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Ang. Percy! dear Percy!

| Per. Can you forget your sufferings? Per. (Flying to her.) Dearest Angela!

| Reg. Ah! youth; has he had none 2 Ohl in his Ang. My friend, my guardian angel! Come, stately chambers, far greater must have been his Percy, come; embrace my father. Father, embraco pangs than mine in this gloomy dungeon; for what the protector of your child.

gave me comfort was his terror, what gave me Per. Do I then behold Earl Reginald

hopo was his despair. Reg. (Embracing him.) The same, brave Percy! Aud, oh, thou wretch! whom hopeless woes op. Welcome to my heart! Live ever next to it.

press, Ang. Oh! moment that o'erpays my sufferings. Whose days no joys, whose nights no slumbers And yet, Percy, that wretched man-he perished

bless, by my hand! (Osmond is conveyed away: servants / When pale Despair alarms thy phrensied eve.. enter with torches.)

Screams in thine ear, and bids thee heaven Per. But say, fair Angela, what have I to hope?

depy, Is my love approved by your noble father? Will Court thon Religion! strive thy faith to save; he

| Bend thy fix'd glance ou bliss beyond the grave: Ren. Percy, this is no time to talk of love. Let | Lush guilty murmurs! bauish dark mistrust! me hasten to my expiring brother, and soften with I Think, there's a Power above, nor doubt that Power forgisness the pangs of death.

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ACT L

SCENE I.—Sir Jacob Joliup's House at Garratt.

Enter SLR JACOB JOLLUP. Sir J. Roger.

Enter ROGER. Royer. Anan, Sir!

Sir J. Sir, sirrah! and why not Sir Jacoh, you rascal? Is that all your manners? Has his majesty dabbed me a knight for yon to make me a mister? Are the candidates near upon coming?

Royer. Nic Goose, the tailor, from Putney, they sayt will be here in a crack, Sir Jacob.

Sir J. Has Margery fetched in the linen?

Royer. 'Yes, Sir Jacob.

Sir J. Are the pigs and the poultry locked up in the barn? Royer. Safe, Sir Jacob.

Sir J. And the plate and spoons in the pantry? Roger. Yes, Sir Jacob.

Sir J. Then give me the key. The mob will soon be upon us; and all is fish that comes to their net Has Ralph laid the cloth in the hall?

Royer. ¥es, Sir Jacob. . .

Sir J. Then let him bring out the turkey and chine, and be sure there is plenty of mustard l and, d'ye hear, Roger, do you stand yourself at the gate, and be careful who you let in.

Royer. I will, Sir Jacob. (Exit.

Sir J. So, now I believe things are pretty secure; But I uan't think what makes my daughters so late ere they—fa knocking at the gate.) Who is that; Roger?

Royet: (Without.) Justice Sturgeon, the fishmonger, from Brentford. ....

Sir /. Gad's my life I and malor to the Middlesex militia. Usher him in, Roger.

Enter MAJOR STURGEON. I could have wished you had come a little sooner, Major Sturgeon,

Major S. Why, what has been the matter, Sir Jacob'?

Major S. There has, major, been here an impudent plllmonger, who has dared to scandalize the whole body of the bench.

Major S. Insolent companion! had I been here, I would have mittimused the rascal at once.

Sir J. No, no; he wanted the major more than the magistrate: a few smart strokes from your cane would have fully answered the purpose. Well, Major, our wars are done; the rattling drum and sqneaking fife now wound our ears no more.

Major S. Trne, Sir Jacob; our corps is disembodied; so the French may sleep in security.

Sir J. But, Major, was it not rather late in life for you to enter upon the profession of arms?

Major S. A little awkward in the beginning, Sir Jacob: the great difficulty they had was, to get me to turn out my toes; but use, use reconciles all them kind of things: why, after my first campaign, I no more minded the noise of the guns than a fieahite.

Sir J. No.

Major S. No. There is more made of these matters than they merit. For the general good, indeed, I am glad of the peace; but as to my single self,—and yet we have had some desperate duty, Sir Jacob.

