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me but mine frow. [Replaces pillow.] Dat ish all again, sir, and I'll have my ten dollars, you villainright. [Gets in bed.) Dere, dat ish better pefore ous swindler!
(Exit D. 2 E. R. ash pehind. Now I will shut up mine eyes wide Schmidt. [sitting up in bed.] Swindler! Who open tight, and snore away as I please.
tid I ever swindle? He's mistaken, I am someEnter MRS. PLENTIFUL, L. H.
pody else. Mrs. P. Well, I declare! if that Dutchman hasn't Enter CAPTAIN BLOWHARD, D. 1 E. L., with candle, taken this room,
and bless me! he's in bed with his which is suddenly put out as he enters. boots on! Sir! Mister! you good for nothing Capt. I need no light to punish a scoundrel. fellow! get up!
[Comes up and strikes bed with whip-SCHMIDT Schmidt. (sits up in bed.) Landlady, you gone jumps up.] So, sir, I've found you-you rascally away! Dis ish a single bed. [Lays down. seducer!
Mrs. P. Single or double, you don't lie in it Schmidt. You are mistaken. I am somebody else. without paying me fifty cents. And another thing, Capt. I know you are Mr. Brown, and that's you monster, you're in bed with your boots on. sufficient.
Schmidt. Nein, I have not mine boots on. Schmidt. I am not Brown, I am te original Mrs. P. I say you have, sir.
John Schmidt. Schmidt. Look dere! [Pulls up clothes-shows Capt. Brown, or Smith, did you not decoy feet.] Ish ter some poots dere?
Arabella from her father's arms ? Mrs. P. Now, sir, pay me for the bed.
Schmidt. Nien. Schmidt. I will, to-morrow, mine goot vomans. Capt. Did you not seduce my child? Mrs. P. No you don't, sir. You want to get off Schmidt. Nien, I never induce nobody. without paying. I'll take these staking coat, &c.] Capt. Did you not swindle me of a hundred till I am paid. So, good-night, sir. [Takes candle. dollars?
Schmidt. Landlady, I want to go to Nie Yoricke Schmidt. Nien. to-morrows, un I have no clothes. [Feels pocket Capt. Are you not a liar? for money.] Stop, I get mine money. Some thief Schmidt. Nien! I never lie but in my bed. has steal my pocket-book!
Capt. Is not your name Brown? Mrs. P. I know you, sir, and it won't do. So, Schmidt. I dell you I am de original John good-night.
Schmidt. Schmidt. Landlady, leave the candle.
Capt. I'll make you confess you are a seducer, a Mrs. P. No, sir.
liar, a swindler, a villain, and that your name is Schmidt. Landlady!
Brown. Mrs. P. Well, sir?
Schmidt. Mine Cot in Hemmel ! vot a peoples ! Schmidt. Don't you forgot dat two cents change. Capt. Now, sir, [beats him,] are you not a seMrs. P. Good-night, Mr. Confidence.
ducer? [Takes candle and exit, L. 1 E. Stage dark. Schmidt. Nien. [CAPT. beats him.] Yaw! yaw! Schmidt. She have confidence to steal mine Capt. Are you not a swindler ? [Beats him. clothes. Mrs. Schmidt, Mrs. Schmidt! if you could Schmidt. Nien! I am no swindler. see your poor John, she not cry von bit; she would Capt. You are not?
[Beats him. laugh at me. Un if dis old woman kill me, she Schmidt. My Cot in Hemmel, I am a swindler. would dance top von mine grave. Dere ish mine Capt. So much, so good. pocket-book, dat is stole away; mine nice pran Schmidt. So much, tam pad. new second-hand coat, vot I have pought un Capt. Are you not a liar and a villain ? Chatham street, Nie Yoricke, for two tollars—tat
Schmidt. Nien. (CAPT. beats him.) Yaw, yaw, ish gone; my waistcoat jacket, un all mine tings! I am a Dutch villain, John Schmidt. I am un bad luck Dutchman!' I will go sleepen. Capt. No, sir, your name is Brown. Are you
(Lies down. not Brown Enter AUGUSTUS, with white gown and long paper I am black and blue.
Schmidt. Nien. (CAPT. beats him.] Yaw, yaw, hat, R. 2 E.
