall go with it, love.
Ros. Pray excuse me, I always blush so.
Dor. 'Tis nothing but childishness: but his ho. Trip it lightly while you may, honour will like your bashfulness better than This is Nature's holiday. too much courage.
[Erit. All rise; the Dancers come down the Stage Ros. I cannot support his presence-my through the Sheaves of Corn, which are embarrassment-my confusion-a stronger senremoved; the Dance begins, and finishes sation than that of gratitude agitates my heart. The Act.
- Yet hope in my situation were madness.
If chance some fairing caught her eye, Sweet transports, gentle wishes go!
The riband gay or silken glove, In vain his charms have gain'd my heart; With eager haste I ran to buy; Since fortune, still to love a foe,
For what is gold compard to love? And cruel duty, bid us part.
My posy on her bosom plac'd, Ah! why does duly chain the mind,
Could Harry's sweeter scents exhale! And part those souls which love has join'd?
Her auburn locks my riband grac'd,
And flutter'd in the wanton gale.
With scorn she hears me now complain, that has lost a purse?
Nor can my rustic presenls more: Will. I knows nothing about it.
Her heart presers a richer swain, Ros. Dorcas, however, has found one.
And gold, alas! has banish'd love, Will. So much the beller for she.
Will. [Coming back] Let's part friends Ros. You will oblige me very much if you howsomever. Bye?), Phæbe: I shall alwaje will carry it to Mr. Belville, and beg him to wish you well. keep it till the owner is found.
Pha. Bye, VVilliam. Will. Since you desire it, I'll go: it shan't [Cries, wiping her Eyes with her Apron be the lighter for my carrying:
Will. My heart begins to melt a biele Ros. That I am sure of, William. [Exit. [.Aside] I lov'd you very well once,
Pbales Enter PHOEBE.
but you are grown so cross, and bare soch
vagariesPhæ. There's William; but I'll pretend not Phæ. I'm sure I never had no ragaris to see him.
with you, William. But go; maybap het
may be angry. Henry culld the flow'ret's bloom,
Will. And who cares for she? I never Marian lov'd the soft perfume,
minded her anger, nor her coaxing neiter, Had playful kiss'd, but prudence near till you were cross to me. Whisper'd timely in her ear,
Pha. [Holding up her Hands] O the Simple Marian, ah! beware;
ther! I cross to you, William? Touch them not, for love is there.
Will. Did not you tell me, this very mortThrows away her Nosegay. While she is ing, as how you had done wi' me?
singing, William turns, looks at her, Phæ. One word's as good as a thousand whistlrs, and plays with his Stick. Do you love me, William? Will. That's Harry's posy; the slut likes Vill. Do I love thee? Do I love dane me still.
on the green better than thrashing in D Phæ. That's a copy of his countenance, I'm barn? Do I 'love a wake; or a barrest-bone" sartin; he can no more help following me nor Phæ. Then I'll never speak to Harry az he can be hang'd.
the longest day I have to live. [Aside. William crosses again, singing. Will. I'll turn my back o'the miller's ral Of all the fair maidens that dance on the green, the first time I meet her. The maid of the mill for me.
Phæ. Will you indeed, and indeed? Phæ. I'm ready to choke wi' madness; but Will. Marry will l; and more nor I'll not speak first, an 1 die for't.
80 speak io the parson this moment is [William sings, throwing up his Stick happier-zooks, I'm happier nor a lord osa and catching it.
squire of five buodred a year. Will. Her eyes are as black as the sloe in the bedge,
Duett. -- Phoebe and WILLJAN. Her face like the blossoms in May. Phæ. In gaudy courls, with aching hearts. Phæ. I can't bear it no longer-you vile,
The great at fortune rail: ungrateful, parfidious – But it's no matter- The hills may higher honours claim, I can't think' what I could see in you-Harry
But peace is in the rale. loves me, and is a thousand times more hand.. [Sings, sobbing at every Word.
Will. See high-born dames, in rooms of stuit Of all the gay wrestlers that spost on ibe green,
With midnight revels pale; Young Harry's the lad for me.
No youth admires their fading charni Will. He's yonder a reaping: shall I call
For beauty's in tbe vale, him?
(Offers to go. Both. Amid the shades the virgin's sighs Phọ. My grandmother leads me the life
Add fragrance to the gale: of a dog; and it's all along of you.
So they that will may take the bill, Will. Well, then she'll be better temper'd
Since love is in the sale.
[Ereunt, Arm in 4 Phæ. I did not value her scolding of a
Enter BelvilLE. brass farthing, when I thought as how you Brl. I tremble at the impression this los
girl has made on my heari. My cheerium Will. Wasn't I true to you? Look in my las left me, and I am grown insensible e face, and say that.
to the delicious pleasure of makinsg those laps
who depend on my protection. When bidden to the wake or fair,
The joy of each frec-hearted swain, Ere bright Rosina met my eyes, Till Pbebe promis'd to be there,
How peaceful pass'd the joyous day! I loiter'd, last of all the train.
1) Good bye,-shortened from good be with yo
were true lo me.
In rural sports I gaind the prize,
Bel. To what motive do I owe this tender Each virgin listen'd to my say.
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 ?
Duett. · Belville and Rosina.
Bel. [Taking her Hand] For you, my sweet
maid, nay, be not fraid, When blasted by the lightning's power,
[Ros. withdraws her Hand. Nor charms the eye, nor shades the swain. I feel an assection 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 shame Gleaners pass the Stage, with sheaves of Bel. Why thus timid, Rosina? still safe by
Corn on their Heuds ; last Rosina, who
Let me be your guardian, protector, and guide,
Ros. My timid heart pants
ts — still sale by Light as thistle-down moving, which floats on the air,
Be you my protector, my guardian, iny 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 my head, 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? I'll your mind which breaks through the lovely steal softly--at this moment I may gaze on simplicity of your deporlment, 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. 4. full on this spot; lei 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
made me its beams-yes-that will do—But if he should wish to sigh in secret over my misfortunes. wake-[Takes the Riband from her Bosom, Bel. [Eagerly] They are at an end. and tios ,the Branches together] How my Ros. "Dorcas approaches, sir! she can best heart beats!
One look more - - Åh! I bare relate my melancholy slory. Di wak'd him.
Enter DORCAS. [She flies, and endeavours to hide her
self against the Door of the Cottage, Dor. His 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'il. (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
[Eicit Rosina, with the Basket. on the lovely Rosina's bosom
Bel. Rosina bas referr'd me to you, Dor[He rises, and goes toward the Cottage. cas, for an account of her birth, which I have
Ros. I will hide myself in the house. (Ro- long suspected to be above her present situasina, opening the Door, sces 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, eslale was seiz'd for a morigage of not half 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 por-
Bel. And her father?
[Looking round. with him. The ship was lost, and they, with Bel. Don't be alarm'd, 'twas my brother, all the little means they had, went to the be 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 initate your virtues? Why was he 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
Ros. Forgive me, sir; I did not mean to Dor. Martin; colonel Martin.
you. I only meant to shade you from Bel. I am loo happy; he was the friend the too great heat of the sun.
of my father's heart: a thousand times have