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intent passion for another person; and I am so were lost in this. Speak, speak, speak to say vell enbrinced of the rectitude of her affections, dearest Fanny! let me but hear thy roce : that I will support them with my fortune, my ho- your eyes, and bless me with the smallest sgt Does, and my life.-ESsha'st 5, Mt. Sterling? life. Sing.) What as you?

Mise S. Lovewell -I am easy. Ster. Sulily.) To be sure, my lord. These Mrs. H. I am thunderstreck bawling women hare been the tuin of everything. Lord O. I am petrified!

[Aside. Sir J. And I undone. Lord O. But, come, I'll end this basiness in a Far (Recovering.] 0, Loreselleren supress trice. If you, ladies, will compose yourselves, and by thee. I dare not look my father as his Mr. Sterling will ensure Miss Fanay from violence, in the face. I will engage to draw her from her pillow with a Ster. What now, did not I send you to Land,

sir? whisper through the key-bole.

Mr. H. The horrid creatures - I say, my lord, Lord 0. Eh! What? How's this? Bo wiatges break the door open.

and title have you been half the night in thalai's Lord O. Let me beg of your delicacy not to be bed-chamber? too precipitate! Now to our experiment!

Love. By that right which makes me the le (Arancing towards the door. piest of men; and by a title which I would Miss S. Now, what will they do? My heart will forego for any the best of kings could give. beat through my boson

Bd. I could cry my eyes out to hear his mig

nimity. Re-enter BETTY with the key

Lord O. I am annihilated! Bet. There's no occasion for breaking open doors Ster. I have been choked with rage and sender; my lord; we have done nothing that we ought to but now I can speak - Lovewell, you are a villais; be ashamed of, and my mistress shall face her ene- you have broken your word with me. mies.

(Going to unlock the door. Fan. Indeed, sit, he has not: you forbade him to Mr. H. There's impudence !

think of me, when it was out of his power to obey Lord O. The mystery thickens. Lady of the you—we have been married these four months. vedchamber, (To Betty. I open the door, and entreat Ster. And he shant stay in my house four hours. Sir John Melvil (for the ladies will have it that he What baseness and treachery! As for you, you is there) to appear, and answer to high crimes and shall repent this step as long as you live, madam! misdemeanors. Call Sir John Melvil into court!

Fan. Indeed, sis, it is impossible to conceive the Enter Sir Jous MELVIL.

tortures I have already endured in consequence of

my disobedience. My heart has continually upSir J. I am here, my lord.

braided me for it; and though I was too weak to Mys. H. Hey-day!

Sir J. What's all this alarm and confusion ? struggle with affection, I feel that I must be misezThere is nothing but hurry in this house? What able for ever without your forgiveness.

Ster. Lovewell, you shall leave my house di is the reason of it?

Lord 0. Because you have been in that chamber; rectly; and you shall follow him, madam! -have been! nay, you are there at this moment, mine. Lookye, Mr. Sterling, there have been some

Lord 0. And if they do, I will receire them into as these ladies have protested, so don't deny itTrar. This is the clearest alibi I ever knew, Mr. own sakes; and the best way to forget them, is to

mistakes, which we had all better forget for our Sergeant. Plow. Luce clarius.

forgive the cause of them, which I do from my soul. Lord o. Upon my word, ladies, if you have often life and fortune; it is a debt of honour, and must

Poor girl! I swore to support her affection with my these frolics, it would be really entertaining to pass be paid. You swore as much ton, Mr. Sterling; a whole summer with you. But, come, 1To Betty.] but

your laws in the city will exeuse you, Is open the door and entreat your amiable mistress to come forth, and dispel all our doubts with her smiles. pose; for you never strike a balance without Bet. Opening the door.] Madam, you are wanted

errors excepted. in this room.

[Pertly. other fathers, I think I ought not to forgive her,

Ster. I am a father, my lord; but for the sake of Enter Fanny, in great confusion. for fear of encouraging other silly girl, like berself, Miss S. You see she's ready dressed and what to throw themselves away without the consent of confusion she's in.

their parents.
Mrs. H. Ready to pack off, bag and baggage ! Young ladies, with minds like my Fanny's, sed

Love. I hope there will be no danger of that, sir.
Her guilt confounds her!
Flow. Silence in the court, ladies.

startle at the very shadow of rice; and when they Fan. I am confounded indeed, madam.

know to what uneasiness only an indiscretion has Lord O. Don't droop, my beauteous lily! but exposed her, her example, instead of encouraging, of mind. Pour conviction into their ears, and rap-delicat word to express disobedience ! with your own peculiar modesty declare your state will rather serve to deter them.

