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and such courage, as at the head of an army would Duke. He threatened to—[ To BERTOLDO.] Call

enable him to conquer half the world! Would I Manfrone and Lomelino hither instantly. Fly!
could once see this Rugantino!

Rug. 'Who during this speech has come sofily from Steph. (Without.) Where is the duke ?
the alcove, and now claps the Duke on the shoulder.) Duke. What new alarm?
Look up, then!

[ The Duke starts from his chair; RUGANTINO
nods to him familiarly.

Steph. Justice, justice! The prince of Milan-
Duke. Man-who art thou ?

Duke. Say on! Be quick ! Rug. Thou scest me; and can'st doubt? Well Steph. Within this hour arrived at Venice. Even - then, I am the Bravo Rugantino; Foscari's mur

now I found him in his chamber-bleeding-dying. **: derer, and the republic's most devoted slave.

Duke. Heavens! Duke. Rugantino, thou art a fearful, a detestable Steph. He murmured " A base assassin—" and inan!

espired. Near him lay your written promise; a Rug. Ave! Well, perhaps I am so; but at least bloody dagger was struck through it, and'tis certain, Andreas, that you and I stand on the Duke. That dagger-Bring it! Away! same line; for at this moment are we the two

[Erit STEPHANO. greatest men in Venice, you in your way, I in

Enter BERTOLDO. mine. (The Duke mores towards the door, RuganTino bars his passage.) Hold, friend ! not so fast! bers of Manfrone and Lomelino both are vacant.

Ber. 1.4 letter in his hand.) My lord, the chamwe must first have some conversation. Duke. Indeed! then be this the subject. Mark In vain- (A seuled packet is thrown on the stage.

Duke. What's that ?
me, misereant! Instantly confess who bribed you to

Ber. This letter was thrown into the balcony.
murder Foscari, abjure your bloody trade, quit the
republic, or I swear-

(Giving it to the Deke. Rug. Quit it? abjure-and why should I do all

Duke. Manfrone's hand? I tremble. Read, read,
this ? through fear of thee? Ho, bo ! (Laughing.1 my child.
through fear of Venice ? Ha! Rugautino fears not

Ros. (Opens it, and reads.) Lomelino lies dead at Venice; 'tis Venice that fears Rugantino! Quit my feet, and his murderer compels me to write this in the republic? Well; on one condition

his blood--I die, Andreas, and by the hand of" Duke. Name it.

(Screams, and drops the letter, which ihe Duke Rng. 'Tis a mere tridle. Give me your daughter

snatches up.
for my bride.

Enter STEPHANO and Guards.
Duke. Insolent! My daughter is already a
prince's bride. Within this hour my written pro-

Steph. Here is the dagger, and on the hilt stands

the name of
mise sent to the Prince of Milan-

Ros. (Looking at the dagger.?? 'Tis Rugantino.
Rug. Aye? Well, well; within another hour this
dagger in the prince's heart shall make your written

Duke. (Eramining the letter.] S
promise void.

Rug. (Without.] Ho, ho !

All. Hark!
Duke. Has heaven no lightnings ?

[Goes to his seat.

(Some run to the balcony, the rest remain in
Rug. Hear yet more : I've sold for ten thousand amazement.)
aucats the lives of your friends Lomelino and Man.
fronc: now give me Rosabella, and I'll break the
Duke. (Snatches up the light, and hastens to the

door.) Monster! Guards, guards !
Rug. Say you so ? Thus then.

SCENE I. - The Palace Gardens.
(Takes off his hat, and strikes out the light with

it; then steps back to the mirror, which he " Huzzas" are heard without, and shouts of " Flodo-
prishes away, and passes through the aperture.

ardo ! Flodoardo !”
Duke. Ha! miscreant. Lights ! lights, I say !

(The door opens,

Enter RosaBELLA from the palace.
Rug. (Putting his head out.) Au revoir, good Ros. He is returned! Flodoardo is returned !
father that is to be.

