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And bid the schoolmasters whip all their little Upon their way to dreary night : boys.

My power remands them. Nood. Her majesty the queen is in a swoon. [They all start up us Merlin touches them. Queen. Not so much in a swoon, but to have still

Enter GLUMDALCA and GRIZZLE. Strength to reward the messenger of ill.

Here ends jar, [QUEEN kills NOODLE. Live, love, and all this will be right. Friz. My lover kill'd

King. [To the Queen.) One kind buss, iny His death I thus revenge. (Kills the Queen.

Dolly Queen ;
Hunc. Kill my mamma!

When we two last parted,
O base assassin! there! [Kills FRIZALETTA. We scarce hop'd to buss again ;
Dood. For that, take this? (Kills HUNCA.

My heart! lord, how it smarted!
Plum. And thou, take that. [Kills. DOODLE Queen. [To the King.) Dear King Atty, pitty,
King. Die, murderess vile!

[Kills Plum.

Mine too went a fleeting ; Ah, Death makes a feast to-day,


Now we in a nipperkin And but reserves ourselves for his bon bouche.

May toast this merry meeting. So when the boy, whom nurse from danger guards,

Ton. (To Hunc.) Come, my Hunky, come, Sends Jack for mustard with a pack of cards ;

my pet, Kings, queens, and knaves, tip one another

Love's in haste, don't stay him; down,

Deep we are in Hymen's debt.
Till the whole pack lie scatter'd and o'erthrowa.

And 'tis high time we pay him,
Thus all our pack upon the floor is cast,
And my sole boast is, that I will die the last.

Hunc. (To Tom.] Have, dear Tommy, [Stahs himself;—they all lie on the stuge, dead.

Pity on me ;
I am by shame restricted;

Yet I obey,
Merlin rises.- Thunder and lightning.

So take your way, Merlin. Blood, what a scene of slaughter's

I must not contradict it, here!

Griz. (To GLUM.] Grandest Glum, in my beBut I'll soon shift it, never fear.

To love's law be pliant; (hoof, Gallants, behold! one touch of Merlin's inagic, Me you'll find a man of proof, Shall to gay comic change this dismal tragic.

Although not quite a giant. (Waves his wund.

Glum. (To Griz.] Indeed, Lord Griz, Scene changes, and discovers the Cow.

Though for that phiz

Few amorous queens would choose you; First, at iny word, thou horned cannibal,

Yet thus bereft, Return again our England's Hannibal.

Not one chum left, (Thunder.

I think I can't refuse you. [THUMB is thrown out of the Cow's mouth, und Merlin. Now love and live, and live and love. sturts fiercely.]

All. Sage Merlin's in the right on't; Next to you, king, queen, lords, and commons, Merlin. Each couple prove like hand in glove ; 1 issue my hell-bilking summons.

AU. Agreed.

Queen. 'Fore George, we'll make a night on't. INCANTATION.

AU. Let discord cease,

Let all in peace Arise, ye groupes of drunken sots!

Go home and kiss their spouses; Who deal out deaths, you know not

Join hat and cap
No more of porter pots, or plots, [why ;

In one loud clap,
Your senseless jealousy lay by.

And wish us crowded houses.
Your souls cannot as yet be far







THIS tragedy, in which Mrs. Hannah More is supposed to have been assisted by Garrick, was produced at Covent Garden Theatre, in 1778, with success; and revived, in 1818, at the same Theatre.

The feuds of the rival houses of Percy and of Douglas have furnished materials for this melancholy tale, in which Mrs. More has embodied many judicious sentiments and excellent passages, producing a forcible lesson to parental tyranny. The victim of her husband's unreasonable jealousy, Elwina's virtuous conflict is pathetic and interesting i while Percy's sufferings, and the vain regret of Earl Raby, excite and increase our sympathy.

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Bir. Since my short sojoum here, I've

mark'd this earl, SCENE I.-A Gothic Hall.

And though the ties of blood unite us closely,

I shudder at his haughtiness of temper,

Which not his gentle wife, the bright Elwina, Bir. What may this mean? Earl Douglas Can charm to rest. Ill are their spirits pair'd; has enjoin'd thee

His is the seat of frenzy, hers of softness, To meet him here in private ?