Mrs. H. Indiscretion, quotha! a mighty mer ture into mine. Pan. I am, at this moment, the most unhappy

Lord O. For my part, I indulge my own passions most distressed the tumult is too much for my too much to tyrannize over those of other people. heart—and I want the power to reveal a secret, Pool souls! I pity them. And you mes krgive which, to conceal, has been the misfortune and them, too. Come, come, melt a little of your flist, misery of my

[Faints away.

Mr. Sterling.
LOVEWELL rushes out of the chamber.

Ster. Why, why as to that, my lord—to be es,
Love. My Fanny in danger? I can contain no sister Heidelberg.?

he is a relation of your's, my lord-What sy you, longer. Prudence were now a crime; all other cares - Tushan

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Ster. Well! so do I then. Nay, no tharks. (To deserve any. All I have to offer in excuse for OVE. and Fan. who seem preparing to speak.] There's what has happened, is my total ignorance of your a end of the matter. (Exit Flow. Trav. and Bet. situation. Had you dealt a little more openly with Lord O. But, Lovewell, what makes you dumb me, you would have saved me, yourself

, and that 1 this while ?

lady, (who I hope will pardon my behaviour) a Love. Your kindness, my lord. can scarcely great deal of uneasiness. "Give me leave, however, elieve my own senses--they are all in a tumult of to assure you, that light and capricious as I may ar, joy, love, expectation, and gratitude. I ever have appeared, now my infatuation is over, I have

as, and am now more bound in duty to your lord. sensibility enough to be ashamed of the part I have hip.-For you, Mr. Sterling, if every moment of acted, and honour enough to rejoice at your happi

iy life, spent gratefully in your service, will, in ness. bome measure, compensate the want of fortune, you, Love. And now, my dearest Fanny, though we erhaps, will not repent your goodness to me. And are, seemingly, the happiest of beings, yet all our ou, ladies, I flatter myself

, will not, for the future, joys would be damped, if his lordship's generosity uspect me of artifice and intrigueI shall be hap- and Mr. Sterling's forgiveness should not be sucy to oblige and serve you. As for you, Sir John ceeded by the indulgence, approbation, and consent Şir J. No apologies to me, Lovewell; I do not lof these our best benefactors. [To the audience.

CYM ON:

A DRAMATIC ROMANCE, IN THREE ACTS

BY DAVID GARRICK.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

Mer. Hear you! I have heard you ; for years

have heard your vows, your protestations. Have MERLIN

you not allured my affections by every female art ? CYMON

and when I thought that my unalterable passion wa DORUS

to be rewarded for its constancy, what have you LINCO

done? Why, like mere mortal woman, in the true Danon

spirit of frailty, have given up me and my hopes DORILAS

for what? a boy! an idiot!
HYMEN

Urg. Even this I can bear from Merlin.
CUPID

Mer. You have injured me, and must bear more.
Knights

Urg. I'll repair that injury.
Shepherds.

Mer. Then send back your favourite Cymon to

his disconsolate friends. URGANDA

Urg. How can you imagine that such a poor, SYLVIA

ignorant object as Cymon is, can bave any charms FATIMA

for me? DORCAS

Mer. Ignorance, no more than profligacy, is ex Shepherdesses.

cluded from female favour; of this the success os rakes and fools is proof sufficient.

Urg. You mistake me, Merlin; pity for Cymon'

state of mind, and friendship for his father, have ACT I.

induced me to endeavour at his cure.

Mer. False, prevaricating Urganda! love was

your inducement. Have you pot stolen the prince SCENE 1.—Urganda's Palace from his royal father, and detained him here by Enter MERLIN and URGANDA.

your power, while a hundred knights are in search

after him ? Does not everything about you prove Urg. But hear me, Merlin; I beseech you, hear the consequence of your want of honour and faith

to me? You were placed on this happy spot, to be

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changes to a magnificent garden. Cupid and
the Loves descend. Ballet by Loves and

SCENE II.-A rural prospect.
Zephyrs. During the dance, Cymon stares
vacantly, yrows inattentive, and at last, falls

Enter Puebe and DAPHNE. -
asleep.

Phæbe. What, to be left and forsaken! and see Urg. Look, Fatima, nothing can affect his insen.

the false fellow make the same vows to another, alsibility; and yet, what a beautiful simplicity!

Ft. Turn him out among the sheep, madam, and most before my face! I can't bear it, and I won't. think of him no more; 'tis all labour in vain, as the Oh! that I had the power of our enchantress yonder. sung says, I assure you.

- I would play the devil with them all.

Daph. And yet, to do justice to Sylvia, who makes Urg. Cymon, Cymon! what, are you dead to

all this disturbance among you, she does not in the these entertainments ? Cymon. Dead! I hope not.

