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1 Irish. Bless your sweet face, my jewel, Bel. There are twenty coveys within sight and all those who take your part. Bad luck of my house, and the dogs are in fine order. to myself, if I would noi, with all the veins Capt. B. The gamekeeper is this moment of my heart, split the dew before your feet leading them round. I am fir'd at the sight. in a morning.
[To Belville: Rust. If I do speak a little cross, it's for your honour's good.
By dawn to the downs we repair, (The Reapers cut the Corn, and make With bosoms right jocund and gay, it into Sheaves. Rosina follows, and gleans. And gain more than pheasant or bareRust. (Seeing Rosina] What a dickens
Gain health by the sports of the day. does this girl do here? Keep back; wait till Mark!, mark! to the right hand, prepare the reapers are off the field;'do like the other
See Diana!--she points!-see, they rise gleaners.
See, they float on the bosom of air!
Fire away! [She lets falls the Ears she had gleaned. Bel. How can you be so unfeeling, Rustic?
Hark! the volley resounds to the skies! She is lovely, virtuous, and in want. Let fall
Whilst echo in thunder replies! some ears, that she may glean the 'more.
In thunder replies, Rust. Your honour is too good by balf.
And resounds to the skies, Bel. No more: gather up the corn she has
Fire away! Fire away! Fire away! let fall. Do as I command you.
But where is my little rustic charmer? O! Rust. There, take the whole field, since his there she is: I am transported. [Aside] Pray, bonour chooses it.
brother, is not that the little girl whose dawn[Putting the Corn into her Apron. ing beauty we admired so much last year? Ros. I will not abuse his goodness.
Bel. li is, and more lovely than ever. I [Retires, gleaning. shall dine in the field with my reapers to-day, 2 Irish. Upon my soul now, his honour's brother: will you share our rural' repast, or no churl of the wheat, whate'er he may be have a dinner prepar'd at the manor-house? of the barley ?):
Capt. B. By no means: pray let me be of Bel. [Looking after Rosina] What be- your party; your plan is an admirable one, witching softness! There is a blushing, bash-cspecially if your girls are bandsome. I'll ful genileness, an almost infantine innocence walk round the field, and meet you at dinner iu that lovely countenance, which it is im-time. possible to behold without emotion! She turns [Exeunt Belville and Rustii. Captain ibis way: What blooin on that cheek! 'Tis Belville goes up to Rosina, gleans a few the blushing down of the peach.
Ears, and presents them to her; she
Enter WILLIAM, speaking at the side Scene.
Will. Lead the dogs back, James; the cap-
tain won't shoot to-day: [Seeing Rustic and Impearld with the dew.
Phæbe behind] Indeed, so close! I don't half
Enter Rustic and PhoeBE.
Rust. That's a good girl! Do as I bid you,
and you shan't want encouragement. The lily's perfume,
[He goes up to the Reapers, and William Or the blossoms of May.
Will. O no, I dare say she won't. So, Mrs. Enter Captain Belville, in a Riding-dress. Phæbe! Capt. B. Good morrow, brother; you are
Pha. And so, Mr. William, if you go to early abroad.
That! Bel. My dear Charles, I am happy to see Will. A new sweetheart, I'll be sworn; you. True, I find, to the first of September 2). and a pretty comely lad he is: but he's rich,
Capt. B. I meant to have been here last and that's enough to win a woman. night, but one of my wheels broke, and I was
Phæ. I don't desarve this of you, William: obliged to sleep at a village six miles distant, but I'm rightly sarved, for being such an easy where I left my chaise, and took a boat down fool. You think, mayhap, I'm at my last the river at day-break.' But your corn is not prayers; but you may find yourself mistaken. off the ground.
Will. You do right to cry out first; you Bel. You know our harvest is late in the think belike that I did not see you take that north; but you will find all the lands clear’d posy from Harry. on the other side the mountain.
Phæ. And you, belike, that I did not catch Capt. B. And pray, brother, how are the you tying up one, of cornflowers and wild ropartridges this season?
ses, for the miller's maid; but I'll be foolJ 1) He gives his bread away willingly enough; but he no longer; I have done with you, Mr. Wil
seems to keep his drink all to himself-Beer being liam.
made from malt and hops. 2) The caplain is a sportsman, and does not forget the 151
Will. I shan't break my heart, Mrs. Phæbe. of Seplember, the beginning of the shooting-season The miller's maid loves the ground I walk on.
