Ped. All, all; save me but from the rack, I'll | He said, they came from you, you are his confess all. Vil. You and your accomplices design'd To murder Biron?-Speak. Ped. We did. brother? Car. Never from me. Bel. That will appear. The letters, I believe, are still about him; Vil. Did you engage upon your private For some of them I saw but yesterday. Or were employ'd? wrongs, Ped. He never did us wrong. Vil. You were set on then? Ped. We were set on. Vil. What do you know of me? Ped. Nothing, nothing: You sav'd his life, and have discover'd me. If you would be resolved of any thing, Bel. Who set you on to act this horrid deed? Or I will tear it from thy bleeding heart. C. Bald. Do then. Ped. It was my master, Carlos, your own son. C. Bald. Oh, monstrous! monstrous! most unnatural! Bel. Did he employ you to murder his own brother? Ped. He did; and he was with us when 'twas done. C. Bald. If this be true, this horrid, horrid tale, It is but just upon me; Biron's wrongs I know too much. [Exit PEDRO, guarded. [Gives it to C. BALDWIN. C. Bald. You know the hand? Sir, C. Bald. What did those answers say? C. Bald. Oh, Carlos! Carlos! hadst thou Car. This is a plot upon me. I never knew And you sent him word you would come to I fear you came too soon. C. Bald. 'Tis all too plain.- [PEDRO produced. Car. Ha! Pedro there!-Then I am caught, He has confess'd the bloody deed. Bel. Is there no more? Car. Why!-what would you have more? I know the worst, And I expect it. C. Bald. Why hast thou done all this? The making of my fortune. Biron stood I could not bear a younger brother's lot, [BELFORD reads the Letter To live depending upon courtesy Car. Alive! Heaven knows, not I. Had you provided for me like a father, C. Bald. 'Tis too true; I never lov'd thee as I should have done; Vil. You knew your brother liv'd; why did Such pains to marry me to Isabella? Vil. More than I thought you had. I knew my brother lov'd his wife so well, Car. To make all sure. Now you are an- C. Bald. Had you news of him, from a report, Where must I go? I'm tired of your questions. Or letter, never? Car. Never, never, I. Bel. That's strange, indeed: I know he often writ [To C. BALDWIN. To lay before you the condition Of his hard slavery: and more I know, That he had several answers to his letters. C. Bald. I leave the judge to tell thee what A father cannot find a name for thee. [CARLOS is led off. Grant me, sweet Heaven! the patience to go through The torment of my cure-Here, here begins Enter ISABELLA, distracted; and her Child run- Isa. Nothing, nothing; 'tis a babbling worldI'll hear no more on't. When does the court sit? I have a cause to try. Will you not hear it? Then I must appeal C. Buld. Pray, give her way. Isa. What have you done with him? He was here but now; I saw him here. Oh, Biron, Biron ! where, Where have they hid thee from me? He is Now, now, I laugh at you, I defy you all, Vil. Call, call for help-Oh, Heaven! this is too much. C. Bald. Oh, thou most injur'd innocence! Live but to witness for me to the world, And have pull'd down this judgment on us all. to me! C. Bald. If the most tender father's care and love Of thee, and thy poor child, can make amends→→→ Oh, yet look up and live. Isa. Where is that little wretch? [They raise her. I die in peace, to leave him to your care. I have a wretched mother's legacy, A dying kiss-pray, let me give it him, My blessing; that, that's all I have to leave thee. Oh, may thy father's virtues live in thee, [Dies. Vil. She's gone, and all my joys of life with her. [Exeunt. THE characters and songs of this agreeable mélange are natural, the fable is consistent, and the incidents well arranged. The music has been always admired. Mr. Charles Dibdin was both author and composer of this and a multitude of successful productions. Perhaps, no similar instance can be produced, wherein individual powers have so eminently contributed to the welfare and amusement of the British public: the army, the navy, the community in general, were highly indebted to this gentleman for those multifarious and excellent vocal compositions,' calculated to promote love of our country and zeal to protect it. From the early age of seventeen, when our author composed his first opera, he was before the public in every branch of his profession; and for twenty years, he was the sole writer, composer, and performer, of an entertainment, at his Sans Souci, which never failed in its influence over a delighted audience. AIR.