"See the triumph is thine,'
"My true love is mine."
"Now my victory bless;"
"Oh yes, my Love, yes."
To his bosom she sprung,
And there joyfully sung,

"While we've life, all for Love, all for Honour!"

SCENE II.

The Garden of the Inn.

Enter PEDRIGO and ROSA.

Ped. End my days in a dungeon!-Come, I'm out of that scrape, however. Mercy on us, how vicious disappointment makes a hungry stomach! -he threaten'd to put me on short allowance, by way of giving me a taste, as he call'd it—e'cod he'd have done it too, if I had not buckled down, and promised to keep a sharp look out on Mr. John and the Princess.

Enter GREGORY.

Greg. Sir, Sir, John of Paris!
Ped. What, coming?

Greg. Yes, Sir-he has got the Princess tuck'd under his arm as neat as a napkin.

Ped. And the Chamberlain ?

Greg. Struts before them, Sir, like a drummajor, Sir. [Exit Gregory. Ped. Now for it then. (Pulls out a long Bill of Fare)-Rosa, mind what you are about. Fish at the top, soup in the middle.

Rosa. Lord, father, how should you know? Soup at the top!

Ped. Have you no consideration for her Highness's nose? Would you stew a Princess to death

in a hot-bath of soup-maigre? Put the venison at the bottom, the Chamberlain sits there; and he likes a solid joint: its rather too strong of the haut gout, I fear; but if he doesn't stop his nose, he'll soon stop his mouth, I warrant.-Rosa! Rosa. Father!

Ped. How is the venison? Four days, you know

Rosa. Delicious!

Ped. What, all right?

Rosa. Nothing can be better.

Ped. Mr. John's cook's a deep one-Mum! he has been a restaurateur before to-day.

(Music.)

Enter JOHN, PRINCESS, and CHAMBERLAIN, followed by Villagers, Dancers, &c.

John. Now then prepare.

(Music The Table appears, and various Embellishments in honour of the Princess).

Prin. Amazing! this has more the air of a courtly féte champêtre, than a simple village festival.

John. Your approbation, Madam, makes me truly happy; I could wish it better-but a plain Citizen

Cham. (Surveying the preparations with surprise) A plain Citizen, and such splendourwhy, who is this man?

Ped. John of Paris.

Cham. But we lose time-is the dinner quite ready for her Highness?

Ped. It is, and the Chamberlain is quite ready for the dinner. (Aside.)

John. Let it appear.

Ped. Directly, Mr. John.

(Music Procession of Dinner-Pedrigo bearing the first Dish-Rosa superintending.)

Cham. I'm astonish'd-silver plate !-and can all these belong to

Ped. John of Paris. Ask what you will, his name answers every question.

Prin. I am indeed perfectly satisfied. (To John). John. Believe me, tho' I offer it without success, I offer it with all my heart.

Prin. So, so, he has began already. (Aside). Cham. What said he?-Madam, the dinner cools-I attend your Highness.

(John takes her hand at the moment the Chamberlain is receiving it, and retires). Ped. Oh, he'll do it-he'll do it. (Noticing the action).

Cham. Do it,—do what?

Ped. I only made an observation-Mr. John seems irresistible every where, that's all.

(They seat themselves at Table,-the Villagers dance; and at the conclusion of the Ballet, the Princess, &c. advance).

Prin. After all I have heard and seen, I am anxious to know what family you are of.

Cham. So am I.

John. I am related, Madam, to the-the First Citizen in Paris. But come, my Lord Chamberlain will not object to a little singing, it will enliven our repast.-Mr. Potts! (calling him). Ped. Mr. John

John. I heard your daughter sing a couplet of the Troubadour-will she repeat it?

Rosa. Most willingly, Sir.

Ped. That's right, Rosee; clear your pipes,

and perhaps he'll give you something worth having. (She takes a Guitar). John. The story is curious-on his travels this Troubadour won the affections of a certain Prin

cess.

Prin. Indeed!-he was a bold man.

Cham. He must have been a very impudent fellow.

John. Listen.

1st Stanza-ROSA.

Thy Troubadour,

Who, love's soft bondage owns,

Here in thy bower
Pours forth his minstrel tones;
Born but for love,

To thee he'll faithful prove;

O then confess

In turn, love's pow'r,
And, Lady, bless
Thy Troubadour.

CHORUS. (During which they dance).

Sound castanets while dancing,
Bounding, in grace advancing-
Hark! all the sprightly throng

Joins each joyful heart to raise the Song.

John. (Taking the Guitar.) You should sing with more expression, more tenderness-thus

2nd Stanza-JOHN.

Thy Troubadour,
Consum'd by passion's flame,
Each passing hour

Sings to his peerless dame.
Hark! each fond tone

Is struck to thee alone;
O then confess

Love's mutual power,

And, Lady, bless

Thy Troubadour.

CHORUS. Sound castanets, &c.

Prin. I know something of the story: the Princess, if I remember right, answer'd in this

manner

3rd Stanza.-PRINCESS.

Dear Troubadour,
Whose gentle mind is given
To glory's hour,

Or love's luxurious heav'n;
Keep firm thine oath

To her who hears thy troth;
She'll soon confess

In turn, love's power,

And, haply, bless
Her Troubadour.

(Chorus as before-the Dancers complete their Ballet, and leave the Stage).

John. (Aside to Vincent.) See that my people. obey the orders I gave them. Vin. Instantly.

Exit Vincent.

Cham. I neither like that Troubadour business, nor all those amorous glances. Will your Highness now proceed on your journey? May I order the carriages?

Prin. Certainly.

Cham. I wish we were safe away from this man. If the King should hear of it, I may lose my office. Pedrigo, have an eye upon him.

Ped. I will-I smoke (Exit Chamberlain). I'll not spoil sport, tho'-I'll be Jack o'-both-sides.

(Retires to watch them).

Prin. Before we part, I request to know what brought you into this part of the country John. An event the most interesting-I came to seek a wife.