(Closes the mirror. Oh! joy rast utterance. But be returned against

my positive orders; I must be angry with him, very Enter BERTOLDO and Guards, with torches.

angry. But alas the day! how shall I manage to Duke. Seize him.

conceal my pleasure. See, see, he comes ! Ber. Whom, my lord? We see no one.

Enter RUGANTINO, clad in glittering armour, (The Guards search the room.

ur, from the Duke. Traitors! Have you let him pass ?

palace. Every trace of deformity is gone.
Ber. Pass ? No one has past us.

Rug. (Aside.] She's here; and oh! so lovely!
Duke. Not pass'd you ?

Alas! sweet maid! how would the roses of thy
Ber. Nor is any one here.

cheek grow pale, knew'st thou, that the man now
Duke. My brain turns round! 'Tis a fiend in approaching is the dreaded Rugantino. (He ad-
human shape.

vances, bouing.) Lady! Enter RosABELLA.

Ros. ( Aside. I Cavalier--I-you-you have been

very long absent--that isI mean-uid you receive
Ros. Dear father, what means

much picasure from your travels ?
Duke. Oh! my child-Rugantino—even now he Rug. Much; for everywhere I heard the praise
was here.

of Rosabella.
Ros. Good heavens!

Ros. Flodoardo! will you again offend me?

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Buy. Anet this boar | sball never send you and as soon as all those are arrived, she more. Lady, I come to say farewell-for ever? are in this list, (Giring e peper,] poet ça

hue Fureier! Ah! Fbioarda, and can you then surround the only entrance to the sale leare me? Can you leave my father, I meant to them discharge their muskets, and is le say!

tbat signal will I produce before you the Reg. Tar fatber!

Ragantino. Have. His friendship for you is so warm

Duke. You shall be obeyed. Bet ksze R«. I valde i begaly; but it cannot make me Rug. No questions. I must avaş; hads.

Res. (Weeping, and embracing hizjet. be Does then your happiness require so much ? ardo-perhaps-Rugantino's dagger-But

Kn. I: dues, it does! Bat one boon can make no : Heaven is just, heaven is betaal sod the basis; I bare begged for it on my knees! meet again. Away then ! Come, fauer, (I"resai

ser hand to his pr.) I have begged for it, kwake, ani my sait has been rejected.

Hunke Trying gently to dusengage her hand.) ED- SCENE 1.-4 ruined Ver thusiast

brug. Drawing her nearer to him.) Rosabella! Enter FALIERI, MEYXQ, and Gasust Ko What would you of me?

Fal. Our associates pot arrived? Ta Lapte Kag. Your heart ! my happiness!

charged us to master our forces bers, set enger Rua Floduardo! (Forces' her hand from kim.] to meet us at sunset Leare me! I eommand you leave me this instant. Gon. 'Tis a periloas kbare, that Ragasts [He knows, and retirer As the palace-gate he Mem. Perilous ! I protest. I'm glad me, and were his hand.

be executed to-night, if it's only that I mayt: Rng. Lady, farewell! We meet-Do more! into contact any more with that devil incarnat. ká Stay, od: stay, Flodoardo! I-I am thine. really believe he deals with the black grote Rug. (Ruding back.) Rosabella !

and that no mischief bappens ie Venice site RX. Thuse, and for ever!

hasing a finger in the pie! If any one dies. It He fails on dau ince, and she sinkı upon his kills them; if a house is ea fire, it's be kindes bonum.

nay, I'm morally certain, 'tra be that secasare: Enter the Ders from the palace,

the last earthquake.

Fal. Yet ac least be keeps bis mor-Lezeúd: Duke. Do my eyes deceive me?

and Manfroee are a ready no more. R. (Shreking.) My father!

Mem, Very tree, bet yet-Heges! my post ten Duke. How bas my confidence been betrayed. thousand ducats.