-LUBIN. 'Midst thrushes, blackbirds, nightingales, And yet, ne'er leaving her before, I thought each furlong half a score. They're long, methinks DUET. CICELY and LUBIN. Cic. [At the window.] Who's there, I trow? Cic. Not a whit better, Sir, for you. frown? Cic. You shall know all, when I come down. Cic. Enter CICELY. -Well, what's amiss? Whether I'm walking on the ground, This usage is enough to quite Cic. Good-lack-a-day! and do you bite, Lub. But you are jesting. Cic. Think so still. Lub. Where's Gillian? She's not here: Cic. She's gone abroad, Sir, she is ill; She's dead, you cannot see her. I tell you we know nothing at all about you. Cic. Don't make a fool of yourself, young man: get back to your farm, and graze your oxen. You won't get a lamb out of our fold, I promise you. Lub. Well, but in sober sadness, you 'en't serious, are you? Cic. Serious! Why don't I tell you, Gillian's to be married to another to-morrow? Lub. Where is she? I'll hear it from her own mouth. Cic. I believe about this time she is trying on her wedding suit. Lub. And who is this she is going to be married to? I'll see him, and know what he has done to deserve her more than I have. Cic. Done to deserve her! Lub. Yes, done to deserve her. You forget, I suppose, when I've carried her milk-pail for her, or taken her share of work in the hayfield, how you used to say, that I was a true lover indeed; but I don't desire to have any thing to say to you-you'll repent first. Cic. Poor young man! Lub. Nay, but don't you think you have used me very ill, now? Cic. I thought you said you would not speak a word to me? Lud. Nay, but dame Cicely Cic. Your servant. If you have a mind to I lock'd up all my treasure, Lub. Here comes her father. I don't suppose he had much hand in it; for so he had his afternoon's nap in quiet, he was always for letting things go as they would. [Aside.] So, Master Easy, you have consented, I find, to marry your daughter to another, after pro mising ne over and over that nobody should have her but me. Easy. My wife desired me. Lub. Your mind is strangely altered, farmer Easy. But do me one piece of justice, however tell me who is it you intend for your son-in-law? Easy. "Tis a rich one, I assure you. and all for the lucre of gain. And, pray now, Lub. And so you have broke your word, don't you expect to be hooted out of the village? Easy. I can't say I do. and I'll get away from them as soon as I can. Lub. Then they're a vile pack of wretches, Go on, go on-let me know all. regard what you say; but I think I should Lub. What, is ít he then? Lub. What, he that you are steward to; he gives a portion every May-day to a damsel, as that does so much good all about; and he that a reward for her sweetheart's ingenuity? Easy. The same-you have seen the nature done the most ingenious thing, claims a right of it-that villager who can boast of having free for seven years, and a hundred pounds to to demand a farm, containing sixty acres, rentchooses, provided he gains her consent: and stock it, together with whatever maiden he it is a good custom; for the young men, who formerly used to vie with one another in the one another in feats of understanding. feats of strength, now, as I may say, vie with Lub. And so he is to marry your daughter? purpose he has taken Gillian into his own Easy. Things are as I tell you. And for that house, had her taught music, and, to say the truth, she is a different thing to what she was when you saw her last. Lub. She is, indeed! for, when I saw her last, she told me that all the riches in the world should never make her forget me. Easy. But since she has changed her mind. and it so falls out that to-morrow is May-day: you would do well to study some ingenious thing, and get this portion for a more deserving damsel. Lub. No, farmer Easy; her using me ill is me angry with myself; I swore to love her for no reason why I should do any thing to make ever, and I'll keep my word, though I see she has broke hers. Easy. Do what you please; I must be gone. Lub. Nay, but tell me one thing-did Gillian herself consent to this? Easy. You'll know all in good time. [Exit. [tire; Women are Wills-o'-the-wisp, 'tis plain, And when you believe every danger and pain And the devil a bit can you catch them again. same hour; plexion be saturnine, my manners are not austere; why, therefore, likest thou not me? Some say they are sirens, but take it from me, They're a sweet race of angels, o'er man that have power, His person, his heart, nay his reason to seize, And lead the poor creature wherever they please. [Exit. SCENE II.