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apt. B. You have a charming daughter

Where the poptar trembles high, or. I thought as much. A vile wicked man!

And the bees in clusters fly, (Aside.

Whilst the herdsman on the hill apt. B. Beauty like her's might find a thousand Listens to the falling rill, urces in London; the moment she appears

Pride and cruel scorn away, e, she will turn every head.

Let us share the festive day. or. And is your honour sure her own won't

Taste our pleasures ye who may, at the same time ?


This is Nature's holiday. apt. B. She shall live in affluence, and take care Bel. Simple Nature ye who prize, pu too, Dorcas.

Life's fantastic forms despise. or. I guess your honour's meaning; but you cho. Taste our pleasures ye

who may, nistaken, sir. If I must be a trouble to the

This is Nature's holiday. child, I had rather owe my bread to her la-Capt. B. Blushing Bell

, with douncast eyes, · than her shame.

Sighs, and knows not why she sighs. (Goes into the Cottage, and shuts the door.

Tom is near her we shall know ipt. B. These women astonish me; but I won't

How he eyes herls't not so ? it up so.

Cho. Taste our pieasures ye who may,
Enter Rustic, crossing the stage.

This is Nature's holiday.

Will. He is fond, and she is shy; apt. B. A word with you, Rustic.

He would kiss her!--fie!

-oh, fe ! ist. I am in a great hurry, your honour; I am

Mind thy sickle, let her be ; g to hasten dinner.

By and by she'll follow thee. apt. B. I sha’n't keep you a minute. Take

Cho. five guineas.

Busy censors, hence! away!

This is Nature's holiday. ust. For whom, sir ?

Rust. zpt. B. For yourself. And this purse.

Now we'll quaff the nut-brown ale,

Then we'll tell the sportive tale ; ust. For whom, sir? ipt. B. For Rosina ; they say she is in distress,

AU is jest, and all is glee,

AU is youthful jollity. wants assistance.

Cho. ust. What pleasure it gives me to see you so

Taste our pleasures ye who may, itable? But why give me money, sir ?

This is Nature's holiday.

Pho. pt. B, Only to-tell Rosina there is a person

Lads and lasses, all advance, is very much interested in her happiness.

Carol blithe, and form the dance ; ust. How much you will please bis honour by

Trip it lightly while you may,

This is Nature's holiday.
! He takes mightily to Rosina, and prefers Cho.
to all the young women in the parish.

Trip it lightly while you may,
This is Nature's holiday.

(Dance. apt. B. Prefers her! Ah! you sly rogue ! ust. Your honour's a wag; but I'm sure I nt ao barm. ipt. B. Give her the money, and tell her she I never want a friend: but not a word to my

usl. All's safe, your honour. [Erit CAPTAIN

SCENE I.-The same.
VILLE.) I don't vastly like this business. At
Captain's age, this violent charity is a little du-

Enter Rustic. us. I am his honour's servant, and it's my

Rust. This purse is the plague of my life; I hate to hide nothing from him. I'll go seek bir money when it is not my own. I'll e'en put in the pur; 0, here be comes.

five guineas he gave me for myself; I don't want it, Enter BELVILLE,

and they do. They certainly must find it there. el. Well, Rustic, have you any intelligence to But I hear the cottage-door open. municate ?

(Puts the purse on the bench, and retires. ust. A vast deal, sir. Your brother begins to Enter Dorcas and Rosina, from the cottage. Dore good use of his money; he has given me these cas with a great basket on her arm, filled with guineas for myself, and this purse for Rosina. skerns of thread. el. Por Rosina! 'Tis plain he loves her. (Aside. y him exactly; but as distress renders the mind

Dor. I am just going, Rosina, to carry this thread

to the weaver's. shty, and Rosina's situation requires the utmost Ros. This basket is too heavy for you; pray, let cacy, contrive to execute your commission in , a manner, tbat she may not even suspect from

me carry it.

(Sets the basket on the bench.

Dor. No, no. uce the money comes.


Ros. If you love me, only take half ; this evening, ust. I understand your honour. eh Have you gained any intelligence in respect part of the skeins out of the basket.] There, be angry

or to-morrow morning, I will carry the rest. (Takes Losina ?

with me if you please. lust. I endeavoured to get all I could from the woman's grand-daughter ; but all she knew was, beware of men.

