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child—as a lady, you shall take the fork, I'll use the spoon, and the knife shall be considered, like the fortunes in the Agapemone, common to all. Now, allow me to help you.
Mary. [bringing the chicken.] But I want a plate to put the chicken on.
Peter. Are plates absolutely necessary, eh i
Peter. I have it! here's the bill of a theatre to let—put the chicken on it, and we'll consider it dished.
Mary. Well, all is ready, now to supper.
Peter. I'm enchanted. f They sit.
Mary. There's no bread. But stay, I've some captain's biscuits.
Peter. They are heavy for the stomach, but never mind, let us enjoy ourselves. [Beginning supper.] Well, you will allow this is the strangest— Would you do me the favor to lend me your fork?
Mary. With pleasure. [Gives it] And [tears a second play-bill in two] here's my plate.
Peter. Allow me. [Melps her.] Well, fate is strange and capricious. Now, if any one had told me this morning that I should have supped with a lovely young girl tete-a-tete—
Mary. Well, it's nothing very extraordinary or frightful for you.
Peter. [eating.] Oh! my poor chest. [Aside.] I have certainly a palpitation of the heart! I wish she wouldn't look at me so.
[Pours out water.
Mary. I beg your pardon, but you will leave me no water.
Peter. I require it all—I've a fire to extinguish.
Mary. Well, your situation may bo strange, but mine is far more so, to pass a night in a bachelor's apartment, tete-a-tcte with a young man within a few days of my marriage.
Peter. Indeed! you are then about to be married? Of courso it's a love match t Heigho!
Mary. Why—that is—my intended is a very respectable, tolerably well-looking young man.
Peter. But his mind—that is the point.
Mary. Oh! you mean his wit—his cleverness! as to that he has given good' proofs by cutting out a rival who had prior right to my hand.
Peter. And was the latter fool enough to allow himself to be supplanted f May I ask you to lend me the knife f
Mary. [laughs.] Oh! he made way for him in the most amiable manner. Will you lend me your spoon?
Peter. I drink to the health, not of mine, but your spoon, for he must have been one to have thus given you up. [They laugh.
Mary. He must have been rather soft.
Peter. Do tell me all about it—it will amuse me, [aside] and keep me from thinking of more dangerous matters.
Mary. You must know, then, I live at Reading—
Peter. At Reading i how very odd.
Mary. I live there with my aunt—
Peter. Strange coincidence!
Mary. Indeed, I have a small property in the neighborhood which I inherit from an old uncle who died in India—the knife, if you please—he left it to mo on condition that I should marry my cousin; if not, I am to forfeit it, unless, indeed, he rejects me—
Peter. [uneasily.] Stay, stay—I would ask—
Mary. Nay, don't mterrupt me. r Well, you see this condition did not at all daunt my young man.
Peter. Hem! the clever young man you spoke i of I [ Aside. J Li ang him!
Mary. Yes! so he arranged so well, that the other—
Peter. Meaning the soft fool, your cousin i
Mary. Has formally rejected me and thus made the property mine. Ha, ha, ha!
Peter. [aside. ] Double Iago!
Mary. But you can never guess the mode he took to effect his object. You would die with laughing if you heard it.
Peter. [savagely.] I've no doubt I should—pray tell it me—you've no idea how interested I am. *
Mary. Imagine, he made poor Peter believe—
Mary. Yes, Peter—poor Peter, as Edward calls him—he made him believe ho was m a consumption. Ha, ha, ha!
Peter. [dropping hisglass.] And he made him believe this without any foundation? Ha, ha, ha!
Mary. To be sure he did, and poor Peter Follet swallowed it all, and at once fancied himself an invalid.
Peter. And you really think there was nothing the matter with him?
Mary. No more than there is with you or me; so to get rid of him, Edward Brown—
Peter. Hang Edward Brown!
Mary. Now come—it's not a pretty name, but it's not so bad—well, to get rid of him, he sent him traveling to every watering-place in England, and next month means to send him to Madeira—is it not funny i
[ She laughs heartily. Peter tries, but fails.
Peter. [aside.] I shall choke with rage. [Aloud.] Devilish funny! [Aside.] What an ass I have been!
Mary. The poor fellow is only allowed to eat vegetables and drink water; he goes to roost with the cocks and hens. Oh, can you conceive how a man can be—
Peter. Such a d d fool!
Mary. [laughing.] Nay, don't be too severe on the unfortunate simpleton.