(He turn to leare them. Gon. Hark! Rug. Stay, noble Andreas; stay, and hear Fal. 'Tis Contarino.-Nor, friend, where's Bar Duke. Young man, what ercuse?

gantino ? Rug. Excuse! Oh! I need done for loving Ro. sabella; 'were for him to excuse himself, who had

Enter COSTASINO. seen Ansabeila, and not loved her. Andreas, I adore Con. Ered bow I left him. Flodoardo is retureel, your daughter; I demand her for my bride. and Rugan tino thinks it good to dispack his inDuke. Tou? A nerdy stranger, who

mediately. I warrant be'll soon give a good seca Ros. (Hastening to the Duke, throwing her arms of him. round his neck, and hiding her face in his bosom.] Mem. Nay, when despatching is the business, :9 Oh! be not incensed with him, dear father. do the gentleman justice, be ines no tie.

Duke. Rosabella, hast thou given this youth thy Con. Are you all invited to the duke's ma 12 heart; given it to him-irrevocably?

night? Rug. | Repeats, and presses his hand against his Fal. All! and in the most urgeat and Battes breast.) Irrevocably! Ah!

(RUSABELLA raises her head, and extends her Con. That's well! it proves we are not sestATELE hand towards RUGANTINO,

Mem. I only bope there's no triek in a tis I Duke. I am answered. Flodoardo, you see this this show of kindness should be only a tisa, 97 maid; will you deserve her?

-Mercy on me! my teeth cbatter at the Rug. Deserve her? Ask what thou wilt, and I Con, Mark me, friends; we must pax i ti?

duke's. Duke. Mark then! The murderer of Manfrone Fal. Leave his highness to me; this peziard is and Lomelino, of Foscari and the prince of Milan. quite at his service. Go, bring hun hither: alive, or dead, thou must Gon. The whole council of ten ar isvazd. give into my power the terrible banditti-king, Ru- Con. Down with them every pes. gantino.

Mem. Aye, aye : fine talkiog: Bat sem Rug. My noble lord !

sbould turn out to be * Down with warrasas?" Ros. On! no, no, do; he must not ! Too surely Con. Silence, thou white-livered wretch! this detested monster

Mem. Come, don't be so snappisk, if a Rug. Detested! Oh! silence, Rosabella ; at least Con. The stroke of midnigbt must be the allow me to hope. Wilt thou swear, Andreas, that for Gonzaga's quitting the saloon, and besessed Rugantino once in your power, nothing shall pre- seize the arsenal. vent Rosabella from being my bride ?

Fal. As soon as he bears the alarm bed she Duke. I swear it.

miral Adorno will lead his people to our miste Rug. Enough! Now mark me, duke You give Con. Oh! our success is sure, and-B405 a masque this night in the Nereid's Island ? rades approach. Be alert, friends; hasta 16

Duke. I do. All Venice is invited.
Rug. 'Tis well. Let my purpose be kept secret; distinguish our partisans,

tribute the arms and crimson scaris

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Cupid descends ; and Minerva on the other. - Pisant and Conspirators. -Scarss, swords, stols, &c. are distributed; and each drawing his

The celestial palace comes down amidst thunder jord, they kneel, and swear fidelity.

and lightniny ; Jupiter, Juno, &c. come out of

the palace, which re-ascends; Pluto and Proon. Strangers approach: Disperse, and remem. serpine rise on a burning throne; they alight, that the signal is

and the car sinks. !l. Midnight!

[Ereunt, severally. Mem. Well, Pluto's as like Ruganthe Duke and Camilla, dressed as a syren,

Con. (Stopping his mouth.] Hush! th a comb in one hand, and a looking-yluss in the

(Proserpine expresses her envy of the beauty of

the three goddesses ; she waves her sceptre, and 'ser.

a golden apple appears with this inscription, uke. What news, Camilla ?

For the fairest.She throws it before them. im. The best, your highness. Everything's They contend for it. Marine music. At this

y, the Tritons and Nereids are dressed, the gon- moment a volley of musquetry is heard. All - are waiting, and we're all impatient to be start in horror; the music stops abruptly; a

dead silence for a moment. suke. Why, Camilla, you are in high spirits. All the Guests. What was that?

am. In spirits ? In ecstasies ! My head's at this Duke. (Aside.) 'Twas the signal. sent a chaos of the most enchanting images, of Ros. (Aside to Camilla.) My heart beats ! ring but masks, coloured lamps, and musicians, Mem. (To the Duke.) Suffer me to inquire what chs, cupids, and cockle-shells.

noise reke. Delightful! And may I ask what you are (He opens the folding-doors ; the Porch appears e ?

filled with Guards. <'am. (Curtseying.) A syren, your highness. Guards. Back!

