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Spa. For a Magnifico-a Don of dons.
And for that knave,
Twill make surprise the sharper; Shame,
The rabble's laugh strike with a louder roar
Some paper, Sir.
That slave shall marry her!
They run to the net
[He writes, reading at intervals. Spa. That's a love-letter-I know it, by his being so desperately puzzled. And I'm to be the minister of the tender passion-the Carrier-dove-Cupid's postmaster-general.
Lor. "I have abandoned,"-"Marry her,"-
"To His Highness, the Prince de Pindemonté."
Take this with speed
[A distant sound of the Chorus is heard.]
That then must make her world?
[The Chorus is heard more distantly.
Serv. Signior, he's gone! He left the house on the spur.
Lor. My letter! 'twill ruin all !
[He rushes out, the Chorus passing away.
SCENE I.-VENTOSO's House. A handsome Apartment; a beaufet with plate; a showy Chair in the centre. Servants are arranging the Room.
LEONORA glides in.
Leon. Grand preparations! All the dancers come!
To his palazza; if the Prince be gone, Follow to Count Ventoso's. [He drops his head on the Table]-Oh, Victoria! Spa. [Takes the Letter, peeps into it]-Oh, were Torrento here! but he is lost! "Five hundred crowns."-A draft on His High-The merriest fellow that e'er woke the night ness, no doubt. I'll draw a draught on him, With the sweet music of a lover's vows. too-a draught on his cellar. When the high [A low Symphony of Horns is heard contracting parties deal in loans, the ambas- without, which continues till the Song sadors have a right to their per centage. Oh, silver sounds! whence are ye? From the thrones,
Such as that dark hour is bringing, my
The COUNTESS enters, followed by BERNARDO, with plate.
Coun. Bernardo, set those cups
beaufet, These tankards in the middle. [She gazes] There's a sight!
Where are the covers? What's the man about? Must I do all the work with my own hands? [To another]-Bring out the bowl! Heaven knows for what you're fed. Bring out, I say, my mother's christening bowl. (Saints rest the time, I seldom left it dry.) Softly, Sir, China's not iron. Blockhead! by my life, I wish the world were peopled without men! (This night will kill me.) [To another]-Where's your master, knave? Ven.-[Entering exultingly.] Here, Countess! I have news for you,-the
He's the true Phoenix!-I have heard of him
Bern. [Entering, announces]-His Highness the Prince de Pindemonté. [The Septett begins. A train of Valets, richly dressed, enter. TORRENTO, magnificently Costumed, follows, and flings himself into the Chair; the Valets ranging themselves behind.]
SEPTETT and CHORUS.
Hail! to proud Palermo's city,
Fam'd for all that's rich and rare;
Fam'd for churches, without slumber;
Tapestry.-Twill do. [Aside. [To Bernardo]-Pray, fellow, who are those, Bowing beside me?
[To an Attendant]-Carlo, bring my musk. Coun. [To Ventoso]-Address the Prince[Aside.
Ven. Most mighty! most magnificent! Coun. The man's tongue-tied! [To Ventoso]-I will address his Highness. Aside. Thanks to the stars, Most noble, puissant, and illustrious Prince, Most glorious news! I dream'd of it last night; Whose virtues, dignities, and ancient birth, Saw golden showers, proud dames and cavaliers, This day both honour and eclipse our house. All silk and diamonds. Ven. Eclipse our house!
Well knows the name. I thought to tell you,
This new acquaintance asked himself to-night;
V'en. I make a speech!
I'd take a tiger by the beard as soon.
Here you must stay. [To a Servant]-Call in the singers.
Enter SINGers. She ranges them.
Now, as his Highness enters, sing the stave You sang for the King's entry. Sing it out; I'll have no whisperings for my money. [Flourish of Clarinets and Horns outside.] "His Highness the Prince de Pindemonte" is announced by successive, Servants outside.
[Attempting to harangue. Tor. [Half aside] Rival orators! Honour! This moment there are ten grandees Waiting, with each an heiress in his hand; I leave them to despair. The Emperor Offered me three archduchesses at once, With provinces for portions.-I declined. Ven. [Haranguing]-This day eclipse our house!
A Grand Signior! Tor. Aye, there's my whisker'd friend, the A brilliant spirit, spite of Mahomet, [Ottoman, The finest judge in Europe of champagneHe would have given his haram, wife and all. Ven. His wife!- -a wise old Turk.
[Aside, laughing. Tor. Where is the bride? Coun. She waits your Highness' bidding. Ven. [To the Countess] Listen, wife; No tyranny. She must not be compelled. [Aside. Coun. [To Ventoso aside]-Hold your wise tongue-if she's a child of mine, I'd make her wed a hippopotamus. [Exit. Ven. A hippopotamus! [Laughing]-Twixt son and wife
I might turn showman. Tor. [Advances towards a Picture] A noble picture, Count-a Tintoret? Ven. Some martyrdom, or marriage - all the same. Aside.
