"2d Niece. He comes, the false disturber | of my quiet. Beefeater. Thou must do more—renounce thy love! "Now,vengeance, do thy worst.-[Aside. "Whiskerandos. Thou liest base Beef Enter WHISKERANDOS, "O hateful liberty-if thus in vain "I seek my Tilburina! "Both Nieces. And ever shalt ! Sir CHRISTOPHER and Sir WALTER come forward. "Hold! we will avenge you. [The two Nieces draw their two daggers eater! "Beefeater. Ha! hell! the lie! "By Heav'n, thou'st roused the lion in my heart! [Discovers himself, by throwing off his upper dress; and appearing in a very fine waistcoat. "Am I a Beefeater now? to strike WHISKERANDOS: the two Un-"Or beams my crest as terrible as when cles at the instant,with their two swords "InBiscay'sBay I took thy captive sloop?" drawn,catch their two Nieces' arms, and Puff. There, egad! he comes out to turn the points of their swords to be the very captain of the privateer WHISKERANDOS, who immediately draws who had taken Whiskerandos pritwo daggers, and holds them to the two Nieces bosoms.] and was himself an old lover soner of Tilburina's. Dangle. Admirably managed, in Puff. Now, stand out of their way. "Whiskerandos. Ithank thee, fortune! "A weapon to chastise this insolent. Puff. There's situation for you! there's an heroic group! You see the ladies can't stab Whiskerandos-deed. he durst not strike them, for fear of their uncles--the uncles durst not kill him, because of their nieces I have them all at a dead lock!. - for every one of them is afraid to let go first. Sneer. Why, then they must stand there for ever. that hast thus bestow'd [Takes up one of the swords. "Beefeater. I take thy challenge, Spaniard, and I thank thee, "Fortune, too!—” [Takes up the other sword. Dangle.That's excellently contrived!-it seems as if the two uncles had left their swords on purpose for them. "Beefeater. In the queen's name I Puff. No, egad, they could not help charge you all to drop "Your swords and daggers!" [They drop their swords and daggers. [Exeunt, with the two Nieces. "Whiskerandos. What's he, who bids us thus renounce our guard? leaving them. "Whiskerandos. Vengeance and Tilburina! "Beefeater. Exactly so [They fight and after the usual number of wounds given, WHISKERANDOS falls. "Whiskerandos. O cursed parry!—that last thrust in tierce "Was fatal-Captain, thou hast fenced well! "And Whiskerandos quits this bustling "Perhaps the fleets have met! amazing nity - He would have Puff. No, sir-that's not it—once more, if you please. Whiskerandos. I wish, sir, you would practise this without me-I can't stay dying here all night. Puff. Very well; we'll go over it by and by-I must humour these gentlemen! [Exit WHISKERANDOS. "Beefeater. Farewell, brave Spaniard! and when next ---" crisis! Sneer. Poor gentleman! Puff. Yes and no one to blame but his daughter! Dangle. And the planets— Puff. True.-Now enter Tilburina! Sneer. Egad, the business comes on quick here. Puff. Yes, sir-now she comes in stark mad in white satin. Sneer. Why in white satin? Puff. O Lord, sir-when a heroine goes mad, she always goes into white satin-don't she, Dangle? Dangle. Always-it's a rule. Puff. Yes-here it is-[looking at the book.] 'Enter Tilburîna stark mad Puff. Dear sir, you needn't speak in white satin, and her confidant stark that speech, as the body has walked mad in white linen.' off. Enter TILBURINA and CONFIDANT, mad, according to custom. Sneer. But, what the deuce, is the confidant to be mad too? Puff. To be sure she is: the confidant is always to do whatever her mistress does; weep when she weeps, smile when she smiles, go mad when she goes mad.-Now, madam confidant-but keep your madness in the back ground, if you please. "Tilb. The wind whistles - the moon rises - see, "They have kill'd my squirrel in his cage! "Is this a grasshopper?-Ha! no; it is my "Whiskerandos-you shall not keep him"I know you have him in your pocket — "An oyster may be cross'd in love!-Who says -and very "A whale's a bird?-Ha! did you call where! "Ah me! He's nowhere!" He's every Exit TILBURINA. Puff. There, do you ever desire to see any body madder than that? Sneer. Never, while I live! Puff. You observed how she mangled the metre? Sneer. But pray, who are these gentlemen in green with him? Puff. Those?-those are his banks. Sneer. His banks? Puff. Yes, one crowned with alders, and the other with a villa!