Duke. A syren! Truly, Camilla, 'twas lucky for Mem. Guards?
"sses that you were not a syren in his days; clos. The Guests. Guards ? Guards ?

his ears would not have availed him; he must Duke. Fear pothing, my friends! this precaution 'e closed his eyes too.

regards no one here; but know, before aä hour exCam. (Curtseying.) Oh! mercy! Oh! heaven! pires, you will see in this saloon-the Bravo Rut me die, but your highness makes me blush ! gantino. Duke. 'Tis the better : Nothing becomes beauty AU. How? se blushing.

(Erit. Duke. Yes ! Flodoardo has engaged Cam. So, so! Such warmth! “Nothing becomes Rug. (Without.), Give us way. 'auty like" Let me die if his highness isn't a Ros. 'Tis he, and safe ! tle smitten with me himself.

(The Guards open to the right and lefi, and RuSteph. ( Without.) Camilla Signora Camilla !

GANTINO, still as PLODOARDO, rushes in, wrapt Lam. It's Stephano; and quite tritonized, I in a large mantle. test.

Mem. Bless me! I'm afraid that
Enter STEPHANO, dressed as a triton.

Con. Be calm, signor! there is nothing to fear.

Rug. Signors, you all know my business bere. Cam. Charming, signor! charming! Well, let Answer then, Duke of Venice; have you not sworn, die-But sea-green's a most becoming colour; that Rugantino once in your power, nothing shall

then that beard's so divinely degagée, as the prevent Rosabella from being my bride ? nch have it.

Duke. I have, Steph. Very likely. But come, come! the duke Rug. Know then, he is in your power—is in mine. s for you.

Duke. Dead or living ? Cam. Stays for me? I fly, signor, I Ay! Now

Rug. He still lives. w for the Nereid's island.


AU Consp. He lives !
Rug. He still lives, signors.

Bowing. ENE III.-A Grotto. In the centre, a large Ros. (Embracing CAMILLA.) Did'st thou hear perch, with folding-doors.

that, Camilla ? the villain still lives! Not one Duke is seated under a canopy on an elerated drop of blood has stained the innocent band of Flo

doardo. irone ; FALIERI stands on the steps of it, convers. tug with him. Tvo gothic seats below the throne. I'll produce the Bravo before you, and

Kug. Innocent ? Ah! now then be prepared; -CONTARINO, MEMMO, and GONZAGA ; Laura,

Cum. Oh, heavens! not here, signor! I shall ISANI, Lords and Ladies, &c.

die of a thousand little fears, if you bring him here. on. Look, Gonzaga, how kindly the duke smiles Mem. And I shall die of ten thousand little fears. Falieri,

Rug. Fear nothing. good Camilla. Be seated, on. 'Tis plain that ne suspects nothing. Andreas. Let the rest arrange themselves behind 04. Now, Memino, what are become of your the duke-Rugantino's coming.

[The Duke seats himself; ROSABELLA on one Tem. Fears? I feel so buld, so desperate, that side leuning on CAMILLA; the Conspirators uite long for midnight.

are on the other. (Laughing.) Oh, brave Memmo! (Music.) Rug. (.Advancing towards the porch.) Rugantino! the masque is beginning. Look! Pan and the [A pause-he retires still further back.) Rugantino! an deities are arriving in honour of the birth- Ros. I tremble, lest of Thetis.

Rug. (Within the porch, but still in sight, though his (4 procession enteri, Pan dancing, Satyrs and back is turned to the spectators.) Rugantino! I say.

Hamadryads; Diana with her nymphs; Mars Ros. (Rushing towards him.] Ob! venture not,
in au chariot; warriors; Bacchus seated on a Flodoardo.
son; bacchanals. On one ndo, Venue with (At the moment she laye her hand on his arm, he




termes bisesi ees kelnes, es pot cleard after then] Geard tbex sa I.

to haos, ens zit the couriesrce of the Breze. For orders. R: 3. He, bo.