But Prince, my Titian,-worth its weight in Given to Lorenzo! [Aside, anxiously—Was gold. [Pointing to a Picture. Bernardo. [Announces]-The Signior Stefano. [He enters haugh'ily. Ste. So, Count, your servant! Use no ceremony.
A showy house.-Those brawling citizens Have blocked your gates. I fought my way; -'tis hot;
Here, lacquey, take my cloak.
it lost by chance? [To Tor.
Lost among gamblers! [Aside] Let me look
Now, where's your son-in law. [To Ventoso. I'll drive him from my heart. [Aside] Has His Highness' chair!
St. Anthony!-He'll see you.-'Tis the Prince.
Rise, bonest friend!
Rise, if you'd keep your ears-She'll talk to
This is the wildest fellow of them all. [Aside.
A bold usurper.
So glides upon her clouds the queen of Love!
Ere I have done with him.
it a name?
Tor. [Holds it playfully from her-Ste-
Told in the glistening of a fair maid's eye!
Plung'd in the billows of the angry sea,
Vic. Lorenzo! cruel, faithless Lorenzo!
Pardon, gracious Prince,
Betrayed, blown up. [Aside.
He know the Prince!
Out with him, husband.
Tor. [To Victoria] Transcendent one!-
[He lifts the Veil, and stands surprised. Coun. He's struck at once! [Aside to Count.
Ste. As sure as he's a prince-old Vanity.
[Aside. Or lead some ancient idiots by the ears, As easily as asses. And his name,
Tor. A. paragon of beauty! and alone?
Has she no sister-witchery?
Fit to be looked at
To the Countess. I think-'twas called-Torrento!
But a girl, a child,
[Aside.[He Takes a Miniature from his bosom, and gazes on it.
[Looking on Tor. Still unbang'd?
Ste. His time will come, my Prince.
Coun. [Aside, angrily, to Ventoso]—I know
Where is that varlet?
Ste. This sounds of Curiosity; beware!
PRIDF SHALL HAVE A FALL.
Coun. 'Tis woman's privilege; 'tis the salt
from the scent;
I'll rhapsodize the fools.
Ven. There's a proud step, the frown of a
I'll lead them Poh! I'll be one next week! I'll learn the step!
True, lady, by the roses on those lips,
Both man and woman would find life a waste, Must I stay here all night?
But for the cunning of-Curiosity!
She's the world's witch, and through the world | What jewels would you choose to wear in
The merriest masquer underneath the moon!
In morning shawls; and by their pillow sits,
My noble father; there's a hunting lodge,
Give me your ear.
The hundredth Novel of the Great Unknown!
And wonder what's o'clock, then sink again;
Bow down to sovereign CURIOSITY! Ste. The knave has spirit, fire, a tongue;
For life is rapture, when 'tis crown'd by love! [Ventoso leads. The Countess is handed by Torrento, who moves round her to the Music.
SCENE. II-A Saloon, decorated for a Fête, opening on the Garden, with a view of the Bay. Illuminated boats, fireworks, etc. The Dance has begun. Towards its close, TORRENTO, handing the CoUNTESS, with VENTOSO leading the way, enters. Tor. Magnificent! Incomparable! Superior to my friend the grand Signior's fêtes—to Naples-to the Tuileries-superb! But the goddess of the night! Where is your lovely daughter?
Coun. She will be here by-and-bye. Seek cunning for her, Bernardo.
Can it be he?-and yet, that countenance.
Coun. Your Highness sups with us?
A hurried thing. My daughter will return.
[A Tumult is heard outside. The Dancers retire.]
Coun. What can be the meaning of all this noise? Street serenaders! Voices prodigiously high! Tor. But set in a prodigiously low key. A quarrel among the footmen.
[The Noise increases. Ven. They are breaking into the house. Worse and worse. [He hurries to the Door. Tor. [Listening]-It's more like breaking out of prison. A bravura of bars, with a running accompaniment of chains-linked sweetness [Lorenzo's voice heard long drawn out." outside, through the Clamour. The Count Lor. The Count will see me. Out of my way, scoundrelsshall see me. I will cut the throat of the first that stops me. [He bursts into the Saloon, forcing the Attendants before him. Coun. The Captain!-Insult. Ven. The Captain!-Bloodshed. Tor. The Captain!-(Ruin.)
[Aside. Aside. [Together.
Lor. Count, I come to-[Sees Torrento] By supper time.-I'll know the truth this night.-Oh! you here, Sir.-Give me my letter this [Aside-he goes. instant.
Tor. What do you mean?—I have no let-hundred dozen of that guitar-scraper, that ter.-What, in the name of confusion, brings sighing Cavaliero, that pays me my wages now, you here? You'll destroy your own scheme. and be hanged to him. My master! [Sees Lorenzo, and runs out.
Lor. All's safe, then. [Aside] · Count, I [TORRENTO glances over the Letter.] make no apology. I have come to render you Tor. "Five hundred crowns more."—[Aside] the most essential service;-to warn you, that Psha! contemptible! you are on the brink of disgrace,-that your family are about to be plunged into contempt, vexation and shame, that this marriage is-a mockery! and this Prince-an impostor!