Sir J. No doubt

Major S. Oh, such marchings and counter marchings, from Brentford to Ealing, from Ealing to Acton, from Acton to Uxbridge; the dust fiying, sun scorching, men sweating.—Why, there was our last expedition to Hounslow; that day's work carried off Major Molossas. Bunhill-fields never saw a braver commander. He was an irreparable loss to the service.

Sir J. How came that about?

Major S. Why, it was partly the major's own fault; I advised him to pull off his spurs before he went upon action; but he was resolute, and would not be ruled.

Sir J. Spirit; zeal for the service.

Major S. Doubtless. But to proceed: in order to get our men in good spirits, we were quartered at Thistleworth, the evening before. At day-break, our regiment formed at Hounslow, town's end, as it might be about here. The major made a fine disposition; on we marched, the men all in high spiritS, to . attack the gibbet where Gardel is hanging; but turning down a narrow lane to the left, as it might be about there, in order to possess a pig-sty, that we might take the gallows in fiank, and, at all events secure a retreat, who should come by but a drove of fat oxen from Smithfield. The drums beat in the front, the dogs barked in the rear, the oxen set up a gallop; on they came thundering upon us, broke through our ranks in an instant, and threw the whole corps in confusion.

Sir J. Terrible.

Major S. The major's horse took to his heels; away he scoured o'er the heath. That gallant commander stuck both his spurs into his fiank, and for some time, held by his mane; but in crossing a ditch, the horse threw up his head, save the malor a douse in the chaps, and plumped him into a gravel-pit, just by tho powder-mills.

Sir J. Dreadful!

Major S. Whether from the fall or the fright, tho major moved off in a month. Indeed, it was an unfortunate day for us all.

Sir J. As how?

Major S. Why, as Captain Cucumber, lieutenant Pattyman, ensign Tripe, and myself were returning

to town in the Turnham-green stage, we were

stopped near the Hammersmith turnpike, and robbed and stripped by a single footpad.

StrJ. An unfortunate day, indeed.

Major S. tBut, in some measure, to make me amends, I got the Major's commission.

Sir J. You did?

Major & O, yea I was the only one of the corps that could ride; otherwise we always succeeded of course: no jumping over heads, no underhand work among us; all men of honour; and I must do the regiment the justice to say, there never was a set or more amiable officers.

Sir J. Quiet and peaceable.

Major S. As lambs, Sir Jacob. Excepting one boxing-bout at the Three Compasses, in Acton, between captain Sheers and the colonel, concerning a game at all-fours, I don't remember a single dispute.

Sir J. Why, that was mere mutiny; the captain ought to have been broke.

Major S. He was; for the colonel not only took away his cockade, but his custom; and I don't think poor captain Sheers has done a stitch, for him since.

Sir J. But you soon supplied the loss of Molossas?

Major S. In part only: no. Sir Jacoh, he had great experience ; he was trained up to arms from his youth. At sixteen, he trailed a pike in the Artillery-ground; at eighteen, got a company in tho Smithfield pioneers; and by the time he was twenty was made aid-de-camp to Sir Jeffry Gruh, knight, alderman, and colonel of the yellow.

Sir J. A rapid rise!

Major S. Yes, he had a genins for war; hut what I wanted in practice, I made up by doubling my diligence. Our porter at home had been a serjeant of marines: so after shop was shut up at night, hi used to teach me my exercise; and he had. not to deal with a dunce, Sir Jacob.

Sir J. Your progress was great

MajorS. Amazing. In a week, I could shoulder, and rest, and poise, and turn to the right, and wheel to the left; and in less than a month, I coutd fire without winking or blinking.

Sir J. A perfect Hannibal!

Major S. Ah, and then 1 learned to form lines, and hollows, and squares, and evolutions, and revolutions. Let me tell you, Sir Jacob, it was lucky that monsieur kept his myrmidons at home, or we should have peppered his fiat-bottomed boats.

Sir J. Ay, marry, he had a marvellous escape.

Major S. We would a taught him what a Briton can do,'who is fighting pro arvis and focus.

Sir J. Pray, now. Major, which do you look upon as the best disciplined troops, the London regiments, or the Middlesex militia?