Duett. WILLIAM and PAOEBE. Dor. 'Tis very kind.-And old ageWill. I've kiss'd and I've prattled to fifty fair Ros. He'll tell you that bimself. maids,
[Goes into the Cottage. And chang'd them as ost, d'ye see! Dor.. I thought 'so.-Sure, sure, 'lis no sio But of all the fair maidens that dance on lo be old.
Capt. B. You. must not judge. of me by The maid of the mill for me. others, honest, Dorcas. I am sorry for your Phæ. There's fifty young men have told me misfortunes, and wish to serve you. fine tales,
Dør. And to what, your honour, may I And call'd me the fairest she:
owe this kindness? But of all the gay wrestlers, that sport
Capt. B. You have a charming daughteron the green,
Dor. I thought as much. A vile, wicked Young Ilarry's the lad for me. man!
[ Aside. Will. Her eyes are as black as the sloe in
Capt. B. Beauty like hers might find a the hedge,
thousand resources in London; the moment Her face like the blossoms in May,
she appears there, she will turn every head. Her teeth are as white as the new-won't turn at the same time?
Dor. And is your honour sure her own shorn flock, Her breath like the new-made hay:
Capt. B. She shall live in affluence, and
take care of you loo, Dorcas. Phoe. He's tall and he's straight as the
Dor. I guess your honour's meaning; but poplar tree, His cheeks are as fresh as the rose;
you are mistaken, sir. If I must be a trouble
to the dear child, I had rather owe my bread He looks like a squire of high degree to her labour than ber shame. When drest in bis Sunday clothes.
[Goes into the Cottage, and shuts the Door, Will. I've kiss'd and I've pratiled, etc.
Capt. B. These women astonish me; but I Phæ. There's fifty young men, etc.
won'i give it up so. [Exeunt on different sides of the Stage.
Enter RUSTIC, crossing the Stage. Rosina runs ucross the Stage; CAPTAIN A word with you, Rustic, Belyille following, her.
Rust. I am in a great burry, your honour; Capt. B. Stay and hear me, Rosina. Why I am going to hasten dinner. will you fatigue yourself thus? Only homely Capt. B. I shan't keep you a minute. Take girls are born to work. — Your obstinacy is these five guineas. vain; you shall bear me.
Rust. For whom, sir ? Ros. Why do you stop me, sir? My time Capt. B. For yourself. And this purse. is precious. When the gleaning season is Rust. For whom, sir? over, make
Capt. B. For Rósina; they say she is in Capt. B. Yes.
distress, and wants assistance. Rós. Will it be any advantage to you to Rust. What pleasure it gives me to see make me lose my day's work?
you so charitable!
You are just like your Capt. B. Yes.
brother. Rós. Would it give you pleasure to see Capt. B. Prodigiously, me pass all my days in idleness?
Rust. But why give me money, sir? Capt. B. Yes.
Capt. B. Only to - tell Rosina there is a Ros. We differ, greatly then, sir. I only person who is very much interested in her wish for so much leisure as makes me return bappiness. to my work with fresh spirit. We labour all Rust. How much you will please bis bethe week, 'tis true; but then how sweet is nour by this! He takes mightily to Rosina, our rest on Sunday!
and presers her to all the young women in
the parish. Whilst with village maids I stray, Capt. B. Prefers her! Ah! you sly rogue! Sweelly wears the joyous day;
[Laying his Hand on Rustic's Shoulder. Cheerful glows my artless breast,
Kust. Your bonour's a wag; but I'm sure Mild content the constant guest.
I meant no harm. Capt. B. Mere prejudice, child; you will Capt. B. Give her the money, and tell ber know better. I pity you, and will make your she shall never want a friend; but not a word fortune.
to my brotber. Ros. Let me call my mother, sir: I am young, Rust. All's safe, your honour. [E.rit Cap. and can opport myself by my labour; but Belville). I don't vastly, like this business. At she is old and helpless, and your charity will the captain's age, this violent charity is a litle be well bestow'd.' Please to transfer to her duberous ?). I am his honour's servant, and The bounty you intended for me.
it's my duty to hide nothing from bim. ri Capt. B. Why-as to that,
go seek his' honour; O, here he comes. Ros. I understand you, sir; your compas
Enter BELVILLE. sion does not extend io old women.
Bel. Well, Rustic, have you any intelliCapt. B. Really—I believe not.
gence to communicate ?
Rust. A vast deal, sir. Your brother be Enter: Dorcas.
gins to make good use of his money; he has Ros. You are just come in time, mother. given me these five guineas for myself, and I have met with a generous gentleman, whose this purse for Rosina. charity inclines him to succour youth.
up my loss ?
Bel. For Rosina! Tis plain he loves her.