Capt. I am satisfied for the present, but I shall Aug. I can't be mistaken This must the send another injured party to you. So good landlord's room. Now for that ten dollars I gave night, and pleasant dreams, Mr. Brown. [Exit L. his wife this morning. (SCHMIDT snores.] Yes, Schmidt. [sitting up in bed, crying.) Oh! oh! that is his hearty snore. Ah! here is the bed. ob !-Boo! 00-00-00! I shall die, I shall be Landlord !
killed in dis house. Oh, my poor frou ! She will Schmidt. Sh-scat!
never see her husband, John Schmidt, not any no Aug. Landlord, I want you.
more. What will become of me ! Schmidt. (raises head.] Mine Cot un Hemmel! Soberly. [without.] I'll find him, Captain. dat's de devil!
Schmidt. Te tuyvel! dere is un under one! He : Aug. Landlord, no trifling. Hand over that ten shan't find John Schmidt. [Jumps out of bed, falls dollars I gave your wife this morning.
over chair, feels for bed, finds carpet-bag, goes up Schmidt. I have not ten dollars. I am somebody to window. Here is von window, now I will jump else. I am not mineself. Where you come from? out. [Carpet-bag drops out of his hand. Crash
Aug. I came from below, and I have been pretty without.] Dere goes mine garpet-bag, now I will well roasted down there.
jump out. [Dog barks.] Now I will not jump out. Schmidt. By dinks, it is him! Why don't you I will go to bed. [Gets into bed, head to audience.] stay home, Mr. Devil? I don't live in dis house. They shall find mine feet un not mine head. I am ter original John Schmidt. Capt. [without.] Never mind, I know the room.
Enter SOBERLY, L. Aug. Äh! the Captain's voice! I'll meet you Soberly. So, this is the room described by the
Captain. Here is the bed. [Shakes SCHMIDT'S
Enter CAPTAIN. feet.] Sir, sir.
i Capt. Where is he? Ha-ha! Now, sir, are you Schmidt. Vot you want ?
not the rascally villain that robbed me of my Soberly. I come to demand the satisfaction due daughter? a gentleman.
Schmidt. Nien. Schmidt. [sits up.] Now, Mr., what have I
Mrs. P. Didn't you get into my bed with your done ?
boots on? Soberly. You have plucked the bud of love from Schmidt. Nien. Landlady-two cents change ! the fair branch, and left it to wither and decay.
Teddy. Didn't ye want to chate me out of my Schmidt. This is a poet-robber. I don't know parquisites ? sometinks about dat, Mr. Robber.
Schmidt. Nien, nien! Soberly. Come, sir, follow me to the yard.
Capt. Is not your name Brown, sir? Schmidt. I have no bustiness in ter yard.
Schmidt. Nien! I am bad luck Dutchman. Te Soberly. Come, sir, give me the satisfaction I original John Schmidt. demand. I leave for New York to-morrow. Schmidt. [.jumps out of bed and comes down.]
Enter ARABELLA and SOBERLY, L. H. You go to Nie Yoricke? So have I. I will go mit Capt. Arabella, is not this the rascally Brown you.
or Clearstarch : Soberly. No, sir. You must fight.
Ara. La, papa! that's not Gussy. Schmidt. No, I'll be shoot if I do.
Schmidt. Nein! I tell him I am te original John Soberly. Take your choice, and I'll blow your Schmidt. brains out.
Capt. My dear sir, I ask pardon for all the Schmidt. But I don't want mine prains blow out. wrongs I've done you. I thought you Brown. Soberly. Now, sir, [forcing him to take pistol,] Schmidt. You make me black and blue. I forwhen I count five, fire. One
give you so I get mine garpet-pag, un nunder [SCHMIDT fires pistol and exclaims, “Help! mur- tings, un I come to Nie Yoricke. I shall mit mineder !” Noise without.
self never collect again, py tam. Soberly. Ah! you've alarmed the house. I'll Soberly. And me, sir. Forgive me, and I will meet you in the stage, and shoot you as you go to be good for all losses, and stand your expenses to New York.