(Starts.

least encourage the shepherds, and she can't help Urg. How can you be so unmoved ?

their falling in love with her.

Phæbe. May be so; nor can I help hating and deCymon. They tired me so, that I wished them a good night, and went to sleep. But where are they? testing her, because they do fall in love with her. Uig. They are gone, Cymon.

Linco. (Singing without.) “Care joies from ind Cymon. Then let me go too,

(Gets up.

lad that is merry." Far. The old story!

Daph. Here comes the merry Linco, who never Urg. Whither would you go? Tell me, and I'll knew care, or felt sorrow. If you can bear his go with you, my sweet youth.

| laughing at your griefs, or singing away his own, Cymon. No, I'll go by myself.

vou may get some information from him. Urg. And so you shall; but where ?

Enter Linco, singing. Cymon. Into the fields.

Linco. What, my girls of ten thousand! I was l'rg. But is not this garden pleasanter than the this moment defying love and all his mischief, aud fields, my palace than cottages, and my company you are sent in the nick by him, to try my courage; more agreeable to you than the shepherds ? Cymon. Why, how can I tell till stry? you won't and all his arrows Aly over me.

but I'm above temptation, or below it; I duck down. let me choose.

AIR.-Linco.
AIR.-Cymon.

Care flies from the led that is merry,
You gave me, last week, a young linnet,

Whose heart is as sound,
Shut up in a fine golden cage;

And cheeks are as round,
Yet how sad the poor thing was within it,

As round and as red as a cherry.
Oh! how it did Autter und rage!
Then he mop'd, and he pin'd,

Phæbe. What, are you always thus
That his rings were confin'd,

Linco. Ay, or heaven help me! What, would you
Till I open'd the door of his den ;

have me do as you do? walking with your arms Then so merry was he,

across, thus-heighoing by the brook-side among And because he was free,

the willows. Oh! fie for shame, lasses ! young and He came to his cage back again.

handsome, and sighing after one fellow a-piece,

when you should have a hundred in a drove, follow.. And so should I too, if you would let me go.

ing you like-like-you shall have the simile another Urg. And would you return to me again ?

time. Cymun. Yes, I would ; I've to where else to go to.

Daph. No; pr’ythee, Linco, give it us now. Fat. Let bim have his humour; when he is not

Linco. You shall have it; or what's better, l’IL confined, and is seemingly disregarded, you may tell you what you are not like you are not like our have him, and mould him as you please. "Tis a re- shepherdess Sylvia; she's so cold, and so coy, that ceipt for the whole sex.

she flies from her lovers, but is never without a Urg. I'll follow your advice. [Erit Fatima score of them; you are always running after the Well, Cymon, you shall go wherever you please, fellows, and yet are always alone; a very great difand for as long as you please.

ference, let me tell you : frost and fire, that's all. Cymon. And shall I let my linnet out, too? Urg. And take this, Cymou, wear it for my sake, condition my poor sister is. I am as happy as she

Daph. Don't imagine that I am in the pining and don't forget me. (Cices hum a nosegay.) Go, is miserable. Cymon, take your companion, and be happier than

Linco. Good lack! I'm sorry for it.
I can make you.

Daph. What, sorry that I am happy
AIR.-URGANDA.

Linco. Oh! no, prodigious glad.

Phæbe. That I ain miserable!
One adieu before you leave me,

Linco. No, no; prodigious sorry for that, ana
One sigh, although that sigh deceive me; prodigious glad of the other.
Oh ! let me think you true !

Phæbe. Prythee, be serious a little.
Cruel! thus Urganda flying;

Linco. No; heaven forbid ! If I am serious, 'tis
Cruel! this fond heart denying;

all over with me. I must laugh at something; shall One sigh, one last adieu.

I be merry with you ?
Though my ardent vows be slighted,

Daph. The happy shepherdess can bear to be
Though my love be unrequited,

laughed at. Oh ! hide it from my view !

Linco. Then Sylvia might take your shepherd Let me feel not Pin forsaken;

without a sigh. Rather let me die mistaken,

Daph. My shepherd! what does the fool mean? Than breathe one last adiou \Ereunt. l'habe. Her shepherd ! Pray, tell us, Linco.

(Eagerly. his cap.

some.

Linco. 'Tis no secret, I suppose. I only met her I am glad I came abroad! I have not been Damon and Sylvia together just now, walking to— pleased ever since I can remember. Bet, pertanya, Daph. What, my Damon ?

it may be angry with me. I can't help 1:1 Linco. Your Damon that was, and that would be I had rather see her angry with me thaa Croaza Sylvia's Damon, if she would put up with him. sinile upon me. Stay, stay! (Sylvia sára. I !