His love is transport, hers is trembling duty; Edr. Yes, my sister,

Rage in his soul is as the whirlwind fierce, And this injunction I have oft receiv'd; While hers ne'er felt the power of that rude But when he comes, big with some painful passion. secret,

(hints, Edr. Perhaps the mighty soul of Douglas He starts, looks wild, then drops ambiguous

mourns, Frowns, hesitates, turns pale, and says "twas Because inglorious love detains him here, nothing;

While our bold knights, beneath the Christian Then feigns to smile, and by his anxious care

standard, To prove himself at ease, betrays his pain. Press to the bulwarks of Jerusalem.

* Of this estimable lady, a cotemporary writer says, “ This lady has for many years flourished in the literary world, which she has richly

adorned by a variety of labours, all possessing strong marks of excellence. In the cause of religion and so iety, her labours are original and indefatigable; and the industrious poor have been at once enlightened by her instructions, and supported by her bounty."

As a dramatic writer, Mrs. More is known by her " Search after Happiness," pastoral drama ; “ The Inflexible Captive,"_" Percy," and " Fatal Falsehood," tragedies; and by her “ Sacred Dramas."

Bir. Thougla every various charm adorns | Think on the curse which waits on broken Elwina,


oaths; And though the noble Douglas dotes to mad. A knight is bound by more than vulgar ties, Yet some dark mystery involves their fate : And perjury in thee were doubly damn'd. The canker grief devours Elwina's bloom, Well then, the king of EnglandAnd on her brow meek resignation sits,

Edr. Is expected Hopeless, yet uncomplaining.

From distani Palestine. Edr. 'Tis most strange.

Dou. Forbid it, Heaven ! Bir. Once, not long since, she thought herself For with him comesalone;

{bounds; Edr. Ah! who? 'Twas then the pent-up anguish burst its Dou. Peace, peace, With broken voice, clasp'd hands, and stream- For see Elwina's here. Retire, my Edric; ing eyes,

When next we meet, thou shalt know all. She call'd upon her father, call'd him cruel,


[Exit EDRIC. And said her duty claim'd far other recompense. Now to conceal with care my bosom’s anguish, Edr. Perhaps the absence of the good Lord And let her beauty chase away my sorrows! Raby,

Yes, I would meet her with a face of senilesWho, at her nuptials, quitted this fair castle, But''twill not be. Resigning it to her, may thus aftlict her. Hast thou e'er question'a her, good Birtha ?

Enter ELWINA. Bir. Often, But hitherto in vain ; and yet sbe shows me Elw. Alas, 'tis ever thus ! The endearing kindness of a sister's love; Thus ever clouded is his angry brow. (Aside. But if I speak of Douglas

Dou. I were too bless'd, Elwina, could I hope Edr. See! he comes.

You met me here by choice, or that your bosom It would offend him should he find you bere. Shar'd the warm transports mine must ever feel

At your approach.

Elw, My lord, if I intrude, Dou. How! Edric and his sister in close con- The cause which brings me claims at least ference ?

forgiveness": Do they not seem alarm'd at my approach? I fear you are not well, and come, unbidden, And see, how suddenly they part! Now Edric, Excepi by faithful duty to inquire,

[Exit Birtha: If haply in my power, my little power
Was this well done? or was it like a friend, I have the means to minister relief
When I desir'd to meet thee here alone, To your affliction ?
With all the warmth of trusting confidence,

Dou. What unwonted goodness!
To lay my bosom naked to thy view,

O I were bless'd above the lot of man, And show thee all its weakness, was it well If tenderness, not duty, brought Elwina ; To call thy sister here, to let her witness Cold, ceremonious, and unfeeling duty, Thy friend's infirmity ?-perhaps to tell her

That wretched substitute for love : but know, Edr. My lord, I nothing know; I came to the heart demands a heart; nor will be paid learn.

With less than what it gives. E'en now, ElDou. Nay then thou dost suspect there's


(eyes, something wrong?