—you take the allusions? But hey! what the plague! you have got both your Dangle. Yes-egad, it was the first thing made me suspect she was out of banks on one side-Here, sir, come her senses. round Ever while you live, Sneer. And pray what becomes of Thames,go between your banks. [Bell her? rings.] There,soh! now for't-Stand away, banks. Puff. She is gone to throw herself aside, my dear friends! into the sea, to be sure-and that Thames! [Exit THAMES between his brings us at once to the scene of action, and so to my catastrophe-my [Flourish of drums, trumpets, sea-fight, I mean. cannon, etc. etc. Scene changes to Sneer. What you bring that in at last? the sea the fleets engage the Puff. Yes, yes-you know my play music plays 'Britons, strike home.' is called the Spanish Armada; other-- Spanish fleet destroyed by firewise, egad, I have no occasion for the ships,etc.-English fleet advances— battle at all. Now then for my mag-musicplays 'Rule, Britannia?—The nificence! my battle!-my noise!-procession of all the English rivers, and my procession! You are all and their tributaries, with their emready? PROMPTER within. Yes, sir. blems, etc. begins with Handel's water music, ends with a chorus, to the march in Judas Maccabaeus.During this scene, Puff directs and applauds every thing-then.] Puff. Well, pretty well-but not Puff. Very well indeed-See, gen- quite perfect-so, ladies and gentletlemen, there's a river for you! This men, if you please, we'll rehearse is blending a little of the masque with this piece again to-morrow. my tragedy a new fancy, you know [Curtain drops. A TRAGEDY. ADVERTISEMENT. As the two translations which have been published of Kotzebue's 'SPANIARDS IN PERU' have, I understand, been very generally read, the public are in possession of all the materials necessary to form a judgment on the merits and defects of the Play performed at Drurylane Theatre. DEDICATION.. TO HER, whose approbation of this Drama, and whose peculiar delight in the applause it has received from the public, have been to me the highest gratification derived from its success-I dedicate this Play. May RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN. PROLOGU E. CHILL'D by rude gales, while yet reluctant The hack Bucephalus of Rotten-row. Careless he seems, yet, vigilantly sly, Withholds the beauties of the vernal day; | Woos the stray glance of ladies passing As some fond maid, whom matron frowns The season's pleasures too delay their hour, AndWinter revels with protracted power: A Winter Drama-but reproach - the What prudent cit dares yet the season Bask in his whisky, and enjoy the dust? Horsed in Cheapside, scarce yet the gayer spark by, 'I'n't it quite charming? When do you leave town? Achieves the Sunday triumph of the Park; you down? These suburb pleasures of a London May, never.' ACT I. SCENE I. Valverde, Pizarro's Secretary. A Centinel. Peruvian Officer. Elv. Hold! thou trusty secretary! Val. Ignobly born! in mind and A magnificent Pavilion near PIZAR- manners rude, ferocious, and unpoRO's Tent-a View of the Spanish lished, though cool and crafty if ocCamp in the back Ground.-EL-casion need-in youth audaciousVIRA is discovered sleeping under a ill his first manhood—a licensed picanopy on one side of the pavilion rate-treating men as brutes, the -VALVERDE enters, gazes on EL-world as booty; yet now the Spanish VIRA, kneels, and attempts to kiss hero is he styled-the first of Spanish her hand; ELVIRA, awakened, rises conquerors! and for a warrior so acand looks at him with indignation.complished, 'tis fit Elvira should Elv. AUDACIOUS! Whence is thy leave her noble family, her fame, her privilege to interrupt the few mo- home, to share the dangers,humours, ments of repose my harassed mind and the crimes of such a lover as Pican snatch amid the tumults of this zarro! noisy camp? Shall I inform your Elv. What! Valverde moralizing! master of this presumptuous treach-But grant I am in error, what is my ery? Shall I disclose thee to Pizarro ? incentive? Passion, infatuation, call hey! it as you will; but what attaches thee Val. I am his servant, it is true-to this despised, unworthy leader?— trusted by him and I know him Base lucre is thy object, mean fraud well; and therefore 'tis I ask, by what thy means. Could you gain me, you magic could Pizarro gain your heart; only hope to win a higher interest in by what fatality still holds he your Pizarro-I know you. affection? Val. On my soul, you wrong me; · |