THOSE Who wish to know how much I am indebted to the original of this Piece, or how little the original is indebted to me, must peruse the opera of "Jean de Paris," written by Mons. Saint Just; the Music of which is composed by Boieldieu, and considered the most successful that has been heard for some time on the French stage.

The masterly manner in which my coadjutor, Mr. Bishop, has executed the arduous task of selecting and adapting those parts which were thought most valuable, has been approved by the auditors in a way that leaves me nothing to praise. I have only to add my thanks.

To the Performers, it is my duty, and at the same time my greatest pleasure, to acknowledge how much I am indebted for their exertions in the representation; and take this opportunity of requesting them individually and collectively to accept my sincere thanks, for efforts, which have rendered this trifle acceptable to the Public.

Suite of John of Paris-Suite of the PrincessSuite of the Chamberlain-Attendants-Waiters -Villagers, &c.

SCENE-An Inn on the Road from Navarre to Paris.

JOHN OF PARIS.

ACT I

SCENE I.

Ringing of Bel, &c. denoting the confusion of an

Inn.

PHILIP and GREGORY discovered, directing Waiters and Female Servants, who are busily employed cleaning and removing Furniture.

CHORUS, &c.-ROSA, PHILIP, and Attendants. Chorus. Now prepare,

The guests are near,

To your work be steady;

Now prepare,

They'll soon be here,

Phil.

We must all be ready.

and

We attend, we obey;

Chor. Oh, happy, happy day! &c.

Rosa.

Enter Rosa.

Did you not say this lady fair,
This noble dame,

In birth and fame,

For whose reception we prepare,
Was call'd the Princess of Navarre?

Phil.

The very same;

That is her name ;

It is the Princess of Navarre.

Chorus. It is the Princess of Navarre,

Phil.

Rosa.

And she whose matchless beauty's praise,
Thus flies thro' every land, renown'd,
By virtue's softest spirit sways,
And firm by love our duty's bound.
My words believe-

You'll now receive

The sister of your King.

Indeed 'twill be

Delight to see,

The sister of our King.

Chorus. Now prepare, &c.

Rosa. Now then, away and prepare the chambers.

Enter PEDRIGO POTTS.

Ped. Oh, I'm a happy man-I'm a happy man! Pedrigo Potts is a happy man! My house will be celebrated for ever! I shall be celebrated for ever, and-What do ye stand gaping there for? Do you want to see me ruin'd, you pack of idle, abominable- [Exeunt Gregory, Philip, &c. Rosa. Patience, father, patience.

Ped. Oh! Pedrigo Potts, Pedrigo Potts! who would have thought it? The Princess of Navarre, with all her attendants, and the Graud Chamberlain to boot, put up at my hotel! It will be the making of me. Oh, I'm a happy man! I haven't ate, drank, or slept, these four daysI'm dying with inpatience and Pedrigo Potts is a happy man!

Rosa. Very happy indeed-four days have we been waiting for this august Personage, and in all