Major S. Why, Sir Jacoh, it does not become me to say; but lack-a-day! they have never seen any service. Holiday soldiers! Why, I don't believe, unless indeed upon a lord mayors-day, and that mere matter of accident, that they were ever wet to the skin in their lives.

Sir J. Indeed!

Major S. Nol soldiers for sunshine—cockneys; they have not tho appearance, the air, the freedom the jenny sequoi, that—oh, could you but see me salute. You have never a spontoon in the house?

Sir J. No; but we could get you a shove-pike.

Major S. No matter. Well, Sir Jacoh. and how are your fair daughters, sweet Mrs. Sneak, and the lovely Mrs. Bruin; is she as lively and as brilliant as ever?

Sir J. Oh, ho. now the murder is out; this visit was intended for them: come, own now, Major, did you not expect to meet with them here? Yon officers are men of such gallantry.

Major S. Why, we do tickle up the ladies, Sir Jacob; there is no resisting a red coat

Sir j. Trne, trne. Major.

Major S. But that is now all over with me. "Farewell to the plumed steeds and neighing troopK," as the black man says in the play ; like the Roman censurer, I shall retire to my Savine field, and there cultivate cabbages.

Sir J. Under the shade of your laurels.

Major S. Trne; I have done with the major, and now return to the magistrate; ceduntarma togge.

Mob. (Without.) Huzza!

Re-enter ROGER .

Sir J. What's the matter now, Roger?

Royer. The electors desire to know if your worship has anybody to recommend?

Sir J. By no means; let them be free in their choice: I sha'n't interfere.

Royer. And if your worship ha? any objection to Crispin Heeltap, the cobbler, being returned officer.

Sir J. None, provided the rascal can keep himself sober. Is he there?

Royer. Yes, Sir Jacob. Make way there; stand further off from the gate: here is madam Sneak in a chaise along with her hushand.

MajorS. Gadso, you will permit me to convoy her in. (Exit.

Sir J. Now, here is one of the evils of war. This Sturgeon was as pains taking a Billingsgatebroker as any in the bllls of mortality. But the fish is got eut of its element; the soldier has quite demolished the citizen.

Re-enter MAJOR STURGEON, leading in MRS. SNEAK.

Mrs. S. Dear Major, I demand a million of pardona I have given you a profusion of trouble; but my hushand is such a goose-cap, that I can't get no good out of him at home or abroad.—Jerry, Jerry Sneak.—Your blessing, Sir Jacob.

Sir J, Daughter, you are welcome to Garratt

Mrs. S. Why, Jerry Sneak! I say. Enter JERRY SNEAK, with a band box and bundle under his arm, a cardinal, ltc .

Sneak. Here, lovy.

Mrs S. Here, looby: there, lay these things in the hall, and then go and look after the horse. Are you sure you have got all the things out of the chaise?

Sneak. Yes, chuck.

Mrs. S. Then give me my fan. (Jerry drops the things in searching his pocket for the fan,)

Mrs. S. Did ever mortal see such—I declare, I am quite ashamed to be seen with him abroad: go, get you gone out of my sight

Sneak, I go, lovy.—Good day to my father-inlaw.

Sir J. I am glad to see you, son Sneak; but where is your brother Bruin and his wife?

Sneak. He will be here anon, father, Sir Jacob; he did hnt just step into the Alley to gather how tickets vere sold.

Sir J. Very well, son sneak. (Exit Sneak.

Mrs. & Son; yes, and a pretty son you have provided.

Sir J, I hope all for the best: why, what terrible work there would have been, had you married such a one as your sister; one honse could never have contained you. Now, I thorght this meek mate—

Mrs, S, Meek! a mushroom! a milksop!

Sir J. Lookye, Molly, I have married you to a man; take care you don't make him a monster.

(Exit.

Mrs. S. Monster! Why, Major, the fellow has no more heart than a mouse. Had my kind stars indeed allotted me a military man, I should, doubtless, have deported myself in a beseemingly manner.

Major S. Unqnestionably, madam.

Mrs. S. Nor would the Major have found, had it been my fortune to intermarry with him, that Molly Jollup would have dishonoured his cloth.