The glistening tear stands trembling in your Edr. If we were bred from infancy together, which cast their mournful sweetness on the If I partook in all thy youthful grieis,

ground, And every joy thou knew'st was doubly mine, As if they fear'd to raise their beams to mine, Then tell me all the secret of thy soul : And read the language of reproachfut love. Or have these few short months of separation, Elw. My lord, I hop'd the thousand daily The only absence we have ever known, Of my obedience

(proois Have these so rent the bands of love asunder, Dou. Death to all my hopes ! That Douglas should distrust bis Edric's truth? | Heart-rending word! -obedience! what's obeDou. My friend, I know thee faithful as

dience ? thou’rt brave,

'Tis fear, 'tis hate, 'tis terror, 'tis aversion, And I will trust thee_but not now, good Edric. 'Tis the cold debt of ostentatious duty, 'Tis past, 'tis gone, it is not worth the telling, Paid with insulting caution, to remind me 'Twas wrong to cherish what disturb'd my How much you tremble to offend a tyrant peace ;

So terrible as Douglas.-0, ElwinaI'll think of it no more.

While duty measures the regard it owes Edr. Transporting news!

With scrupulous precision and nice justice, I fear'd some hidden trouble vex'd your quiet. Love never reasons, but profusely gives, In secret I have watch'd

Gives, like a thoughtless prodigal, its all, Dou, Ha! watch'd in secret ?

And trembles thev, lest it has done too little. A spy, employ'd, perhaps, to note my actions. Elw. Indeed I'm most unhappy that my cares, What have I said i Forgive me, thou art noble: And my solicitude to please, offend. Yet do not press me to disclose my grief, Dou. True tenderness is less solicitous, For when thou know’st it, I perhaps shall hate Less prodent and more fond; the enamour'd thee

heart, As much, my Edric, as I hate myself

Conscious it loves, and bless'd in being lov'd, For my suspicions, I am ill at ease.

Reposes on the object it adores, Edr. How will the fair Elwina grieve to hear And trusts the passion it inspires and feels.it!

Thou hast not learn'd how terrible it is Dou. Hold, Edric, hold-thou hast touch'd To feed a hopeless flame.—But hear, Elwina, the fatal string

Thou most obdurate, hear me.-
That wakes me into madness. Hear me then, Elx. Say, my lord,
But let the deadly secret be secur'd

For your own lips shall vindicate my fame, With bars of adamant in thy close breast. Since at the altar I became your wife,

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Can malice charge me with an act, a word, Disorder'd were his looks, his eyes shot fire ;
I ought to blush at ? Have I not still liv'd He callid upon your name with such dis.
As open to the eye of observation,

traction As fearless innocence should ever live? I fear'd some sudden evil had befallen you. I call attesting angels to be witness,

Elw. Not sudden : no; long has the storm If in my open deed, or secret thought, (cern'd been gathering, My conduct, or my heart, they've aught dis Which threatens speedily to burst in ruin Which did not emulate their purity.

On this devoted head. Dors. This vindication ere you were accus'd, Bir. I ne'er bebeld

[you, This warm defence, repelling all attacks Your gentle soul so ruffled, yet I've mark'd Ere they are made, and construing casual While others thought you happiest of the hap

words To formal accusations, trust me, Madam, Bless'd with whate'er the world calls great, or Shows rather an alarm’d and vigilant spirit,

good, For ever on the watch to guard its secret, With all that nature, all that fortune gives, Than the sweet calm of fearless innocence. I've mark'd you bending with a weight of sorWho talk'd of guilt? Who testified suspicion ? Elw. Learn, Sir, that virtue, while 'tis free Elw. ( I will tell thee all! thou couldst from blame,

not find Is modest, lowly, meek, and unassuming; An hour, a moment in Elwina's life, [den, Not apt, like fearful vice, to shield its weak- When her full heart so long'd to ease its bur

And pour its sorrows in thy friendly bosom: Beneath the studied pomp of boastful phrase Hear then, with pity hear, my tale of wo, Which swells to hide the poverty it shelters ; Aod, O forgive, kind nature, filial piety, But, when this virtue feels itself suspected, If my presumptuous lips arraigo a father! Insulted, set at nought, its whiteness stain'd, Yes, Birtha, that belov'd, that cruel father, It then grows proud, forgets its humble worth, Has doom'd me to a life of hopeless anguish, and rates itself above its real value.

