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the time of writing this drama, these circumstances may be his excuse for having here slandered a noble science, which he has since pursued with unremitting industry; and which, no doubt, has long given him reason to recant that unguarded declaration, in page 44, which alleges that “ conscience has nothing to do with politics."
DRURY LANE. COVENT-GARDEN Mr Matthews. Mr Munden. Mr Kelly. Mr Johnstone. Mr Dignum.
Mr Hill. Mr Braham. Mr Incledon. Mr Dowton. Mr Fawcett. Mr Wewitzer.
Mr Farley. Mr Fisher. Mr Wilkinson. M Chalterly. Mr Curties. Mr Webb. Mr Wilde. Mr Palmer.
Mr Darley. Mr Maddocks. Mr Abbot. Mr Cooke. Mr Street. Mr Eoans. Mr Simmons.
Signora Storace. Mrs Atkins.
Mrs Davenport, Mrs Coates. Mrs Blurton. Miss Tidswello Mrs Findlay.
ACT THE FIRST,
Enter LOPEZ, with a dark Lanthorn, Lopez. Past three o'clock ! soh! a notable hour for one of my regular disposition, to be strolling like a bravo through the streets of Seville ! Well, of all services, to serve a young lover is the hardest-not that I am an enemy to love ; but my love, and my master's, differ strangely-Don Ferdinand is much too gallant to eat, drink, or sleep now, my love gives me an appetite-then I am fond of dreaming of my mistress, and I love dearly to toast her- This cannot be done without good sleep and good liquor; hence my partiality to a feather-bed and a bottle-what a pity now, that I have not further time for reflections! but my master expects thee, honest Lopez, to secure his retreat from Donna Clara's window, as I guess [Music without.] hey! sure, I heard music ! so, so ! who have we here? Oh, Don Antonio, my master's friend, come from the masquerade, to serenade my
young mistress, Donna Louisa, I suppose : soh! we shall have the old gentleman up presently-lest he should miss his son, I had best lose no time in getting to my post.
Enter ANTONIO, with Masks and Music.
Tell me, my lute, can thy soft strain
So gently speak thy master's pain?
That, though my sleeping love shall know
Who sings—who sighs below,
Thus, may some vision whisper more
Than ever I dare speak before. i Mask. Antonio, your mistress will never wake, while you sing so dolefully; love, like a cradled infant, is lulled by a sad melody,
Ant. I do not wish to disturb her rest.
1 Mask. The reason is, because you know she does not regard you enough to appear, if you awaked her.
Ant. Nay, then, I'll convince you. [Sings.
The breath of morn bids hence the night,
LOUISA-replies from a Window.
Waking, the dawn did bless my sight,
song, who moves in light.
DON JEROME-From a Window.
What vagabonds are these, I hear,
Fly, scurvy minstrels, fly!
Louisa. Nay, prythee, father, why so rough?
To such deceitful stuff?
Quick, from the window, fly! Louisa. Adieu, Antonio ! Ant. Must you go? Louisa. 2 We soon, perhaps, may meet again ; Ant. For though hard
fortune is our foes The god of love will fight
for us. Jerome. Reach me the blunderbuss. Ant. & L. The god of love, who knows our pain, Jerome. Hence, or these slugs are through your brain.
Enter FERDINAND and LOPEZ,
Lopez. Truly, sir, I think that a little sleep, once in a week or som
Ferd. Peace, fool, don't mention sleep to me.
low-bred, vulgar, sound sleep; but I can't help thinking that a