Major S. I should have been too happy.

Mrs. S. Indeed, sir, I reverence the army; they are all so brave, So polite, So every thing a woman can wish.

Major S. Oh, madam—

Mrs. S. So elegant so genteel, so obliging: and then the rank; why, who would dare to affront the wife of a major?

Major S. No man with impunity; that I take the freedom to say, madam.

Mri. S. I know it, good sir: oh! I am no stranger to what I have missed.

Major S. Oh, madam !—Let me die but she has infinite merit (Aside.)

Mrs. S. Then to be joined to a sneaking, slovenly cit: a paltry, prying, pitiful pin-maker I

MajorS. Melancholy!

Mrs. S. To be jostled and crammed with the crowd; no respect, no place, no precedence; to be choked with the smoke of the city; no country jaunts but to Islington; no balls but to Pewterer's'kall.

MotorS. Intolerable! «. Mrs. s. I see, sir, you have a proper sense of my sufferings.

Major 8. And would shed my best blood to relieve them. Mrs. S. Gallant gentleman! Major S. The bravo must favour the fair. Mrs. S. Intrepid Major! Major S. Divine Mrs. Sneak! Mrs. S. Ohliging commander! Major & Might I be permitted the honour— Mrs. S. Sir!

Major S. Just to ravish a kiss from your hand?

Mrs. S. You have a right to all we can grant

Major S. Courteous, condescending, complying. —Hum! ha! (Kisses her hand.)

Re-enter JERRY SNEAK.

Sneak. Chuck, my brother and sister Bruin are just turning the corner; the Clapham-stage vas quite full, and so they came by vater.

Mrs. S. I wish they had all been soused in the Thames.—A prying, impertinent puppy! (Aside to Major.)

Major S. Next time I will clap a sentinel to secure tho door. (Aside to J/iv. S.)

Mrs. S. Major Sturgeon, permit mo to withdraw for a moment; my dress demands a little repair.

Major S. Your ladyship's most entirely devoted.

Mrs. S. Ladyship! he is tho very broglio and bellisle of the army!

Sneak. Shall I vait upon you, dove?

Mrs. S. No, dolt; what, would you leave tho Major alone? Is that your manners, you mongrel?

Major S. Oh. madam, I can never be alone; your sweet idera will be my constant companion.

Mrs. S. Mark that

Sneak. Yes.

Mrs. S. I am sorry, sir, I am obligated |,o leava Major 8 Maiam— [you. Mrs. S. Especially with such a wretched cora

Major S. Oh, madam— [panion.

Mrs. S. But as soon as my dress is restored, I shall lly to relieve your distress.

Major S. For that moment I shall wait with the greatest impatience.

Mrs. S. Courteous commander!

Maior S. Paragon of women!

Mrs. S. Adieu!

Major. S. Adieu! Tol, lol. (Exit Mrs. Sneak.

Sneak. Notwithstanding, sir, all my chicken has said, I am special company vhen she is not by.

Major S. I doubt not, master Sneak.

Sneak. If you vould but come one Thursday night to our club, at the Nag's-head in the Poultry, you vould meet some roaring, rare boys, i'fuith there's Jemmy Perkins, the packer; little Tom Kimkins, the grocer; honest master Muzzle, the midvife.

Major S. A goodly company!

Sneak. Ay, and then sometimes vo have the choice spirits from Comus's-conrt, and To crack jokes, and are so jolly and funny. I have learnt myself to sing, but I durst not sing out IouJ, because my viie vould overhear me; and she says as how I bawl vorser than the broom-man.

SONG.

When 1 was a lad, I had cause to be sad.

My grawfather I did lose, 0.

I'll bet you a can, yon hnre heard of the man. pis n-Jrtie it icas Robinson Crusoe.

Chorus. O Robinson Crusoe!

O Robinson Crusoe!
Tink a link tanff, tink a link tang,
0 poor Robinson Crusoe.

Perhaps you'teread in a book, of a voyage he took.

And how the whirwind blew so.
That the ship -with a sliock, drove flump on a rock,

Near drowning poor Robinson Crusoe.
Chorus. 0 poor Robinson, &c.