To die of griet ere half my days are number'd; Dou. I did not mean to chide ! but think, () Doom'd nie to give my trembling hand to Douthink,


[cy's What pangs must rend this fearful doting 'Twas all I had to give-my heart was.-PerTo see you sink inpatient of the grave,

Bir. What do I hear ? To feel, distracting thought! to feel you hate Eiw, My misery, not my crime. mc!

Long since the battle 'twixt the rival houses Elw. What if the slender thread by wbich I Of Douglas and of Percy, for whose hate hold

This mighty globe's too small a theatre, This poor precarious being soon must break, One summer's moro my father chas'd the deer Is it Elwina's crime, or Heaven's decree ? On Cbeviat Hills, Northumbria's fair domain, Yet I shall meet, I trust, the king of terrors,

Bir. On that fam'd spot where first the feuds Sabmissive and resign'd, without one pang,

commenc'd One fond regret, at leaving this gay world." Between the earls ? Dou., Yes, Madam, there is one, one man

Elw. The same. During the chace, ador'd,

Some of my father's knights receiv'd an insult For whom your sighs will heave, your tears from the Lord Percy's herdsmen, churlish will flow,

foresters, For whom this hated world will still be dear, Unworthy of the gentle blood they serv'd. For whom you still would live

My father, proud and jealous of his honour, Elw. Hoid, hold my lord,

(Thou know'st the fiery temper of our barons,) What may this mean?

Swore that Northumberland had been conDou. Ah! I have gone too far. [father,

cern'd What have I said ?-Your father, sure, your In this rude outrage, nor would hear of peace, The good Lord Raby, may at least expect Or reconcilement, which the Percy offer'd ; One tender sigh.

But bade me hate, renounce, and banish bim. Elw. Alas, my lord ! I thought

(! 'twas a task too hard for all my duty: The precious' incense of a daughter's sighs I strove, and wept; I strove-but still I lov’d. Might rise to heaven, and not offend its ruler. Bir. Indeed 'twas most unjust; but say Dou. 'Tis true; yet Raby is no more belov'd

what follow'd ? Since he bestow'd his daughter's hand op Elw. Why should I dwell on the disastrous Douglas :

tale ? That was a crime the dutiful Elwina

Forbid to see me, Percy soon embark'd Can never pardon ; and believe me, Madam, With our great king against the Saracen. My love's so nice, so delicate my honour, Soon as the jarring kingdoms were at peace, I am asham'd to owe my happiness,

Earl Douglas, whom till then I ne'er had seen, To ties which make you wretched.

Came to ihis castle; 'twas my hapless fate

[Exit Douglas. To please him.-Birtha ! thou can'st tell what Elw. Ah! how's this?

follow'd : Though I have ever fourd him fierce and rasb, But who shall tell the agonies I felt ? Full of obscure surmises and dark hints, My barbarous father forc'd me to dissolve Till now he never ventur'd to accuse me. The tender vows himself had bid me form“ Yet there is one, one man belov'd, ador'd, He dragg'd me tremblivg, dying, to the altar, For whom your tears will flow"-these were I sigh’d, I struggled, fainted, and complied, bis words

Bir, Did Douglas know,' a marriage had And then the wretched subterfuge of Raby

been once
How poor th' evasion —But my Birtba comes. Propos d 'twixt you and Percy ?

Elw. If he did,

He thought, like you, it was a match of policy, Bir. Crossing the portico I met Lord Dou. Nor knew our love surpass'd our fathers' pruglas,


Bir. Should he now find be was the instru. When you shall hear of revelry and masking, ment

Of mimic combats and of festive halls, of the Lord Raby's vengeance ?

Of lances shiver'd in the cause of love, Elw. 'Twere most dreadful!

Will you not then repent, then wish your fate, My father lock'd this motive io his breast, Your happier fate, bad till that hour reserva And feign’d to have forgot the chace of Che- | For some plumed conqueror ?

[yun viot.


Elw. My fate, my lord, Some moons have now completed their slow Is now bound up with yours. Since my sad marriage.-Percy still is absent. Dou. Here let me kneelBir. Nor will return before his sov'reign Yes, I will kneel, and gaze, and weep, and comes.

wonder; Elw. Talk not of his return ! this coward Thou paragon of goodness !-pardon, pardon, heart [sence.