Tor. An explosion! All's over—I have nothing to do but to make a run for it.-The door crowded.) [Aside]-Count, you can't believe this? You should know me better.
Lor. What devil owed me a grudge, when I wrote that letter.
Ven. I should like to see the inside of that paper, Sir.
Tor. Bad policy, that. [Aside] No, spare him. [In his ear] Merely a begging letter:"Pressure of the times-tax upon pipe-clay )— deficiency of shoes." Beginning, as usual, with Ven. Here's a discovery! An earthquake! sycophancy, and ending with supplication. Is this possible? [To Torrento]-Why, he Ven. [Peeping over his shoulder, reads] has not a word to say in his defence. No "Scoundrel!" A very original compliment. Prince!-Yet I thought I could not be mista- must see that letter. [He seizes it, and reads] ken, he was so monstrously impudent.-There "Scoundrel!" Nothing very sycophantic yet. was something in old Stefano's hints, after all, Lor. [Attempting to obtain the Letter]– Know you better! Sir, I don't choose to ex-Count, must insist. That letter is mine: tend my acquaintance in your line at present. written for the purpose of relieving you from The world is full of impostors ! all future trouble on this painful subject. Tor. Count, it is impossible. Private correspondence-seal of secrecy-tale of distress— [Reaching at the Letter
Coun. Can I believe my eyes! - He seems mightily cast down. [Looking at Torrento. Ven. Aye-cast) for transportation.
Tor. The girl's worth fighting for. I'll battle it out. [Aside. To Lorenzo]-Sir, my insulted honour scorns to defend itself but by times. my sword. Dare you draw?
Ven. [Reads]-"I am determined to take [He half draws his Sword. no further interest in Count Ventoso's family." Lor. [Bursting into a contemptuous Laugh] -Very proper; just what Count Ventoso wishes. Draw! and with you! Go, draw corks.-The Lor. There-there, read no more. devil take his impudence! Begone, Sir! was my entire object. [Interposing] Tear
Coun. There will be suicide; I shall faint. that letter. Tor. Countess, I respect your delicacy. Ven. [Reads]-"I have abandoned all per[Sheathes his Sword] You shall have proof sonal respect for that pedigree of fools." Phoirresistible of my rank and honour. You, Sir, Coun. Fools! A libel on the whole nobility. shall hear of me to-morrow. [To Lorenzo. Tor. The Captain's in a hopeful way. Lor. Count and Countess, I congratulate [Aside. you. This is true triumph! Leave the house. Ven. [Reads]-"No contempt can be too His rank and honour, ha, ha! He will not severe for the bloated vanity of the vulgar find a gentleman in the whole circuit of the| Mother ;-[He laughs, aside. island to vouch for his character, his property, Coun. Excellent! I like it extremely. Bloator his title. [As Torrento retires, Spado tot-ed! So, Sir, this is your doing. [Going up to ters in behind, Drunk, holding up a Letter. Lorenzo]-Bloated vanity! He deserves to be Spa. A letter, my Lord Count. [The At-racked-bastinadoed. Husband, throw that tendants attempt to hold him] Dog, would letter into the fire! you stop royal correspondence? would you rob Lor. Count, hear me; hear reason. Will the mail? Is the Prince de Pindemonte here? you be plundered and disgraced? Will you [Totters about] Keeps mighty good wine in his Palazza. I'll drink his health any time in the twenty-four hours. A letter for the Prince de Pindemonté.
Lor. Spado! [Rushes forward]—That's my letter, Sirrah.
Tor. Spado! [Seizes the Letter]—That's my letter.
have your family degraded, and your daughter duped? Read no more of that unfortunate letter.
Ven. I must have a line or two yet. [Reads]
"Or the inanity of that meagre compound of title and trade, the-ridiculous Father." [To Lorenzo]-Death and daggers, Sir! Is this all you have to say? What excuse? What reason? Out of my house! Inanity— meagre! Out, out! Go! [He tears the Letter] I'll bring an action! Title and trade! There is Ven. I wish they were all three looking the impostor. [Pointing to Lorenzo] — Out for it at the bottom of the deepest well in of the house, I say! Sicily. [Aside. Coun. Out of the house! Prince, let us leave
Coun. Horribly inebriated. We shall come at the truth at last.
Tor. Here, Count and Countess, is convin-him to himself. cing proof! his own letter,-for the fellow can Tor. His whole story is palpably a fable. write,-addressed to me! [Reads]--"To his -I think I have peppered the Hussar pretty Highness the Prince de Pindemonte." handsomely. Beat him by the odd trick at Spa. You the Prince-ha, ha! a prince of last; trumped the Captain's knave. [Aside. good fellows; always liked him. Worth a [Leading off the Countess towards the
1) Cond. mned.
1. The soldiers use pipe-clay to clean their regimentals