Peter. [in a rage, forgetting himself] Yes, I'll soon show him I'm no invalid!
Mary. Gracious goodness! what's the matter?
Peter. [in a gruff voice, walking up and down.] Yes, yes! I'll show him my strength is not gone! I'll annihilate him—me consumptive, indeed!
Mary. [alarmed.] Do tell me, sir—I'm afraid I've offended you. [Aside.] He's decidedly mad.
Peter. Then I may indulge m my fondest dreams. Oh, Charlotte, Mary, Jane, how I have slighted thee; but I'll make up for it all now—yes, I can drink, too. [Pours out two glasses rapidly and drinks them.) Devilish good, upon my life.
Mary. [aside.] Unhappy lunatic! he's evidently a drunkard also.
Peter. Yes, I don't care; I can—
[ Walks up to her.
Mary. [frightened.] Sir—sir! [Retreats.
Peter. Send me to Madeira, indeed! Diet me on green food—fool that I have been—egad, I'll begin a new life! [Rushes al Mary, who runs screaming round the table; he pursues her; she throws down the chairs; he jumps over them; by accident he breaks the dispatch box; she seizes the key and rushes to the door.
Mary. Thank providence, I'm saved!
Peter. No, no, I'll not let you. [Runs after her; slips over a chair ; falls into a seat.] Oh, oh! I've sprained my ankle—I've laiued myself for life.
Mary. I'm glad of it.
Peter. I can't move.
Mary. Serves you right.
Peter, [cries as if in great pain.] Oh, oh!
Mary. Poor fellow!
Peter. No, go along; mock me as much as you like.
Mary. I don't mock you; I'm really very sorry. Do I look like a savage i
Peter. No, I wish you did, and then I should not regret your departure so much. Good-by!
Mary. Nay! I won't go while you are in pain.
Peter. How kind' [Aside.] Hang it, she's the loveliest woman I ever saw! Charlotte is not to be compared to her.
Mary. Lean on my arm.
Peter. To be sure I will—the lovely arm.
[ Tries to embrace her.
Mary. Be quiet! If you are not I'll leave you.
Peter. What! would you leave a poor, helpless, lame-for-life wretch to try and walk, and—
Mary. Certainly not—lean ou me.
Peter. Ah, happy, happy Edward Brown! I suppose he is all perfection in your eyes; his dark locks—
Mary. Pardon me; he has light hair.
Peter. Ah, carrots! I have you there. I know something of him; rather knock-kneed—speaks with a Scotch accent, and takes snuff all day.
Mary. Why, I must confess—but I must not listen to this. [Takes away Iier arm; he affects to be falling; she runs up and gives it him again.
Peter. Now instead of this poor devil, if you would only deign to look upon a handsome, fresh, strong, hearty young man—you understand? hem!
Peter. Good fortune, good address, well known in London, ami considered, I think, rather favorably by his friends.
Mary. And where am I to find this paragon?
Peter, [falling on his knees.] Here, here, here!
Peter, [starting up.] No buts; I have been a butt long enough. Yes, my friend, Edward Brown.
Mary. You are then—
Peter. Hush! [A knock at the door. ] Some one knocks.
Mary. It's Edward Brown.
Peter. Yes, Edward —done Brown!
Voice, [outside.] Miss Mary, are you ready f I've a cab at the door.
Mary. La, I had forgotten all about him.
Peter. Had you 1 That's all right, then.
Voice, [outside.] The cabman can't wait—so make haste; the train starts in twenty minutes.
Peter, [in a gruff voice.] You may send him away—we shan't go.
Voice, [outside.] Holloa, what's that f A man locked up in Mary's room
Peter. You mistake, my excellent friend, Mary is locked up in mine.
Voice, [outside.] Villain, villain!
Peter. Pray be calm; Vm not in a passion.
Voice, [outside.] If I were only inside, I'd—
Peter. You'll get cooler outside.
Voice, [outside.] Tell me your name. I insist on satisfaction! Your name, sir, I say!
Peter, [thrusting his card under the door.] There it is. Peter Follet, at your service—late your consumptive patient.
Mary. Yes, my dear cousin Peter.
Voice, [bealing and kicking the door.] Done! By all the powers I'm done—
Peter. Aye, done and done; enough between two gentlemen; but it's a cowardly trick to strike and kick a poor inoffensive door.
Mary. Then after all you are—
Peter. Your cousin Peter; rather soft, perhaps— rather easily deceived on some points—but no longer an invalid; strong as a horse, and as to love I'm— [Rushes towards her.
