at the King's desire, and I have the honour to conduct her. But the Princes of Europe will be disappointed of their hopes in such an alliance, for her choice is already fix'd.

John. Indeed! then so is my fate-(Aside.) Cham. But who are you, that dare address to me, so familiar a question?

Ped. Ha ha! its his turn now—(Aside.)
Cham. Speak, who are you, fellow?
John. A citizen.

Cham. A citizen-what, the upholsterer!
John. No, Sir; I am call'd John of Paris.
Cham. The cook!

John. Neither-an independent honest man, who, with all respect to his superiors, exerts a freeman's right, and will maintain it.

Cham. Thou art the most audacious varlet, that Mr. Host, how is it that I find a person of this stamr here at such a moment?

John. i'll tell you, Sir: I claim the privilege of a traveller-every part of this hotel, and all that it contains, are for the present mine.

Cham. Your's?

Ped. E'cod he'll bother the Chamberlain as well as me.

John. A Princess, I know,. can feel hunger as well as a citizen, therefore present my humble duty, and request she will partake my entertainment. (Retires.)

Cham. What do I hear! an invitation! Why, Mr. Potts, explain all this.

Ped. Upon my soul I can explain nothing. All I know is this; he arrived this morning, and immediately took possession of the lodgings. Just now he took possession of the provisions, and when the Princess arrives, hang me if I don't think he'll take possession of her, in spite o'your teeth, and that's all I know of John of Paris.

FINALE.

Cham. Now, good fellow, pray retire; (John refuses.) 'Sdeath, he'll set my blood on fire!

John. Sir, your anger now subdue,

Here the Princess I may view.

This house you know is mine to-day;
Here I am-and here I'll stay!

Cham. How dare you, fellow, prate
To an Officer of State!

John. Remember, passion heats the blood,
And talking thus-will do no good.

John

and

Vin.

CHORUS.

The Princess is here, Sir! &c.
Sce, she comes in splendour beaming,
Beauty's queen, and valour's prize;
On her brow see glory streaming,

While love is sparkling in her eyes.

Enter PRINCESS.

SOLO-PRINCESS.

Oh, how sweet thro' billows glancing,
Still to watch with charmed eye,
Joyous, while the vessel's dancing,
Varied landscapes sweeping bye;
And still delighted range

O'er the entrancing change

Where sparkling scenes in order pass,

Like visions in a magic glass:

Oh, how sweet, &c.

John. An humble man, in humble style,
His Princess here would entertain;

On John of Paris, Lady, smile,

(At the name of John of Paris, the Princess starts, and, unobserved by him, looks at a Letter, and a Picture which hangs at her bosom).

Nor now his poor request disdain.

Cham. I should like that knave to beat. (Apart).
How will you his offer treat? (To Princess).

Prin. Treat it! Yield to his request,
And with joy become his guest.

CHORUS, &C.

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Prin. &c.
Cham.

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She will?

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I shall

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Prin. &c. { Mad

Cham.

Prin.

Cham. &c.

he is

I am

my

senses;

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But the worst of all offence is,

I seem
She seems

to view it with delight.

} to

END OF ACT I.

ACT II.

SCENE I.

A Saloon in the Inn.

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Enter the PRINCESS, with the Letter.

Prin. This more resembles the wild plot of a romance, than the dull stratagem of common life-in truth, it was well contrived. Let me read again-" Disguised, the Prince will meet you on the road from Navarre-Beware of John of Paris, for by that name he travels. I send you his portrait in miniature (examines it). You will now encounter him on equal terms; and should the affection which you felt in childhood for each other, be confirm'd, it will much rejoice your brother and your friend, The King!"-Thanks, my dear brother, thanks. Shall I apprise the Chamberlain?—No, he would talk too much. I'll keep my secret close (puts up the Letter). "The affection we felt in childhood confirmed!" Alas! how many scenes, how many feelings has he experienced since then. And tho' the impres sion he made upon this heart has remained indeli-, ble, mine upon his may have had fiercer trials to encounter-glory and ambition !-yet even those cannot extinguish love's pure fire-No! I'll not believe but that his faith is firm,

RECITATIVE AND SONG-PRINCESS.

No, never, no! affection's genuine trace,
No change can banish, and no time erase.

AIR.

When lover's eyes no longer blaze
With mingling pledge of mutual truth,
Oft Fancy will in absence raise

Fears to alarm the heart of youth.
Vain foolish fears! Oh do but see,
When fondness carves the votive rhyme
On the soft bark of some young tree,
Still stronger grow the lines with time!
And thus pure love's first image grows,
With life expands, till life shall close.

Cham. By the honour of a Chamberlain, this John of Paris has corrupted the whole house : His impudence is infectious-it spreads from master to man, and subverts all order and authority. The landlord too, that rascal Potts, treats me with as little respect as he would a travelling

tinker.

Prin. What now, Chamberlain ?-you seem angry.

Cham. Madam-your Highness, (bowing) with all duty and consideration, I beseech you, let me assert your right, and my authority.

Prin. In what manner?

Cham. By immediately setting the landlord in the stocks, and kicking this purse-proud citizen out of the house.

Prin. Nay, I have no right, or you authority,