Daph. Her Damon! I'll make her to know-a what a pretty foot it has ! wicked slut! a vile fellow! Come, sister, I'm ready (Retires. Sylvia Taises herself from the lumi to go with you-we'll be revenged. If our old

AIR.-Sylvia. governor continues to cast a sheep's eye at me, I'll have her turned out of Arcadia, I warrant you; a

Yet awhile, sweet sleep, deceive me, base, mischievous

(Erit.

Fold me in thy downy arms, Phoebe. This is some comfort, however-ha, ba,

Let not care awake to griece me, ha! in seeing one's sister as miserable as one's self.

Lull it with thy potent charm.

[Exit. I, a turtle, doom'd to stray,
Linco. Ha, ha, ha! Oh! how the pretty, sweet- Quitting young the parent's at,
tempered creatures are ruffled.

Find each bird a bird of prey;
AIR.-LINCO.

Sorrow knows not where to rest.
This love puts 'em all in commotion;

(SILVIA sees CTMon with enation, while For preach what you will,

gazes strongly on her, and retires, pulling: They cannot be still, No more than the wind or the ocean. [Eril. Syl. Who's that ? (Speakı gently and estens

Cymon. 'Tis I.

(Bones and deniais Syl. What's your name?

Cymon. Cymon.
ACT II.

Syl. What do you want, young man ?

Cymon. Nothing, young woman.
SCENE I.-A rural prospect.

Syl. What are you doing there?
Cymon. Looking at you there. What eyes it has

Ande Sylvia discovered lying upon a bank.- Enter

Syl. You don't intend me any barm?
MERLIN.

Cymon. Not I, indeed! I wish you don't do me
Mer. My art succeeds, which hither has convey'd, Art thou a fairy, pray?
To catch the eye of Cymon, this sweet maid.

Syl. No; I am a poor harmless shepherdesi. Her charms shall clear the mists which cloud his

Cymon. I don't know that you have bewitch-! mind,

me, I believe. I wish you'd speak to me, and lua And make him warm, and sensible, and kind;

at me, as Urganda does. Her yet cold heart, with passion's sighs shall move,

Sył. What, the enchantress? Do you belong to Meit as he melts, and give him love for love. her. This mayic touch shall to these flowers impart

Cymon. I had rather belong to you; I would not [Touches a nosegay in her handdesire to go abroad, if I did. A power when beauty gains, to fix the heart. (E.cit.

Syl. Does Urganda love you!
Enter Cymon, with his bird.

Cymon. So she says. If I were to stay here alCymon. Away, prisoner, and make yourself merry. ways, I should not be called the simple Cymor. [Bird flies.] Ay, ay, I knew how it would be with Syl. Nor I the hard-hearted Sylvia. you ; much good may it do you, Bob. What a Cymon. Sylvia, Sylvia ! what a sweet same! I sweet place this is! Hills and greens, and rocks, could sound it for ever! and trees, and water, and sun, and birds ! Dear me! Syl. I shall never see you again. I wish I ba! 'tis just as if I had never seen it before. ( Whistles not seen you now. about till he sees SYLVIA, then stops and sinks his Cymon. If you did but wish as I do, all the eswhistling by degrees, with a look and attitude of asto- chantresses in the world could not binder us fra nishment. I oh, la! what's here ? "Tis something seeing one another. (Kneels and kisses her ke: dropped from the heavens, sure; and yet, 'uis like Syl. We shall be seen, and separated for ever. I a woman, too! Bless me! is it alive?" (Sighs.] It must go. can't be dead, for its cheek is as red as a rose, and Cymon. When shall I see you again? In half a it moves about the heart of it. I dou't know what's hour? the matter with me. I wish it would wake, that I

Syl. Half an hour! that will be too soce. Nin might see its eyes. If it should look gentle, and no; it must be three quarters of an hour. smile upon me, I should be glad to play with it. Ay,

Cymon. And where, my sweet Sylvia ! ay, there's something now in my breast that they Syl

. Anywhere, my sweet Cymon! told me of. It feels oddly to me; and yet I don't Cymon. In the grove, by the river there. dislike it.

Syl. And you shall take this to remezbe : AIR.CYMON.

[Gives him the nosegay enchanted by Men

wish it were a kingdom, I would give it you, ad* All amaze! Wonder, praise !

queen along with it.

Cymon. And here is one for you, too; viac > Here for ever could I gaze !

of no value to me, unless you will receive it; take A little nearer to

it, my sweet Sylvia !
What is'! I do?
Fie, for shame! I am possess'd;

[Gives her UeGanda's nakega. Something creeping in my breast

DUET.-Sylvia and Cyxox.
Shall I wake it? No, no, no!

Syl. Take this nosegay, gentle youth !
Cymon. And you, sweet maid, iake ning •

Will not let me stay ur go.

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