Poor soul, none but he remain'd on sea.

Ah fate, fate how could you do so f
Till ashore he was thrown, on an island unknown,

0 poor Robinson Crusoe.
Chorus. 0 poor Roblnson, &c.'

He wanted to eat, and he sought for some meat.

But the cattle away from him flew so,
Tfidt but for his gun, he'd been surely undone,

0 poor Roblnson Crusoe.

Chorus. 0 poor Robinsov, &c.

But he'd sareifrom aboard an oi l gun and a sword,

And aiio'her odd mutter or two, so;
That, by dht of his thrift, he manay'd to shijl;

Well dove Rohinson Crusoe.

Chorus. Opoor Robinson, &c.

And he happen'd to save from the merciless wave,
A poor parrot, I assure you 'tis trne, so;

That vhen he cam? home from a mercihss roam,
She cried out "Poor Robinson Crusoe!''

Chorus. Opoor Robinson, &c.

He got all the wood that ever he could,

And stuck it toyether with glue, so,
That he made him a hut, wherein he did put

The carcase of Rohinson Crusoe.

Chorus, 0 poor Robinson, tCc.

He us'd to wear a cap, and a coat with long nap.

With a beard as long at a Jew, to, "'
That by all that is civil! he look'd like a devil.

More than poor Roblnson Crusoe.
Chorus. 0 Poor Roblnson, lfrc .

And then his man Friday kept his hut neat and tidy.

To be sure 'twas his bu*ines* to do so;
And, friendly toyether, less like servant than brothcrt

Lio'd Friday and Rohinson Crusoe.
Chorus. Opoor Robinson, &c.

Al last, an English sail come near within hail,

Then he took to his little canoe, so.
That on reaching the ship, they gave him a trip.

Back to the country of Rohinson Crusoe.

Chorus. 0 poor Rohinson, dtc.

Major S. You must not think of disobliging your lady. [not I.

Sneak. I never does: I never contradicts her,

Major S. That's right: she is a woman of infinite merit [wory pretty vithal?

Sneak. 0, a power! And don't you think she is

Major S. A Venus!

Sneak. Yes, wery like Wenus. Mayhap you have kuown her some time? Major S. Long.

Sneak, Belike beforo she was married?

Major S. I did, master Sneak.

Sneak. Ay, vhen she was a wirgin. I thought you was an old acquaintance, by your kissing Her hand; for ve ben't quite so familiar as that But then, indeed, ve ha'n't been married a year.

Major & The mere honeymoon.

Sneak. Ay, ay, I suppose ve shall come to it by decrees. [are pursy and lazy, you jade?

Bruin. (Without.) Come alon-t, Jane; why you Enter BRUIN and MRS. BRUIN, with his great coat ana fishing-rod.

Bruin. Come along. Master Sneak, a good morning to you. Sir, I am your hnmble servant unknown. (To Major.)

Re-enter ROGER.

Royer. Mrs. Sneak begs to speak with the Major.

Major S. I will wait on the lady immediately.

Sneak. Don't tarry an instant; you can't think how impatient she is. [Exit Major.] A good morrow to you, brother Bruin; you have had a varm valk across the fields.

Mrs B. Good lord, I am all over dirt

Bruin. And who may you thank for it, hussy? If you had got up time enough, you might have secured the stage; but y— - n . i...

Mrs. B. There's Mr. chay.

Bruin. And so he may; but I know better what to do with my money.

M}-s. B. For the matter of that, we can afford it well enough as it is.

Bruin, And how do you know that? Who told you as much, Mrs. Mixen? I hope I know ike world better than to trust my concerns with a wife: no, no, thank you for that, Mrs. Jane.

Mrs. B. And pray who is mofp fitterer to be trusted (

Bruin. Heyday! Why. the wench is bewitched; come, come, let's have none of your palaver here: take twelve-pence and pay the waterman. But first see if he has broke none of the pipes; and, d'vo hear, Jane? be sure to lay the fishing-rod safe. [Exit Mrs. Bruin.

Sneak. Odds me, how finely she's'managed 1 vliat vould I give to have my vife as muoh under!

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