Mary, [surprised.] But what has become of your lameness?
Peter, [capering about.] My darling little wife that is to Dc—oh!
Mary, [slyly.] Your wife? You have then got over your fear of matrimony f
Peter. What! after talking with you, supping with you, singing with you, and—eh! you won't say no?
Mary. I will not, but still this has been such a queer courtship.
Peter. But still it may have an agreeable termination if you and our friends before us will excuse any little impropriety that may have resulted from being " Locked In With A Lady."
Casts Of Characters, Stage Business, Costumes, Relative Positions. &c.
JHE ]4oME j3lF(CJ-E, pRIV^TE fHEATRICyU^, /ND THE ^/vtEF(ICAN Jstaqe.
Entered according to Act of Congress, In the year 1876, by Wheat & Cornett, In the Office
BY WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.
CASX OK CHAR.ACTKR.K.
Drury Lane. Booth's,
Hamlet Mr. Macready. Mr. Edwin Booth.
Claudius "PowelL "H. F. Daly
Polonius '* Terry. "J. Stark.
Jjaerte* "Mercer. "J. Wheelock.
Horatio "Archer. "F. G. Maynard.
Rosencrantz "Webster. "G. F. Learock.
Guildenslern "Coveney. "J, P. Denel.
Osrick Penley. '* N. Deeker.
Priest "S. W.Glenn.
Marcellus *' King. "C. Rosene.
Bernardo '* Howell. •' G. Gerham.
Francisco •• Tuinour. "J.Taylor.
Pirtt Actor M S. France.
Second Actor "R. Skid more.
Pirst (rrate-Dioger "Dowteh. "R. Pateuian.
Second Orate-Owner "Hughes. "J. Sefton.
Ghost of Handelt Father. " Wallock. "H. A. Weaver.
Queen Mrt. Glover. Miss Marv Wells.
Ophelia Miss Povey. "Bella Pateman.
Actress Master Frank Little.
Noblet, Lords Courtiers. Ladies. Ouards. Pages, Priests, etc.
Birrs aKO EirrRAnCkS.—R. means Rhrht; L. Left; R. D. Richt Door; L. D. Lea Door; S. E. Seeond Entrance; V. E. Upper Entrance; Jf. D. Middle Door. Relative Positions.—R. means RlRht; L. Left; C. Centre; R. C. Right Centre; L. C. Left Centre, Ac. The reader l a supposed to be on the
Scene I.—Elsinore. A Platjorm near the Palace. Night. Francisco at his post. R.
Enter Bernardo, L.
Tier. [L.] Who's there?
Fran. Nay, answer me; stand, and unfold
Fran. You come most carefully upon your hour.
Ber. [L. c.] 'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco.
Fran. [R. c.] For this relief, much thanks; 'tis bitter cold, And I am sick at heart.
Ber. Have you had quiet guard?
Fran. [l. c.] Not a mouse stirring.
Ber. [r.] Well, good night.
Fran. I think I hear them. Stand, ho! [l.] Who is there 1
Enter Horatio and Marcellus, L.
Hor. [l.] Friends to this ground.
Mar. [r.] And liegemen to the Dane.
Fran. Give you good night.
Mar. Oh, farewell, honest soldier! Who hath relieved you 1
Fran. Bernardo hath my place. Give you good night. [Exit L.
Mar. Holloa! Bernardo!
Hor. A piece of him. [ Giving his hand.
Ber. Welcome, Horatjo; welcome. good Marcellus.
Hor. What, has this thing appeared again tonight?
Ber. I have seen nothing.
Mar. [l. c.] Horatio says'tis but our fantasy, And will not let belief take hold of him, Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us; Therefore I have entreated bim along With us to watch the minutes of this night, That, if again this apparition come, He may approve our eyes and speak to it.
Hor. [r. c.] Tush! tush! 'twill not appear.
Ber. Come, let us once again assail your ears, That are so fortified against our story, What we two nights have seen.
Hor. [c.] Well, let us hear Bernardo speak of this.
Ber. Last night of all, When yon same star, that's westward from the pole,
Had made his course to illume that part of heaven
Enter Ghost, L. Ber. In the same figure, like the king that's dead.
Hor. [r. c.] Most like—it harrows me with
fear and wonder. Ber. It would be spoke to. Mar. Speak to it, Horatio. Hor. What art thou, that usurp'sl this time of
Together with that fair aud warlike form,
Mar. It is offended
Ber. See! it stalks away.
