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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 them.'

[Exeunt, R. Dan. Bravo! a fine exit. Sneer. Stay a moment.

The SENTINELS get up. * 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 Dan. gle, 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 ono! Aye, this is always the way at the theatre-give these fellows a good thing, and they never know when to have done with it. 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 introduces you a heroine like soft music. Here she comes.

Dan. And her confidant, I suppose ?

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

[Soft music in Orchestra.

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Enter TilburInA and CONFIDANT, R. · 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 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,

T'il. -Nor lark, · Linnet, nor all the finches of the grove !' (Weeps.

Puff. Vastly well, madam !
Dan. Vastly well, indeed!

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 llant behaviour in the sea-fight, and the simile of the

canary

bird ?

Til. Indeed, sir, you'll find they will not be missed.
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 counsel'st right, but ’tis no easy task • Tor barefaced grief to wear a mask of joy.

Enter GOVERNOR, R. Gov. How's this—in tears ?—0– Puff. There's a round O! for

you. Sneer. A capital O!

Gov. Tilburina, shame! • Is this a time for maudlin tenderness, • And Cupid's baby woes ?—hast thou not heard • That haughty Spain's Pope-consecrated fleet • Advances to our shores, while England's fate, • Like a clipped guinea, trembles in the scale ! Til. (Seizing Governor's hand.] Then, is the crisis of

my fate at hand! I see the fleet's approach—1 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.

Snecr. Yes; a kind of poetical second-sight !
Puff. Yes.-Now, then, madam.

· Til. -I see their decks · Are cleared !—I see the signal made ! • The line is formed !-a cable's length asunder! • I see the frigates stationed in the rear; • And now, I hear the thunder of the guns ! • I hear the victor's shouts—I also hear • The vanquished 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 turned

thy brain :

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• The Spanish fleet thou cans't 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, then, refuse his offer?
Gov. I must-I will—I can-I ought-I do.
Til. His liberty is all he asks.'
Puff His liberty is all he asks.'
Sneer. All who asks, Mr. Puff ?-Who is—he ?

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! 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 touched 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!

[About to exit. Puf: My dear sir, give that a little more force, if you please— but the Governor's resolved ! . Gov. [Imitating Puff"s manner.] The father softens

but the governor • Is resolved!

[Exit, quickly, L. Til. 'Tis well—hence, then, fond hopes—fond passion

hence; 'Duty, behold I am all over thine-

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Whis.Without, r.) Where is my love-my-behind! Puff My what?— What's that, Mr. Penson?

Enter WHISKERANDOS, R. Puff: Have the goodness to let me hear that line again. • Whis. Where is my love-my behind ?'

Puff. No, no, sir !— Where is my love-my-behind the scenes'-spoken behind the scenes.

Whis. Oh, 1 beg pardon, sir, but I assure you it is written so in my part. [Exit, R.Puf crosses to Sneer and Dangle.

Enter WHISKERANDOS, R. •Whis. (R.) Where is my love--my-beauteous enemy, • My conquering Tilburina! How! is't 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 !

Til. Oh, no; how little dost thou know thy Tilburina. • Whis. Art 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. Oh, matchless excellence! And must we part? • Well, if-we must-we must—and in that case • The less is said the better.'

Puf: Heyday! 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 !

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