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Enter BURLEIGH, L. S. E., goes slowly to the chair and sits.

Sneer. Mr. Puff!

Puff. Hush! vastly well, sir! vastly well! a most interesting gravity!

Dan. What, isn't he to speak at all?

Puff. Egad, I thought you'd ask me that. Yes, it is a very likely thing, that a minister in his situation, with the whole affairs of the nation on his head, should have time to talk! But hush! or you'll put him out.

Sneer. Put him out! how the plague can that be, if he's not going to say anything?

Puff. There's a reason! Why, his part is to think : and how the plague do you imagine he can think, if you keep talking?

Dan. That's very true, upon my word!

[Burleigh comes forward, c., shakes his head. Puff. Shake your head more-more-damn it, man, shake your head as if there was something in it.

[Burleigh shakes his head extravagantly, and exit, R. Sneer. He is very perfect, indeed. Now, pray what did he mean by that?

Puff. You don't take it?

Sneer. No, I don't, upon my soul.

Puff. Why, by that shake of the head, he gave you to understand, that even though they had more justice in their cause, and wisdom in their measures, yet, if there was not a greater spirit shown on the part of the people, the country would at last fall a sacrifice to the hostile ambition of the Spanish monarchy.

Sneer. The devil!-Did he mean all that by shaking his head?

Puff. Every word of it-if he shook his head as I taught him.

Sneer. Oh, here are some of our old acquaintance.

Enter HATTON and RALEIgh, r.

'Sir C. My niece, and your niece, too!

By Heaven! there's witchcraft in't. He could not else 'Have gained their hearts. But see where they approach; 'Some horrid purpose lowering on their brows!

'Sir W. Let us withdraw, and mark them.

[They retire up.

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'And pluméd valour moulds in roosted sloth?
Why dimly glimmers that heroic flame,
'Whose reddening blaze, by patriot spirit fed,
Should be the beacon of a kindling realm?
Can the quick current of a patriot heart
Thus stagnate in a cold and weedy converse,
Or freeze in tideless inactivity?

'No! rather let the fountain of your valour
Spring through each stream of enterprise,
Each petty channel of conducive daring,

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Till the full torrent of your foaming wrath 'O'erwhelm the flats of sunk hostility!'

Puff. [Runs up and embraces him.] Allow me to introduce Mr. Horrebow to you-Mr. Dangle and Mr. Sneer. [Returns to L.

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Sir W. No more! the freshening breath of thy re


'Hath filled the swelling canvass of our souls! 'And thus, though fate should cut the cable of

[All take hands. Our topmost hopes, in friendship's closing line, 'We'll grapple with despair, and if we fall, 'We'll fall in Glory's wake!

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[They part hands. Lei. [Slowly.] There spoke Old England's genius!' Puff. No, no, sir: Old England's genius never spoke in that way. She must be a devilish queer genius if she did. No, sir, keep it up. [Quotes with heroic bombast.] There spoke Old England's genius!'

Lei. [With Puff's manner.] There spoke Old England's genius!

'Then, are we all resolved?

'All. We are-all resolved. Lei. To conquer-or be free.

All. To conquer-or be free.

'Lei. All?

'All. All!'

Dan. Nem. con., egad!

Puff. Oh, yes, where they do agree on the stage, their unanimity is wonderful.

Lei. Then, let's embrace-[They embrace,] and now'

Sneer. What the plague, is he going to pray?



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Puff. Yes, hush! In great emergencies, there is nothing like a prayer!

'Lei. Oh, mighty Mars!'

Puff. Stop, my dear sir! You do not expect to find Mars there. No, sir: whenever you address the gods, always look into the upper gallery.

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Lei. [Looking up to the gallery.] Oh, mighty Mars!' Dan. But why should he pray to Mars?

Puff. Hush!

'Lei. Oh, mighty Mars, if, in thy homage bred,

Each point of discipline I've still observed;

Nor but by due promotion, and the right

'Of service, to the rank of Major-General

Have risen ;'—

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Puff. Keep up the Major-General! [Repeats the line with force.] To the rank of Major-General have risen!' Tip them the Major-General, pray.

Lei. [After Puff's manner.] To the rank of Major-

'Have risen; assist thy votary now!

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Gov. [Kneels on Leicester's R.] Yet do not rise-hear me!

'Mast. of H. [Kneels on Governor's R.] And me! Sir W. [Kneels on Leicester's R.] And me!