-A Room in STEADY's House, with glass doors in the back. Enter FLORETTA and GILLIAN. Flor. Pooh, pooh, you must forget Lubin. Gil. How can you talk so, Floretta? I won't though, and none of them shall make me: they all frightened me, by saying it was a bad thing not to obey my parents, and so I sented to marry this quaker-man; but there's a wide difference between marrying him and forgetting Lubin. con Flor. And so you would be silly enough to prefer being the homely wife of a clown, to rolling about in your own coach, having your own servants to wait on you, and in short leading the life of a fine lady? Gil. Oh, Lord! I am sick with the thoughts of being a fine lady! But what's the reason, Floretta, that my friends want to make me so unhappy? I am sure I'd do any thing rather than vex them. Flor. Why, you know that Mr. Steady's will is a law to us all; and as he had desired your friends to consent to this marriage, how could they refuse? Gil. Well, but you know he is a very goodnatured man; and I dare say if I was to tell him how disagreeable he is, and that I can't bear the sight of him, he'd let me marry Lu bin. Flor. Suppose you try. Gil. So I will. Flor. But how are you sure this Lubin you are so fond of, is as fond of you? Gil. I've tried a thousand ways. A kernal from an apple core, Last May I sought to find a snail, Enter STEADY. Steady. Verily, thou rejoicest me to find thee singing and in such spirits. Gil. I was singing to be sure; but I cannot say much about being in spirits. Steady. No! Why do not thy approaching nuptials lift up, and, as it were, exhilarate thee? Flor. Lord, Sir! there's no persuading her; nothing will get this Lubin out of her head. Steady. And why, young maiden, wilt thou not listen unto me? Have I not, for thy pleasure, given in to all the vanities in which youth delights? I tell thee, that although my com Gil. I should like you very well if you were my father, but I don't like you at all for a husband. Steady. And wherefore, I pray thee? Gil. Why, in the first place, should want you to change your clothes, and to have you as spruce as I am. Steady. Rather do thou change those thou wearest unto the likeness of mine. The dove mackaw; and the painted rainbow delighteth regardeth not the gay plumage of the gaudy our sight, but it vanishes away, yea, even as a vapour. What more? Gil. Why, in the next place, I should want you to change your age, and have you as young as I am. her. [Aside.] Therefore, why then, since it is Steady. She speaketh her mind, and I esteem necessary unto my peace, that thou shouldst become bone of my bone, and flesh of my flesh, to the likeness of mine, I will make it my and thou canst not fashion thy disposition unstudy to double thy pleasure, until that which is now gratitude, shall at last become love. Gil. Ah! you'll never see that day, so you had better take no trouble about it. beholdest the gambols to-morrow on the Steady. Thou art mistaken; and when thou green Gil. I shall long most monstrously to make one amongst them. bid that I should withhold from thee those Steady. And so thou shalt. Goodness forpleasures that are innocent. While the lads of the village shall merrily, ah! Sound the tabors, I'll hand thee along, And say unto thee, that verily, ah! Thou and I will be first in the throng. While the lads, &c. Just then, when the swain who last year won the dower, With his mates shall the sports have begun, When the gay voice of gladness resounds from each bower, And thou long'st in thy heart to make one. Those joys which are harmless, what mortal can blame? "Tis my maxim that youth should be free; And to prove that my words and my deeds are the same, Believe me, thou'lt presently see. While the lads, &c. [Exit. Gil. What an unfortunate girl am I, Floretta!. Flor. What makes you think so? Gil. Why, what would make you think so too, if you was in my place? Flor. Well then, I own I do think so; and, your friend in this affair. if you'll promise not to betray me, I'll stand Gil. Will you? Oh, la! And what must be done, Floretta? Flor. Why-but see yonder's a lover of mine; I'll make him of use to us. Gil. Lord! what's Solomon your lover? I hate him with his proverbs and his formality. What the deuce do you intend to do with him? |