[Kisses her hand, Can know no thought of peace but in his ab. I am convinc'd—I can no longer doubt, How, Douglas here again? some fresh alarm! Nor talk, aor hear, nor reason, nor reflect.

-I must retire, and give a loose to joy. Enter Douglas, agitated, with letters in his

(Erii Douglas. hand.

Bir. The king returns. Dou. Madam, your pardon

Elw. And with him Percy comes ! Elw. What disiurbs my lord ?

Bir. You needs must go. Dou. Nothing.-Disturb! I ne'er was more

Elv. Shall I solicit ruin, at ease.

And puli destruction on me ere its time? These letters from your father give us notice

I, who have held it criminal to name him? He will be here to-night :--He farther adds,

I will not go-I disobey thee, Douglas, The king's each hour expected.

But disobey thee to preserve thy honour, Elx. How? the king ?

[Excunt. Said you, the king ? Dou. And 'tis Lord Raby's pleasure

That you among the foremost bid him welcome.

SCENE 1.-The Hall.
You must attend the court.
Elw. Must I, my lord ?

Enter Douglas, speaking.
Dou. Now to observe how she receives the

(Aside. See that the traitor instantly be seiz'd, Elw. I must not,-cannot.-By the tender And strictly watch'd ; let none have access to love

him.You have so oft profess'd for poor Elwina, O jealousy, thou aggregate of woes ! [one. Indulge this one request-o let me stay! Were there no hell, thy torments would create Dou. Enchanting sounds ! she does not wish But yet she may be guiltless may? she must.

(Aside. How beantiful she look'd! pernicious beauty! Elw. The bustling world, the pomp which Yet innocent as bright seem'd the sweet blush waits on greatness,

That mantled on her cheek. But not for me, Ill suits my humble, unambitious soul; But not for me, those breathing roses bļow! Then leave me here, to tread the safer path And then she wept-What! can I bear her Of private life; here, where my peaceful course


[other; Shall be as silent as the shades around me ; Well-let her weep her tears are for an. Nor shall one vagrant wish be e'er allow'd O did they fall for me, to dry their streams To stray beyond the bounds of Raby Castle. I'd drain the choicest blood that feeds this Dou. music to my ears! (Aside.] Can


[cious. you resolve

Nor think the drops I shed were half so preTo hide ihose wondrous beauties in the shade,

[He stands in a musing posture. Which rival kings would cheaply buy with empire?

Enter LORD RABY. Can you renounce the pleasures of a court, Raby. Sure I mistake-am I in Raby Castle ? Whose roofs resound with minstrelsy and Impossible ; that was the seat of smiles ; mirth?

And Cheerfulness and Joy were household Elw. My lord, retirement is a wife's best

gods. And virtne's safest station is retreat. [duty, I us’d to scaller pleasures when I came, Dou. My soul's in transports! (Aside.) But and every servant shar'd his lord's delight; can you forego

But now Suspicion and Distrust dwell here, What wins the soul of woman-admiration ? And Discontent maintains a sullen swar, A world, where charms inferior far to yours Where is the smile unfeigo'd, the jovial wel. Oply presume to shine when you are absent!


[pain, Will you not long to meet the public gaze ? Which cheer'd the sad, beguil'J the pilgrim's Long to eclipse the fair, and charm the brave? And made Dependency forget its bonds ? Elu. These are delights in which the mind Where is the ancient, hospitable hall, partakes not.

Whose vaulted roof onoe rung with harmless Dou. I'll try her farther.


mirth, [Takes her hand, and looks stedfastly at her where every passing stranger was a guest, as he speaks.

And every guest a friend? I fear me much, But reflect once more :

If ince our nobles scorn their rural seats, When you shall bear that England's gallant Their rural greatness, and their vassals' love, peers,

(glory, Freedom and English grandeur are no more. Fresh from the fields of war, and gay with Dou. [Advancing.] My lord, you are wel. All vain with conquest, and elate with fame,

come, When you shall hear these princely youths Raby. Sir, I trust I am ; contend,

But yet methinks I shall not feel I'm welcome In many a tournament, for beauty's prize ; Till my Elwina bless me with her smiles ;

to go

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