ACT II. [ Aside), Obey him exactly; but as distress
Scene I. - The suine. renders the mind haughty, and Rosina's situation requires the utmost delicacy, contrive to
Enter Rustic. execute your commission in such a that she may noi even suspect from whence Rust
. This purse is the plague of my life; the money comes.
I hate money when it is not my own. I'll Rust. I understand
e'en put in the five guineas he gave me for Bel. Have you gain’d 'any intelligence in myself: I don't want it, and they do. They respect to Rosina?
certainly must find it there. But I hear the Rust. I endeavour'd to get all I could from coltage-door open. [Retires a little. the old woman's grand daugbter; but all she knew was, that she was no kin to Dorcas, Enter DorcaS and Rosina from the Cottage. and that she had had a good bringing-up; but
DORCAS with a great Basket on her Arm, here are the labourers.
filled with Skeins of Thread.
Dor. I am just going, Rosina, to carry Enter Dorcas, Rosina, and Phoebe. this thread to the weaver's. Bel. But I don't see Rosina. Dorcas, you
Ros. This basket is too heavy for you: must come too, and Phæbe.
pray let me carry it. Dor. We can't deny your honour.
[Takes the Basket from Dorcas, and Ros. I am asham’d; but you command, sir.
sets it down on the Bench. Dor. No, no.
Peevishly Enter CAPTAIN Belville, followed by the Ros. If
lore me, only take half; this Reapers.
evening, or lo-morrow morning, I will carry
the rest.–[Takes Part of the Skeins out of the Bel. By this fountain's flow'ry side,
Basket and lays them on the Bench, look-
Dor. No, my sweet lamb, I am not angry;
Ros. Have you any doubts of my conduct,
Dor. Indeed I have not, love; and yet I
may, Ros. This is Nature's holiday.
Enter Captain Belville, unperceived. Bel. Simple Nature ye who prize,
Go back to the reapers,
whilst í Life's fantastic forms despise.
thread. Cho. Taste our pleasures ye who may,
Ros. I'll go this moment.
Dor. But as I walk but slow, and 'tis a Capt. B. Blushing Bell, with downcast eyes,
good way, you may chance to be at home Sighs and knows not why she sighs;
before me; so take the key.
Ros. I will.
Capt. B. [Aside, while Dorcas feels in
her Pockets for the Key] Rosina to be at Cho. Taste our pleasures ye who
home before Dorcas! How lucky! I'll slip inThis is Nature's holiday.
to the house, and wait her coming, if 'tis till Will. He is fond, and she is shy;
midnight. He would kiss her!-fie!--ch, fie!
[He goes unperceived by them into the Cottage. Mind thy sickle, let her be;
Dor. Let nobody go into the house.
Ros. I'll take care; but first I'I double-lock By and by she'll follow thee.
the door. Cho. Busy censors, hence, away;
[While she is locking the Door, Dorcas, This is Nature's holiday.
going to take up the Basket, sees the Purse.
Dor. Good lack! What is here! a purse, Now we'll quaffthe nut-brown ale, Rust. Then we'll tell the sportive tale;
as ( live!
Ros. How !
Dor. Come, and see; 'lis a purse indeed.
Ros. Heav'ns ! 'tis full of gold. Cho. Taste our pleasures ye who may, Dor. We must put up a bill at the churchThis is Nature's holiday.
gate, and restore it to ihe owner. The best Pho. Lads and lasses, all advance,
way is to carry the money to his honour, Carol blithe, and form the dance;
and get him to keep it till the owner is found. Irish Girl. Trip it lightly while you may,
You shall go with it, love. 1 Irish. This is Nature's boliday.
Ros. Pray excuse me, I always blush so.
Dor. 'Tis nothing but childishness: but his Cho. Trip it lightly while you may, honour will like your bashfulness better than This is Nature's holiday. too much courage.
[Exit. [All rise; the Dancers come down the Stage Ros. I cannot support his presence-my
through the Sheaves of Corn, which are embarrassment-my confusion-a stronger senremoved; the Dance begins, and finishes sation than that of gratitude agitates my heart. the Act
-Yet bope in my situation were madness.
If chance some fairing caught her eye, Sweet transports, gentle wishes go!
The riband gay or silken glove, In vain his charms have gain'd my heart; With eager haste I ran to buy; Since fortune, still to love a foe,
For wbat is gold compar'd to love? And cruel duty, bid us part.
My posy on her bosom plac'd, Ah! why does duly chain the mind,
Could Harry's sweeter scents exhale ! And part ibose souls wbicb love has join'd ? | Her auburn locks my riband grac'd, Enter William.