L. New York, where we will be happy to see you at Schmidt. Mine Cot in Hemmel! te peoples ish our wedding dinner. coming. I shall pe kill. Looks around, discovers Capt. Yes, Mr. Smith; and old Captain Blowchimney.] Here ish goot place to hide, I shall pe hard will make you welcome. chimney sweepen.
[Goes up chimney. Schmidt. I don't care. I will vorget and vorgive, Enter TEDDY, with pitchfork, Mr. and MRS. dinner, if you will let me invite mine friends.
un will come von top your house, von te wedding PLENTIFUL, with candle, PERSEVERANCE, with
Capt. Where are they? broom, SERVANTS, with sticks, &c.
Schmidt. (pointing to audience. There ! Teddy. Wait awhile, missus, I'll find him. [Looks Capt. I never thought of them. Invite them, by around, at last discovers chimney, shoves pitchfork all means. It would be a dull dinner without their up chimney.
smiling faces. Schmidt. Oh! oh!-murder! [Exeunt, running Schmidt. I will. [Goes down to audicnce. L., stage dark.] Oh, I am a persecuted Dutchman. Mine Cot in Hemmel! Tey have come again.
Ladies un shentlemen,
Mine trouble now mit me have end ; Here I will hide. [Gets into hogshead. Enter
Mit what I've done and try to do, TEDDY, &c., cautiously. Goes to hogshead.
I hope mine friends have all please you!
I have suffer much, 'tis gospel true, Teddy. Here he is, master. I've got the robber.
But what is dat, when I like you ! [Lifts hogshead, SCHMIDT crawls out. TEDDY
Moch more I suffer, and mit cense, takes him by the ear, and brings him down, covered
To deserve, mine friends, your kind applause. with soot, &c.
THE NEW YORK DRAMA
A CHOICE COLLECTION
CASTS OF CHARACTERS, STAGE BUSINESS, COSTUMES, RELATIVE POSITIONS, &c.,
. THE HOME CIRCLE, PRIVATE THEATRICALS, AND THE AMERICAN STAGE.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1876, by WHEAT & CORNETT, In the Office
of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C.
2d Ple. Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me; yet, if you be out, sir, I can mend you.
Casca. What mean'st by that? Mend me, thou
you. BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
Tre. Thou art a cobbler, art thou ?
2d Ple. T'ruly, sir, all that I live by is the awl; CAST OF CHARACTERS. I meddle with no trade-man's matters, nor
Booth's, N. Y., Dec., 1875. Theatre Royal, 1824. woman's matters—but with awl. I am, indeed, sir,
a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great Mark Antony.. F.C. Bangs.
C. Kemble. danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever Julius Cæsar Milnes Levick.
trod upon neat's-leather have gone upon my Octavius Cæsar. E. K. Collier.
handy-work. Decius Brutus.. H. B. Bradley.
Abbot. Tre. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? Metellus Cimber...." Frederick Monroe.
Why dost thou lead these men about the
T. P. Cooke.
streets ? Popilius Lena.. G. Almar.
2d Ple. Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to Soothsayer........ E. Stebbins.
Chapman. Titinius “ J. R. Davis.
get myself into more work. But, indeed, sir, we Ligarius... C. Welby.
make holiday to see Cæsar, and to rejoice in his Flavius.. Harry Hogan.
Casca. (L.C.] Wherefore rejoice? what conquest
brings he home? Servius..
Miss Marion Sackett.
What tributaries follow him to Rome,
To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels? First Citizen.... C. LeClercq.
You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless Second Citizen...... " Jos. Sefton. Lucius (with song).. Miss Helen Morant. Mr. Parsloe.
Oh, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft
Have you climbed up to walls and battlements, ACT I.
To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, SCENE 1.— Rome. A Street. A great tumult with- The live-long day, with patient expectation,
Your infants in your arms, and there have sat out. Enter Casca and TREBONIUS, R., meeting To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome: a throng of PLEBEIANS from L., who stand across And, when you saw his chariot but appear, the background.
Have you not made a universal shout, Casca. [c.] Hence! home, you idle creatures, That Tiber trembled underneath his banks, get you home!
To hear the replication of your sounds, Is this a holiday? What! know you not,
Made in his concave shores? Being mechanical, you ought not walk
And do you now cull out a holiday ? Upon a laboring day without the sign
And do you now strew flowers in his way,
Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
Tre. [C.] Go, go, good countrymen; and for this I am but, as you would say, a cobbler.
fault, Tre. But what trade art thou? Answer me Assemble all the poor men of your sort; directly.
Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears 2d Ple. A trade, sir, that I hope I may use with Into the channel, till the lowest stream a safe conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender Do kiss the most exalted shores of all. of bad soles.
[Exeunt PLEBEIANS, R. Casca. (c.) What trade, thou knave? thou Casca. See, whe'r their basest metal be not naughty knave, what trade?
They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. Over your friend that loves you.
Be not deceived: If I have veiled my look,
Merely upon myself. Vexed I am,
Of late, with passions of some difference, Casca. (L.] It is no matter;
Conceptions only proper to myself, These growing feathers, plucked from Cæsar's wing, Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviors; Will make him fly an ordinary pitch;
But let not, therefore, my good friends be grieved; Who else would soar above the view of men, Among which number, Cassius, be you one, And keep us all in ‘servile fearfulness.
Nor construe any further my neglect, [Exeunt CASCA, L., TREBONIUS, R. Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Forgets the shows of love to other men. SCENE II.-Rome. A Public Place. Music. The
Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your SOOTHSAYER discovered at an Altar. Enter L., in
passion; Procession, STANDARDS of S.P.Q.R.-PRIESTS, By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried SENATORS, DECIUS, METELLUS, CINNA, POPI- Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. LIUS LENAS, CASSIUS, TREBONIUS, CASCA, Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? CLITUS, SERVIUS, STRÁTO, PINDARÚS, TITIN
Bru. No, Cassius ; for the eye sees not itself,
Cas. 'Tis just :
That you might see your shadow. I have heard,
Where many of the best respect in RomeCæsar. (c.] Calphurnia
Except immortal Cæsar-speaking of Brutus, Ant. Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks. [Music ceases. And groaning underneath this age's yoke, Cæsar. Calphurnia !
Eave wished that noble Brutus had his eyes. Cal. Here, my lord.
Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cæsar. Stand you directly in Antonius' way,
Cassius, When he doth run his course. Antonius!
That you would have me seek into myself Ant. (L. c.] Cæsar, my lord.
For that which is not in me? Cæsar. Forget not in your speed, Antonius, Cas. (R. C.] Therefore, good Brutus, be preTo touch Calphurnia; for, our elders say,
pared to hear: The barren, touched in this holy chase,
And, since you know you cannot see yourself Shake off their sterile curse.
So well as by reflection, I, your glass, Ant. I shall remember :
Will modestly discover to yourself
Cæsar. Set on; and leave no ceremony out. And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus:
[Music. Were I a common laugher, or did use Cesar. Ha! who calls ?
To stale with ordinary oaths my love Ant. (L. C.] Bid every noise be still !Peace To every new protestor: if you know yet again!
[Music stops. That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, Cæsar. Who is it in the press that calls on me? And, after, scandal them: or if you know I hear a tongue shriller than all the music, That I profess myself in banqueting Cry “ Cæsar!" Speak, Cæsar is turned to hear. To all the rout, then hold me dangerous. [Shout. Sooth. Beware the Ides of March.
Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear the Casar. What man is that?
people Bru. (R.) A soothsayer bids you beware the Choose Cæsar for their king. Ides of March.
Cas. Ay, do you fear it? Cesar. Set him before me; let me see his face. Then must I think you would not have it so ?
Cas. Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well. Cæsar. [LICTORS, GUARDS, &c., make way for But wherefore do you hold me here so long ? the SOOTHSAYER.
What is is that you would impart to me? Cæsar. What say'st thou to me now? Speak If it be aught toward the general good, once again.
Set honor in one eye, and death i' the other, Sooth. (L.) Beware the Ides of March.
And I will look on both indifferently : Cæsar. He is a dreamer; let us leave him; pass. For, let the gods so speed me, as I love [Music. Exeunt, all but BRUTUS and CASSIUS. The name of honor more than I fear death.
Cas. (R.] Will you go see the order of the course? Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, Bru. (c.] Not I.
As well as I do know your outward favor. Cas. I pray you, do.