Drake. What means ROSABELLA fame e ais feet, ANDREAS SE Rug. It means, that this nigbt your foss kis csis. Al sitet e cry of surprise constitution of Venice sere doomed to ..

and trta Reg. Now thes me risbed to see the Bravo Ca. Xoble Andreas, bebere potRagass.co? Here be stands, and is come so claim Rzg. Silence! I know your baie. his bride.

oficers of justice by my orders bare en Cm. Without there! guaris!

the gentry with the crimson scará. De Rug. (Presenting a Final That word again, and doubt you my truth?. Mark thea: is you never speak at ther!

| Conspirators The first who acids: Ros. Ressering. Dreaiful illusion ! Metboogbt sbail be freely pardoned! I swear 4, 1:33 -Fiodoario

Rug. Tilusion ? Roster.a 'twas none; your be- Hem. (Falling at the Duke
lored F.xcoarda add the Bravo Rugantino are the Rugantino has told you true.
same; in ce pro tebold both.

Kug. Live!
Ror. 'Tis false, 'tis false! Findoardo's actions Mem. So I will as long as I can.
were good and

glorious as a demi-god's. Fodoardo Consp. 'Tis false, 'tis false!
and thou-Wretch. =bim cany a bleeding gbost Rug. False? Then bear me, and besten!
has long since ac 251 at the throne of heaven, frone and Lomelino, the dake's fressar
dare Lof thoa to prutade the base of Flodoardo. [The doors fly open ; Maxprone Luca
'Tis faise, 'tis false

pear.] Away with them! Rug. Then mark, asd be escribed. (He turns [ The Duke embraces MANFRONE SÅ L.13 arzy, and is a neat appears wa FLODOARDO'S Ros, Joy! joy! Camilla, joy! Rage 5 countenance and the Bree's RIELİ Look on me then a murderer. Alas: and yet Foscari's sennow, Rosabella; Foo see we czasged; but change Rug. Fear nothing, my lore. Coance # 3 as I may, of one thing be assured, I am the man the cave, where Foscari lay robbed and whom you loved as Flodoardo. Rosabella, dost by banditti, and before the Federable man essa thou love me still?

I swore to revenge his murder: traced wat be Ro. (Throwing herself om Camilla's bosom.) Man, lains, in whose society I receired same Les 23 man! Now God forgive you for torturing me so conspiracy: I wade ey pisas for deleating cruelly.

known to Lomelino, wbo assisted me in my desig? Duke. Guards, seize him! To the scaffold! he taught me a private entrance to the Dut

Rug. What? Have I not kept my promise ? chamber, and persuaded Mantrone to share bus.
Duke of Venice, will you not keep your oath ? cealment, until it became seedful that the 3%

Duke. It was given to the virtuoas Flodoardo; should be believed.
with the murderer P.agantino I made no compact. Duke. But the prince of Milan's murder
Speak, senators; ought I to keep an oath so made ? Rug. Was imaginary. Stepbano mus III
Senators. No, no! to the scaffold!

cret, and acted by my orders.
Mem. Aye, to the scaffold !

Duke. And the prince of Milan bisses
Rug. Is it so then ? and will no one intercede ? Rug. ( Throwing off his Bravo'z tabu, and
Signor Contarino! one word in my favour ing splendidly dressed with several 33 -
Con. Away! address not thyself to me.

hold him!
Rug. Good Signor Memmo, plead for me. You Duke. Amazement!
know me well, and

Ros. You? you the prince of Vian!
Mem. I? I know nothing at all about you. I Prince. Even so. The perfidy of oder einen
never saw you before-never heard of you—and woman had made me distrust the wize ses
hope pever to see or hear of you again.

swore never to unite my fate but o bere Rug. What? and does no one pity the wretched be constant to me under every artists Rugantino? No one? Are all silent ?-all? My bella has stood the trial; and I now..53 fate then is decided. To the scaffold! (Going. as Milan's future mistress the Brave's is

Ros. [ Springing forward, and falling at the Duke's Ros. Oh, happy, happy Rosabella feet, who is crossing to the Conspirators.) Mercy, Duke. How bright a sunshine za mercy! Pardon him-pardon-Rugantino. stormy. Forth, forth, my son ! L*62*

Rug. Say'st thou so ? Ha, an angel pleads for torches show Venice ber preserver! l«:2 Rugantino in his last moments.

voices join in the exulting shout, b. Ros. He is a sinner, but leave him to the justice the Bravo!-Happy is the Bravo's hos of heaven! He is a sinner, but Rosabella adores All. Huzza! him still !