And Muller'd in the wanton gale. Pray, William, do you know of any body
With scorn she hears me now complain, that has lost a purse?
Nor can my rustic presenls move: Will. I knows nothing about it.
Her heart prefers a richer swain, Ros. Dorcas, however, has found one.
And gold, alas! has banish'd love. Will. So much the better for she.
Will. (Coming back] Let's part friendly Ros. You will oblige me very much if you howsomever. Bye), Phæbe: I shall alwa's will carry it to Mr. Belville, and beg him to wish you well. keep it ill the owner is found.
Pha. Bye, VVilliam. Will. Since you desire it, I'll go: it shan't (Cries, wiping her Eyes with her Apron be the lighter for my carrying.
Will. My heart begins to melt a little. Ros. That I am sure of, William. [E.cit. [ Aside) I lov'd you very well once, Pbæbe.
but you are grown so cross, and have such Enter Phoebe.
vagariesPhæ. There's William; but I'W prelend not Phæ. I'm sure I never had no vagaries to see him.
with you, William. But go; mayhap Kate
may be angry. Henry culld the flow'ret's bloom,
Will. And who cares for she? I never Marian lov'd the soft perfume,
minded her anger, nor her coaxing neither, Had playful kiss'd but prudence near till you were cross to me. Whisper'd timely in her ear,
Pha, (Holding up her Hands] O the fa Simple Marian, ah! beware;
ther! I cross to you, William? Touch them not, for love is there.
Will. Did not you tell me, this very moraThrows away her Nosegay. While she is ing, as how you had done wi' me?
singing, William turns, looks at her, Phæ. One word's as good as a thousand. whistles, and plays with his Stick. Do you love me, William? Will. That's Harry's posy; the slut likes Vl'ill. Do I love thee? Do I love dancing me still.
on the green better than thrashing in the Phe. That's a copy of his countenance, I'm barn? Do I love a wake; or a barvest-home? sartin; be can no more help following me nor Phæ. Then I'll never speak to Harry again he can be hang’d.
the longest day I have to live. [Aside. William crosses again, singing. Will. I'll turn my back o'the miller's maid of all the fair maidens that dance on the green, the first time I nieet her. The maid of the mill for me.
Pho. Will you indeed, and indeed ? Phæ. I'm ready to choke wi' madness; but Will. Marry will l; and more nor that, I'll not speak first, an I die for't.
I'll go speak to the parson this moment, I'r [William sings, throwing up his Stick happier-zooks, I'm happier nor a lord or a and catching it.
squire of five hundred a year. Will. Her eyes are as black as the sloe in the hedge,
Duett. — PHOEBE and WILLIAN. ller face like the blossoms in May. Phæ. In gaudy courls, with aching hearts, Phæ. I can't bear it no longer-you vile,
The great at fortune rail: ungrateful, parfidious – But it's no matter- The hills may bigber honours claira, I can't think what I could see in you-Harry
But peace is in the rale. loves me, and is a thousand times more hand[Sings, sobbing at
Will. See high-born dames, in rooms of state, Of all the gay wrestlers that spost on the green,
With midnight revels pale; Young Harry's the lad for me.
No youth admires their fading charms,
For beauty's in the vale, Wil. fle's yonder a reaping: shall I call him?
[Offers to go. Both. Amid the shades the virgin's sighs Phưe. My grandmother leads me the life
Add fragrance to the gale: of a dog; and it's all along of you.
So they that will may take the bill, Will. Well, then she'll be better temper'd
Since love is in the vale.
(Exeunt, Arm in Ara. Phoe. I did not value her scolding of a
Enter BELVILLS. brass farthing, when I thought as bow you Bel. I tremble at the impression this losek
girl bas made on my heart. Ny cheerlatiess Will. Wasn't I true to you? Look in my has left me, and I am grown insensible eren face, and
to the delicious pleasure of makinsg those happy
who depend on my protection. When bidden to the wake or fair,
The joy of each free-hearted swain, Ere bright Rosina met my, eyes,
How peaceful pass'd the joyous day! I loiter'd, last of all the train.
1) Good bye,--shortened from good be with
were true to me.
In rural sports I gain'd the prize,
Bel. To what motive do I owe this tender Each virgin listend to my lay.
attention? But now no more I touch the lyre,
los. Ah, sir! do not the whole viilage No more the rustic sport can please ;
love you? I live the slave of fond desire,
Bel. You tremble; why are you alarm'd ? Lost to myself, !o mirth, and ease.
