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Tul. I thought, sir, I wasn't to use that, till' heartrending woe.'
Puff. O yes, madam—at 'the finches of the grove,' if you please.
Nor lark, Linnet, nor all the finches of the grove !! [Weeps. Puff. Vastly well, madam! Dun. Vastly well, indeed! • Til. For, o too sure, heart-rending woe is now The lot of wretched Tilburina !! Dan. O! 'tis too much. Sneer. Oh! it is, indeed.
• Con. Be comforted, sweet lady-for who knows, * But heav'n has yet some milk-white day in store.
• Til. Alas, my youthful-gentle Nora, Thy tender youth as yet hath never mourn'd • Love's fatal dart.
Con. But see where your stern father comes; • It is not meet that he should find
Puff. Hey, what the plague ! what a cut is here! --why, what is become to the description of her first meeting with Don Whiskcrandos ? his gallant behaviour in the sea-fight, and the simile of the canarybird ?
Til. Indeed, sir! you'll find they will not be miss'd ! Puff. Very well.-Very well! • Til. The cue, ma'am, if you please. • Con. It is not meet that he should find you thus.
Til. Thou counsellst right, but 'tis no easy task ' For barefac'd grief to wear a mask of joy.
. Gov. How's this in tears !--0-
• Advances to our shores, while England's fate, ‘Like a clipp'd guinea, trembles in the scale ! · Til. [Seizing GOVERNORS hand.] Then, is the crisis
of my fate at hand! • I see the fleet's approach-I see
Puff. Now, pray gentlemen, mind. This is one of the most useful figures we tragedy-writers have, by which a hero or heroine, in consideration of their being often obliged to overlook things that are on the stage, is allowed to hear and see a number of things that are not.
Sneer. Yes; a kind of poetical second-sight!
-I see their decks
I see the frigates statiop'd in the rear; • And now, I hear the thunder of the guns !• I hear the victor's shouts—I also hear · The vanquish'd groan—and now'tis smoke--and now
I see the loose sails shiver in the wind ! • I see--I see—what soon you'll see
[Swoons in the Governor's arms. Puff. [In rapture, taking Tilburina's hand.] Mrs. Gibbs, allow me to introduce you to Mr. Dangle and Mr. Sneer. This is Mrs. Gibbs, one of the very best actresses on the stage, I assure you, gentlemen. 'Gov. Hold, daughter ! peace! this love hath turn'd
thy brain : · The Spanish fleet thou canst not see-because .-It is not yet in sight !'
Dan. Egad, though, the Governor seems to make no allowance for this poetical figure you talk of.
Puff. No; a plain matter-of-fact man that's his character.
• Til. But will you lhen refuse his offer?
Puff. Egad, sir, I can't tell. Here has been such cutting and slashing, I don't know where they have got to myself.
Til. Indeed, sir, you will find it will connect very well. - Til. A retreat in Spain !
Gov. Outlawry here! · Til. Your daughter's prayer r! . Gov. Your father's oath! · Til. My lover! · Gov. My country! « Til. Tilburina ! • Gov. England ! « Til. A title ! . Gov. Honour! - Til. A pension ! . Gov. Conscience!
Til. A thousand pounds! Gov. [Starts.] Hah! thou hast louch'd me nearly! « Til. Canst thouReject the suppliant, and the daughter too ?
Gov. No more : I would not hear thee plead in vain; · The father softens but the governor Is resolved !!
Puff. My dear sir, give that a little more force, if you please—but the Governor's resolv'd !". . Gov. [Imitating Puff's manner.] The father sof
tens-but the governor • Is resolv'd!
[Exit quickly. T'il. 'Tis well,-hence then, fond hopes,-fond pas
sion, hence; * Duty, behold I am all over thine Whis. [Without.] Where is my love-my-be
Puff: No, no, sir.-'Where is my love-my'-behind the scenes--spoken behind the scenes.
Whis. Oh, I beg pardon, sir, but I assure you it is writlen so in my part.
'W'his. Where is my love--my-beauteous enemy, My conquering Tilburina! How! is 'thus * We meet? Why are thy looks averse? What means ' That falling tear-that frown of boding woe? Hah! now indeed I am a prisoner! Yes, now I feel the galling weight of these Disgraceful chains—which, cruel Tilburina !
Thy doating captive gloried in before. “But thou art false, and Whiskerandos is undone !
' T'il. O no; how little dost thou know thyTilburina. • Whis. Are thou then true? begone cares, doubts,
and fears. ' I make you all a present to the winds; "And if the winds reject you-try the waves.'
Puff. The wind you know is the established receiver of all stolen sighs, and cast-off griefs and apprehensions. • Til. Yet must we part ?-Stern duty seals our
doom : Though here I call yon conscious clouds to witness, . Could I pursue the bias of my soul, - All friends, all rights of parents I'd disclaim,
And thou, my Whiskerandos, should'st be father. " And mother, brother, cousin, uncle, aunt. • And friend to me! "Whis. O matchless excellence !- And must we
part? "Well, if-we must-we must--and in that case · The less is said the better.'
Puff. Hey, dey! here's a cut!—What! are all the mutual protestations out ?
Til. Now, pray, sir, don't interrupt us just here; you ruin our feelings.
Puff. Your feelings!—but zounds, my feelings , ma'am!
(Whis. One last embrace.
[Gotng. Puff. s’death and fury!-Gad's life! Sir! Madam, I really can't suffer this—if you go out without the parting look, you might as well dance out-Here!
For, ever! Aye for ever. [Holding forth his arms, as to embrace. ] Give them the last puff of your tragedy bellows!
• Whis. [With arms extended.] For ever! Oh! • Til. Aye, for ever, Oh! [They rush into each other's arms, then re
luctently part and exeunt. Con. But; pray, sir, how am I to get off here? Puff You, pshaw! what the devil signifies how you
[Pushes the Confidant off. [Drop scene lowers; Sneer and Dangle rise. Dan. O charming!
Puff. Hey!'tis pretly well, I believe.--You see, I don't attempt to strike out any thing new-but I take it I improve on the established modes.
Enter UNDER PROMPTER. Under P. Sir, the carpenter says it is impossible you can go to the Park scene yet.
Puff The Park scene? No-1 mean the description scene here in the wood.
Under P. Sir, the performers have cut it out.
Puff. And the description of her horse and sidesaddle ?
Under P. Yes, sir.
Puff. So, so, this is very fine indeed! Mr. Prompter, how the plague could you suffer this?