[ The folding-doors open the best Duke. (Repulsing her.] Away, unworthy girl ! lighted by the moonNeptun he dies.

enter-then Nereids and Tritons, Rug. And can you look on with dry eyes, while among them--then CAMILLA 8,8 that innocent dove bleeds at your feet ? Go, bar. females as Syrens. -Lesi e se barian, you never loved her as she deserved! (Rais. senting a rock of red coral floating * ing her from the ground. Now then she is yours no sea, whose waves are in motion longer; thou art mine, Rosabella-art Rugantino's; mit of the rock is a brilliant set thou lov'st me as I would be loved; I am blessed, which sits RoSABELLA. and now to business. (The Duke returns to the hang over her, some seeming to ta throne. He places Rosabella in Camilla's arms.) Within there! (He sounds a whistle; Guards rush

their wings, others with their brown in, and surround the Conspirators; the doors arel 5

the rock forwards, which is dress by Dolphiné, spouting up water;

head of each stands a little Cupid, holding BELLA quits the machine, and receives the golden reins, with which he appears to guide apple from the Goddesses.— The Prince and the animal. The three riral Goddesses ayree ROSABELLA enter the Conch, which ascends to to give Rosabella the apple, even Proser- its for mer elevation ; the machine moves on in pine applauding the decision. The Conch sinks triumph, and as it passes along the front of the yently, till it touches the earth, when Rosa. stage, the curtain falls.





this hour, and every time with his eye fixed up to

the lattice of my window, and I had no heart to reMarquiS DE LANCY

move from it, for every time he saluted me with a DOCTOR

most respectful bow.

Lis. Was his valet with him ?

Con. No; but I saw another person in deep con-

versation with him; a strange-looking man, who Francois.

appeared like one of the faculty, for his dress very

much resembled that of my guardian's.

Lis. Who could it be ?

Con. But what most surprised me, he had a let-

ter in his hand, which he respectfully held up to me, but I could not reach it.

Lis. I know who it is : La Fleur, valet to the

Marquis, disguised as a doctor; and I have no ACT I.

doubt but, under that disguise, he will find means to introduce himself to your old guardian, and, per

haps, be brought into the very house; and if I can ENE I. -An Apartment in the Doctor's House. assist his scheme, I will; for is it not a shame, the Enter Constance, hastily, meeting LISETTE.

Doctor should dare, here in Paris, to forbid you and

your servant to stir from home; lock us up, and Con. Lisette, Lisette ! who do you think I have treat us as women are treated in Spain ? t seen ?

Con. Never mind, Lisette, don't put yourself in Lis. Your old guardian, I suppose.

a passion; for we can learn to plot and deceive, and Con. Do you think I should look thus pleasant, treat him as men are treated in Spain. it were him I meant ?

Lis. Right, madam; and to prove I am not less Lis. Who, then? our gaoler, who keeps the keys ? inclined than yourself to Spanish manners, I am as Con. What, poor Jeffrey ? Ha, ha, ha! How you much in love as you are. Ik!

Con. Not with the Marquis ? Lis. No, no; I guess who you mean: the young Lis. Do you think I don't know better where it (arquis de Lancy; and he has passed so frequently is my duty to love? I am in love with his man. nder your window, within these few days, that I Con. I wish I knew the contents of thar letter he m amazed your guardian, with all his suspicions, held out to me. as not observed him.

Lis. That you are belovec-admired; I can tell Con. He bas walked by above ten times within I every word in it; I know every sentence as well as


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