Duett. BELVILLE and Rosina. The tree that in a happier hour,
Bel. [Taking her Hand] For you, my sweet It's boughs extended o'er the plain,
maid, nay, be not afraid, When blasted by the lightning's power,
[ilos. withdraws her Hand. Nor charms the eye, nor shades the swain. I feel an affection which yet wants a name. Since the sun rose, I have been in continual Ros. When first-but' in vain-| seek to exercise; I feel exhausted, and will try to
explain, rest a quarter of an hour on this bank. What heart but must love you? I blush, fear, [Lies down on a Bank by the Fountain.
and shame Gleaners pass the Stage, with sheaves of Bel. Why thus limid, Rosina? still safe by Corn on their Heads ; last Rosina, who
my side, comes forward singing.
Let me be your guardian, protector, and guide, AIR.-ROSINA.
Ros. My timid heart pants — still sale by Light as thistle-down moving, which floats on the air,
Be you my protector, my guardian, any guide. Sweet gratitude's debt to this cottage I bear:
Bel. Why thus timid. etc. Of autumn's rich slore I bring home my part,
Ros. My timid beart pants, clc. The weight on ney head, but gay joy in my Bel. Unveil your mind to me, Rosina. The heart.
graces of your form, the native dignity of What do I see? Mr. Belville asleep? I'll your mind wbich breaks through the lovely steal softly--at this moment I may gaze on simplicity of your deportment, a thousand him without blushing. [Lays down the Corn, circumstances concur to convince me you und walks softly up to him] The sun points were not born a villager. full on this spot; lei me fasten these branches Ros. To you, sir, I can bave no reserve. together with'tbis riband, and shade bim from A pride, I hope an honest one, made me its beams-yes-that will do—But if he should wish to sigh in secret over my misfortunes. wake-[Takes the Riband from her Bosom, Bel. [Eagerly] They are al an end. and ties the Branches logether] How my Ros. "Dorcas approaches, sir! she can best heart beats! One look more — Áh! I have relate my melancholy story. wak'd him. [She flies, and endeavours to hide her
Enter Dorcas. self against the Door of the Cottage, Dor. Ilis honour bere? Good lack! How turning her Head every instant. sorry
am I happen'd to be from home. Troib, Bel. What noise was that?
I'm sadly tir'd. (Half ruising himself. Bel. Will you let me speak with you a Ros. He is angry-How unhappy I am! moment alone, Dorcas ? How I tremble!
[ Aside Dor. Rosina, take this basket. Bel. This riband I have seen before, and
[Ezrit Rosina, wit' the Basket. on the lovely Rosina's bosom
Bel. Rosina has referr'd me to you, Dor(He rises, and goes toward the Cottage. cas, for an account of her birth, which I have
Ros. I will bide myself in the house. [Ro- long suspected to be above her present situasina, opening the Door, sees Capt. Beloille, tion. and starts back] Heavens! a man in the house! Dor. To be sure, your honour, since the Capt. B. Now, love assist me!
dear child gives me leave to speak, she's of as [Comes out and seizes Rosina ; she breaks good a family as any in England. Her mofrom him, and runs affrighted across ther, sweet lady, was my bountiful old master's the Stage; Belville follows;, Captain daughter, squire Welford, of Lincolnshire. His Belville, who comes out to pursue her, estate was seiz'd for a mortgage of not half sees his Brother, und steals off at the its value, just after young madam was
other Scene ; Belville leads Rosina back. ried, and she ne'er got a penny of her porBel. Why do you fly thus, Rusina? What tion. can you fear? You are out of breath,
Bel. And her father? Ros. 0, sir!--my strength fails - [Leans Dor. Was a brave gentleman too, a coloon Belville, who supports her in his Arms] nel. llis honour went to the Eastern Indies, Where is he?-A gentleman pursued me'- to better bis fortune, and madam would go
[Looking round. with him. The ship was lost, and they, with Bel. Don't be alarm’d, 'twas my brother- all the little means they had, went to the be could not mean to offend you.
bottom. Young madam Rosina was their onRos. Your brother! Why then does be ly child; they left her at school; but when not imitate your virtues? Why was he here? this sad news came, the mistress did not care
Bel: Forget this: you are safe. But tell me, for keeping her, so the dear child bas shar'd Rosina, for the question is to me of import- my poor inorsel. ance, bave I not seen you wear this riband? Bel. But her father's name?
Ros. Forgive me, sir; I did not mean to Dor. Martin; colonel Martin. disturb you, I only meant to shade you from Beh I am too happy; he was the friend the too great beat of the sun.
father's heart: a thousand times bave