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THE

MAGPIE OR THE MAID? 2i iMo ©rame,

IN THREE ACTS. »

TRANSLATED AND ALTERED FROM THE FRENCH,

BY I. POCOCK, ESQ. .'I

FIRST PERFORMED AT THE

C&eatresBogal, Cotoent*®arDen,

On Friday, September 15, 1815.

THE MUSIC COMPOSED BY MR. BISHOP.

LOXDON:

Printed For John' Miller, 25, Bow-street, Covent-garden;

Bj B. M'MllIap, Bow,Street, Covent Garden

[Price Two Shillings.']

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

Gerald, a wealthy Farmer, Mr. Fawcctt.

Henri/, his Son, Mr. Abbott.

Evrard, a Soldier: Annette's Fa- } •, D

'> Mr. Barrymore.

I her, m Mm'

Martin, Godson and Servant to > ^ Liston

Mr. and Mrs. Gerald, J

Malcour, Justice of the Village, Mr. Blancliard.

Benjamin, a Jem Pedlar, Mr. Farley.

Berlrand, Keeper of the Prison, Mr. Atkins.

George, Malcour's Servant, Mr. Howell.

Dame Gerald, Mrs. Davenport.

Annette, distantly related to the ^

Fanner and his Wife, their > Miss Booth.

Servant, .... .5

Soldiers, Officers of Police, Peasantry, Sfc.

The Scene lies at Palaiseau, a Village not far from Paris—The time, comprises fart of an Evening, and the Morning of the succeeding Day.

THE MAGPIE,

OH

THE MAID?

ACT L

The Court-yard of a substantial Farm house: The House is seen on the right - Trees on the left, and a Fence (in which is a Gate) at the backbeyond it a sloping Hill, and the distant Ccttntry.In the front of the Sceite, on one of the Trees, a Cage, in which is a tame Magpie.

Pie. Martin! Martin!

Mar. I'm comings (Enters J Hey! what, no body here!—O Lord, O Lord! the waiter at the White Horse, in our village, leads the life of a gentleman, compared to mine. I've had a lightish half-hour's work—fed the sheep, the pigs, the poultry, the horned cattle, and our big dog;—swept out the barn, killed a dozen rats, cut ihree trusses of hay— thrashed a sack of wheat, and been thrashed myself—for idling away my time—I don't wonder they call my godmother an active woman.

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(MusicHe goes into the House—Annette appears on the Hill, and descendsthe Magpie comes from the Cage on a perch, and calls, "Martin, Martin I"—as the Music ceases, Martin runs from the House).

Mar. Coming, coming! I'm coming and going, from morning till night, like a short stage. (Annette appears at the Gate.)—O, 'twas Annette—To think of .such a girl as that being servant at a farm! It's a down-right shame.

Jinn. Ah, Martin, are you~there?—(Coming forward.)

Mar. Yes, Annette, I'm here and there, and every where — a servant never stays long in a place, where my godmother is—she's like a squirrel in a cage—never stirs but she sets her whole house in motion—ferrets me about just as she pleases.

Ann. But she does it all for your good, you know.

Mar. So she tells me—She beat me in the barn just now, and said I ought to be very much obliged to her—she insists upon it, that knocking me down now and then is the only way to bring me up properly. But what did you call me for, Annette?

jinn. I!—I didn't call you.

Mar. No!

Pie. Martin! Martin!

Mar. Oh, you bla'guard! (Seeing the Bird.) That plaguy Magpie is always making merry at my ex pence.

Ann. So, 'twas old Margery, after all.

Mar. As Mr. Malcour, our Magistrate, says, when he's about justice business, I wonder the tom-cat hasn't taken cognizance of that Magpie's

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