Hor. Stay; speak, speak, I charge thee, speak!
[Exit Ghost, R.
Is not this something more than fantasy?
Hor. [r.] I might not this believe,
Mar. [c. ] Is it not like the king?
Hor. As thou art to thyself;
Mar. Thus, twice before, and jump at this dead hour,
With martial stalk ho hath gone by our watch. Hor. In what particular thought to work I know not;
But in the gross and scope of mine opinion,
Re-enter Ghost, L.
But soft; behold! lo, where it comes again!
I'll cross it, though it blast me. [ghost crosses
to R. ] Stay, illusion! If thou hast any sound or use of voice, Speak to me! [ghost stops at R.
If there be any good thing to be done,
Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
Mar. 'Tis gone!
Bar. It was about to speak when the cock crew.
Hor. [r.] And then it started like a guilty tiling
Upon a fearful summons. I have heard
But look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
Let [l. C] us impart what we have seen to-night
Scene II.—The Palace. Flourish of Trumpets.
Enter Polonius, the King, Queen, Hamlet, Ladies and Attendants, L., Laertes, R.
King, [c] Though yet of Hamlet, our dear brother's death, The memory be green; and that it us befited To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom
To be contracted in one brow of woe;
Laer. My dread lord,
To show my duty in your coronation;
And bow them to your generous leave and pardon.
says Polonins f
And thy best graces; spend it at thy will.
King. How is it that the clouds still hang on ♦ you? ♦
Ham. Not so, my Lord; I am too much i' the ♦ sun. ♦
Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nigh ted color off, t And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. J Do not, forever, with thy veiled lids X Seek for thy noble father in the dust; j X
Thou know\st 'tis common; all that live must die, ♦ Passing through nature to eternity. ♦
Ham. Aye, madame, it is common. ♦
Queen. If it be, ♦ Why seems it so particular with thee? •
Ham. Seems, madame ! nay, it is; I know not ♦ seems. ♦ 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, ;1
Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage, [ ♦
No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, i *
Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, J That can denote me truly; these, indeed, seem, J For they are actions that a man might play; J But I have that within which passeth show, :♦
These but the trappings and the suits of woe. I ♦
King. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your j
Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers,
I pray thee, stay with us—go not to Wittenberg.
Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead !—nay, not so much, not two—
So excellent a king, that was, to this,
As if increase of appetite had grown
A little month; or ere those shoes wero old
Enter Horatio, Marcellus and Bernardo, R.
Hor. [l. ] Hail to your lordship!
Ham. I am glad to see you well; Horatio—or 1 do foiget myself?
Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.
Ham. [r.] Sir, my gpod friend, I'll change that name with you. And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio ?— Marcellus? Mar. [r.] My good lord— Ham. [c] lam very glad to see you—good even, sir—
But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?
Hor. [l. c] A truant disposition, good my lord.
Ham. 1 would not hear your enemy say so;
Hor. My lord, I came to see youi father's funeral.
Ham. I pray thee, do not mock mo, fellowstudent;
I think it was to see my mother's wedding.
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio.
Hor. I saw him once; he was a goodly king.
Ham. [l. C] He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.
Hor. [r. C] My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.
Ham. [l.] Saw ! who?
Hor. My lord, the king, your father.
Ham. The king, my father!
Hor. Season your admiration for awhile
Ham. [c.J For heaven's love, let me hear.
Hor. [c.j Two nights together had these gentlemen, Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch, In the dead waste and middle of the night, Been thus encountered.—a figure like your father,
Armed at point, exactly cap-a-pie,
Almost to jelly with the act of fear,
The apparition comes.
Ham. [to Bernardo and Marcellus, R.] But where was this?
Mar. My lord, upon the platform where we watched.
Ham. Did you not speak to it?
Hor. [l.] My lord, I did; But answer made it none; yet once, methought, It lifted up its head, and did address Itself to motion, like as it would speak; But, even then, the morning cock crew loud, And, at the sound, it shrunk in haste away, And vanished from our sight.
Ham. 'Tis very strange.
Hor. As I do live, my honored lord, 'tis true; And we did think it writ down in our duty, To let you know of it.
Ham. [R. c] Indeed, indeed, sirs; but this troubles me. Hold you the watch to-night.'
Mar. We do, my lord.
Ham. Armed, say you t
Mar. Armed, my lord.
Ham. From top to toe?
Mar. My lord, from head to foot.
Ham. Then saw you not his face?
Hor. Oh, yes, my lord, he wore bis heaver up.