Well, honor is the subject of my story-
Think of this life; but for my single self,
In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Endure the winter's cold as well as he;
The troubled Tiber chafing with his shores, The games are done, and Cæsar is returning. (L. Cæsar said to me, “Dar’si thou, Cassius, now Cas. (R. C.] As they pass by, pluck Casca by Leap in with me into this angry flood,
the sleeve, And swim to yonder point! Upon the word, And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you Accoutred as I was, I plunged in,
What hath proceeded, worthy note, to-day. And bade him follow; so, indeed, he did.
Bru. (L.) I will do so:-But, look you, Cassius, The torrent roared; and we did buffet it
The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow, With lusty sinews, throwing it aside,
And all the rest look like a chidden train. And stemming it with hearts of controversy. Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is. But ere we could arrive the point proposed,
[Both go R., and stand. Music. Cæsar cried, “Help me, Cassius, or I sink.” I-as Æneas, our great ancestor,
Enter STANDARDS of S. P. Q. R., R. LICTORS, Did from the flames of Troy, upon his shoulder
LEPIDUS, ANTONY, CÆSAR, STANDARDS, a The old Anchises bear, so, from
the waves of Tiber
STAR, GOLDEN EAGLES, ŠILVER EAGLES, Did I the tired Cæsar: And this man
GUARDS, SENATORS, TREBONIUS, Casca, Is now become a god; and Cassius is
CINNA, POPILIUS, DECIUS, and METELLUS. A wretched creature, and must bend his body Cæsar. (c.) AntoniusIf Cæsar carelessly but nod on him.
Ant. [c.) Cæsar. He had a fever when he was in Spain,
Cæsar. Let me have men about me that are fat; And when the fit was on him, I did mark
Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o nights: How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake; Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look: His coward lips did from their color fly;
He thinks too much; such men are dangerous.
So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; So get the start of the majestic world,
He is a great observer, and he looks. And bear the palm alone.
Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, Bru. Another general shout!
As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; I do believe that these applauses are
Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort For some new honors that are heaped on Cæsar. As if he mocked himself, and scorned his spirit Cas. (R.) Why, man, he doth bestride the That could be moved to smile at anything. narrow world,
Such men as he be never at heart's ease, Like a Colossus; and we, petty men,
While they behold a greater than themselves: Walk under his huge legs, and peep about, And therefore are they very dangerous. To find ourselves dishonorable graves.
I rather tell thee what is to be feared, Men at some time are masters of their fates: Than what I fear; for always I am Cæsar. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
And tell me truly what thou think'st of him. Brutus and Cæsar: What should be in that Cæsar?' [Music. Exeunt all but BRUTUS, CASCA, and Why should that name be sounded more than yours? CASSIUS, L. BRUTUS touches CASCA, and stops Write them together, yours is as fair a name: him at L. CASCA returns to C. Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Casca. (c.] You pulled me by the cloak: Would Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
you speak with me? Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar. (A shout. Bru. [L. C.) Aye, Casca; tell us what hath Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
chanced to-day, Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed, That Cæsar looks so sad. That he is grown so great! Age, thou art shamed; Casca. Why, you were with him, were you not? Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! Bru. I should not then ask Casca what hath When went there by an age, since the great flood, chanced. But it was famed with more than with one man | Casca. Why, there was a crown offered him, When could they say, till now, that talked of Rome, and being offered him, he put it by with the back That her wide walks encompassed but one man of his hand, thus; and then the people fell a Oh! you and I have heard our fathers say shouting. There was a Brutus once, that would have brooked Bru. What was the second noise for? The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
Casca. Why, for that, too. As easily as a king.
Cas. They shouted thrice: What was the last Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous: cry for? What you would work me to, I have some aim. Casca. Why, for that, too. How I have thought of this, and of these times, Bru. Was the crown offered him thrice! I shall recount hereafter; for this present,
Casca. Aye, marry, was't; and he put it by I would not-s0 with love I might entreat you— thrice, every time gentler than the other; and at Be any further moved. [Join hands.] What you every putting by mine honest neighbors shouted. have said
Cas. Who offered him the crown! I will consider; what you have to say,
Casca. Why, Antony. I will with patience hear, and find a time
Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca. Both meet to hear and answer such high things. Casca. I can as well be hanged as tell the man
[Three shouts. ner of it; it was mere foolery: I did not mark it.