Count. What else? Karl, As fine an imitation of a shoulder of mutton as ever I clapp'd my eyes on. Enter KELMAR, exhausted by haste and fatigue. Count. Kelmar! Kel. Ah, the Count and his companion!-Thank heaven, I am arrived in time! my master will be saved, though Claudine, my poor unhappy child, is lost. Fly, I beseech you, fly from this spot! Do not question me; this is no time for explanations; one moment longer, and you are betrayed-your lives irrecoverably sacrificed. Count. Would you again deceive us? Kel. I have been myself deceived-fatally deceived! let an old man's prayers prevail with you! Leave, oh leave this accursed place, and Enter WOLF, in his miller's dress. Kel. Ay, the miller! than has hope forsaken me. Yet one ray, one effort more, andWolf. Thy treachery is known. [He seizes Kelmar by the collar. Kel. One successful effort more, and death is wel come. Wolf. Villain! Kel. Thou art the villain-see-behold! [With a violent effort of strength, the old man suddenly turns upon the miller, and tears open his vest, beneath which he appears armed-Wolf, at the same instant, dashes Kelmar from him, who, impelled forward, is caught by the Count-the Count "draws his sword-Wolf draws pistols in each hand from his side pockets, and his hat falls off at the same instant-appropriate music. Count. "Tis he! the same! 'tis Wolf. Wolf. Spiller! Golotz! [Rushes out. Karl. Is it Wolf? Damn his pistols! This shall reach him. [Throws down the poniard, and, catching the Count's sword, hastens after Wolf-the report of a pistol is immediately heard. Exit Count Friberg and Kelmar. At the same moment, GOLOTZ, and another robber, disguised, followed by Lothair, burst from the house. Go. We are called; Wolf called us!-Ah, they have discovered him! Lot. 'Tis too late to follow him, he has reached the bridge. Gol. Then he is safe; but see, at the foot of the hill, armed men, in the Friberg uniform, press forward to the mill. Lot. This way,-we must meet them, then; in, to the subterranean pass! [Exit Golotz.] Now, Claudine, thy sufferings shall cease, and thy father's wrongs shall be revenged, [Exit. SCENE V.-A near View of the Mill, standing on an elevated Projection-from the foreground a narrow Bridge passes to the rocky Promontory across the Ravine. MUSIC.-Enter RAVINA, ascending the ravine with the fusee, which she places carefully in the crannies of the rock. Rav. My trial is over; the train is safe. From this spot I may receive the signal from Lothair, and, at one blow, the hapless victims of captivity is fired without.) Ah, Wolf! and insult are amply, dreadfully avenged. (A pistol Enter WOLF, as pursued, and turning, fires his remaining pistol, then hurries across the bridge, which he instantly draws up-KARL following. Wolf. (With a shout of great exultation.) Ha, ha! you strive in vain! Karl. Cowardly rascal! you will be caught at last. [Shaking his sword at Wolf Wolf. By whom? Karl. Your only friend, Beelzebub: run as fast as you will, he'll trip up your heels at last. descend from the spot alive, unless with liberty. Wolf. Fool-hardy slave, I have sworn never to Karl. Oh, we'll accommodate you; you shall have liberty to ascend from it; the wings of your own mill shall be the gallows, and fly with every rascal of you into the other world. Wolf. Golotz!-Golotz, I say! [Calling towards the mill Enter COUNT FRIBERG, with KELMAR and the Attendants from the Chateau Friberg, in uniform, and armed with sabres. Count. Wretch! your escape is now impossible. Surrender to the injured laws of your country. withdraw your followers, and let my troop pass free, by my hand she dies! Kel. Oh, mercy! Count. Hold yet a moment! Wolf. Withdraw your followers. Count. Till thou art yielded up to justice, they never shall depart. Wolf. For that threat, be this your recompense! Lot. (Throwing aside his cloak.) And this my triumph. [MUSIC.