Sir C. [Kneels on Sir W.'s L.] And me!'

Puff. [Kneels, L.] And me! Now, mind your hits ;— pray all together.


All. Behold thy votaries submissive beg,

That thou wilt deign to grant them all they ask ;'— Puff. No, no, gentlemen, the emphasis is upon the word all. Thus :

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Behold thy votaries submissive beg,

That thou wilt deign to grant them all they ask!'

Now, gentlemen.

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All. Behold thy votaries submissive beg,

'That thou wilt deign to grant them all they ask;

'Assist them to accomplish all their ends,

'And sanctify whatever means they use

'To gain them!'

Sneer. A very orthodox quintetto!

Puff. Vastly well, gentlemen, indeed, for persons who are not much in the habit of praying. Is that well man

aged or not? I believe you haven't such a prayer as that on the stage.

Sneer. Not exactly.

Lei. [To Puff] But, sir, you haven't settled how we are to get off here.

Puff. You could not go off kneeling, could you?
Lei. Oh, no, sir, impossible!

Puff. It would have a good effect, 'ifaith, if you could "exeunt praying!" Yes, and would vary the established mode of springing off with a glance at the pit.

Sneer. Oh, never mind: so as you get them off, I'll answer for it, the audience won't care how.

Puff. Well, then, repeat the last line standing, and go off the old way.

All. And sanctify whatever means we use to gain


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Dan. Bravo! a fine exit.

Sneer. Stay a moment.

The SENTINELS get up.

[Exeunt, R.

1st. Sen. All this shall to Lord Burleigh's ear. '2d. Sen. 'Tis meet it should.'

[Exeunt Sentinels, R. Dan. Hey!-why, I thought those fellows had been asleep?

Puff. Only a pretence; there's the art of it; they were spies of Lord Burleigh's. But take care, my dear Dangle, the morning gun is going to fire.

Dan. Well, that will have a fine effect.

Puff. I think so, and helps to realize the scene. [Cannon, three times from battery, L.] What the plague !three morning guns!—there never is but one! Aye, this is always the way at the theatre-give these fellows a good thing, and they never know when to have done with


You have no more cannon to fire?

Promp. [From within, L.] No, sir.

Puff. Now, then, for soft music.

Sneer. Pray what's that for?

Puff. It shows that Tilburina is coming; nothing intro

duces you a heroine like soft music.

Dan. And her confidant, I suppose?

Here she comes.

Puff. To be sure: here they are-inconsolable-to the minuet in Ariadne !

[Soft music in Orchestra.

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Til. Now flowers unfold their beauties to the sun, 'And, blushing, kiss the beam he sends to wake them. The striped carnation, and the guarded rose, The vulgar wall-flower, and smart gilly-flower, 'The polyanthus mean-the dapper daisy, 'Sweet William, and sweet marjorum-and all 'The tribe of single and of double pinks!

'Now, too, the feathered warblers tune their notes

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Around, and charm the listening grove-The lark!

The linnet! chaffinch! bullfinch! goldfinch! greenfinch!

'--But, oh! to me no joy can they afford!
'Nor rose, nor wall-flower, nór smart gilly-flower,
Nor polyanthus mean, nor dapper daisy,
'Nor William sweet, nor marjorum-nor lark,
'Linnet, nor all the finches of the grove!'

Puff. [Holding his handkerchief to his eyes.] Your white handkerchief, madam-there, if you please.

Til. I thought, sir, I wasn't to use that 'till heartrending woe.'

Puff. Oh, yes, madam-at 'the finches of the grove,' if you please,

Til. -Nor lark,

'Linnet, nor all the finches of the grove!'

Puff. Vastly well, madam!

Dan. Vastly well, indeed!

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• Til. For, oh, too sure, heart-rending woe is now

'The lot of wretched Tilburina!'

Dan. Oh! 'tis too much.

Sneer. Oh!-it is, indeed.

Con. (R.) Be comforted, sweet lady-for who knows, But Heaven has yet some milk-white day in store. Tit. Alas, my youthful-gentle Nora,

Thy tender youth as yet hath never mourned

'Love's fatal dart.

'Con. But see where your stern father comes; 'It is not meet that he should find you thus.'

Puff. Hey, what the plague! what a cut is here!— why, what is become of the description of her first meeting with Don Whiskerandos? his gallant behaviour in the sea-fight, and the simile of the canary bird?

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