-Lothair places himself before Claudine, and receives Wolf's attack-the Robber is wounded, staggers back, sounds his bugle, and the Mill is crowded with Banditti-Lothair throws back the bridge, catches Claudine in his arms, upon his release from Wolf, and hurries upon the bridge. Lot. (Crossing the bridge with Claudine in his arms.) Ravina, fire the train. Rav. I cannot. Lot. Nay, then give me the match! [Lothair instantly sets fire to the fusee, the flash of which is seen to run down the side of the rock into the gully under the bridge, from which Ravina has ascended, and the explosion immediately takes placeKelmar, rushing forward, catches Claudine in his arms. A COMEDY, IN FIVE ACTS.-BY JOHN TOBIN. Jaques.-"WHY, YOU RAGAMUFFINS! WHAT D'YE TITTER AT?"-Act iii, scene 2. And hear, amid the rending tackle's roar, Can you be secret?\ Count. You have found me so In matters of some moment. Duke. Listen, then: I have prepar'd a penance for her pride, (All things are well digested for the purpose), She, like a well-train'd hawk, shall, at my whistle, Count. Most excellent! A plot of rare invention! Duke. When, with a bold hand, I have weeded out The rank growth of her pride, she'll be a garden Duke. You've her father's voice? Count. Yes; and we have concerted, that this Instead of Friar Dominic, her confessor, [evening, Who from his pious office is disabled By sudden sickness, I should visit her; And, as her mind's physician feel the pulse Of her affection. Duke. May you quickly find Her love to you the worst of her offences! He is a common railer against women; Count. Most rare ones A happy wit, and independent spirit. Duke. And then he is a brave, too. 1 marvel much they suffer them to walk What most that active member of a woman Count. Have you found it? [smoke-jack! Rol. Umph! not exactly-something like a For it goes ever without winding up: But that wears out in time-thereails the simile. Count. 'Twas. Rol. He saw me, And hurried off! Count. Ay! 'twas most wise in him, Rol. Why now, in reason, what can he expect? To marry such a woman! A thing so closely pack'd with her own pride, Count. Peace, Rolando! You rail at women as priests cry down pleasure; Come, come, however you may mask your nature, Count. Had I a sister, mother, nay, my grandam, Discreet though witty, learn'd, yet very humble; I'd marry certainly. You shall find two such, Count. You are merry. Where shall we dine together? Count. Nay, I insist. Rol. Where shall I meet you, then? Count. Here, at the Mermaid, Rol. I don't like the sign; A mermaid is half woman. Count. Pshaw, Rolando! But for the simple and the pure delight You strain this humour beyond sense or measure. Count. Agreed. Enter ZAMORA, disguised. Rol. Go on, then; I will but give directions to my page, Count. A pretty smooth-fac'd boy: Rol. The lad is handsome, and for one so youngSave that his heart will flutter at a drum, And he would rather eat his sword than draw it- If any cunning chemist could compound them, And breath'd an healing influence throughout me. Count. I will not fail. ZAMORA comes forward. [Exit Count. Rol. The wars are ended, boy. Zam. I'm glad of that, sir. Rol. Pshaw, those tears! Well, well, we'll talk of this some other day. They are like comets, to be wonder'd at, Zam. Doubt me not, sir. What a hard fate is mine! to follow thus Or other glorious dame, or some rare virgin, [ter, To turn the headstrong current of his spleen! Though, 'tis a fearful hazard. This perplexity Balth. Not yet apparell'd? Vol. 'Tis her wedding-day, sir: On such occasions women claim some grace. The coming of her greatness? Vol. Bravely, sir. Instead of the high honours that await her, Rol. You should be sorry, if you love your master. I think that, were she now to be enthron'd, Zam. Then I am very sorry. Rol. We must part, boy! Zam. Part? Rol. I am serious. Zam. Nay, you cannot mean it. Have I been idle, sir, or negligent? Rol. I'm a disbanded soldier, without pay; Zam. Let not that Divide us, sir; thought of how I far'd Never yet troubled me, and shall not now. Indeed, I never follow'd you for hire, [Exil She would become her coronation: Jul. How! not come? the duke not come! |