Dor. No, my sweet lamb, I am not angry; but she was no kin to Dorcas, and that she had a good bringing-up; but here come the reapers.

Ros. Have you any doubts of my conduct, Dorcas ?

Dor. Indeed I have not, love; and, yet, I am Captain Belville, followed by the Reapers. uneasy. FINALE

Enter Captain Belville, unperceived. By this fountain's florc'ry side,

Go back to the reapers, whilst I carry this thread. Drest in nature's blooming pride,

Ros. I'll go this moment.

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Dor. But as I walk but slow, and 'tis a good way, Pha. I'm ready to choke , bet
you may chance to be at home, before me ; so take not speak first, an' I die feit
the key

WILLIAM sings tirozing bisa
Ror. I will

catching it Capt

. B. [Aside, Rosina to be at home before Will Her eyes are as Heck as the seaside
Dorcas! How lucky! I'll slip into the house, and
wait her coming, if tas till midnight. (Esit.

Her face like the blossoms i les
Dor. Let nobody go into the house.

Phæ. I can't bear it no longer; you
Ror. I'll take care.

ful, parfidious—but it's no matter. Izt
Dor. But first I'll double lock the door. (Locks what I could see in you Harry lovas szal
the door, and going to take up the basket, sees the a thousand times more handsomer.
puru.) Good lacki What is here? A purse, as I

[Sing, webbingen live!

Of all the gay swrestlers that sporta
Ros. How!

Young Harry's the lad for me
Dor. Come, and see; 'tis a purse, indeed.
Ros. Heavens! 'tis full of gold.

Will. He's yonder a reaping: shad Isle
Dor. We must put up a bill at the church-gate,
and restore it to the owner. The best way is to Phe. My grandmother leads me the less
carry the money to his honour, and get him to keep and it's all along of you
it till the owner is found. You shall go with it, love. Will. Well, then she'll be better tempis
Ror. Pray excuse me, I always blush so.

Pha. I did not valae ber selling salsts Dor. "Tis nothing but childishness: but his honour thing, when I thought as how yon sere trees will like your bashfulness better than too much Wil Wasn't I true to you! Look in courage.

(Erit. and say that.
Rox. I cannot support his presence; my embar-
rasstnent-my confusion-a stronger sensation than

that of gratitude agitates my heart. Yet, hope, in When bidden to the sake or fair,
my situation, were madness.

The joy of each free herede

Till Phæbe promisd to be se,
Sweet transports, gentle wishes, go!

I loiter'd, last of all are
In vain hů charms have gain'd my heart :

If chance some fairing cangki bere
Since fortune, still to love a foe,

The riband gay, or sites,
And cruei duty, bid w part.

With eager kaste I ran tog
Ah! why does duty chain the mind,

For that is gold compariske
And part those souls which love has join'd?

My posy on her buen pledd,

Could Harry's sweeter gests esta

Her auburn locks my Tiend and Pray, William, do you know of anybody that has And flutter is the east gute. lost a purse ?

With scorn she hea7 e aplais

. I knows nothing about it.
Ros. Dorcas, however, has found one.

Nor can sy stie prosess :
Will, So much the better for she.

Her heart prefers a richer train,
Ros. You will oblige me very much, if you will

And gold, clas! kas banisa's las. (Ging carry it to Mr. Belville, and beg him to keep it till Will. [Returns.] Let's part friendly, borsomere. the owner is found.

Bye, Phæbe: I shall always wish yos
Will. Since you desire it, I'll go : it sha'n't be Phư. Bye, William.
the lighter for my carrying.

Will. My heart begins to melt a little. (Jade
Ros. That I am sure of, William. (Exit. I loved you very well once, Phebe: but you at
Enter PHOBE.

grown so cross, and have such vagariei.

Pha. I'm sure I never had no vagaries via Toe Phæ. There's William ; but I'll pretend not to William. But go; mayhap Kate may be on see him.

Wil. And who cares for she? I never selbst AIR.-PUEBE.

anger, nor her coaxing neither, till you were the Henry cull'd the flow'ret's bloom,

Pha. O the father! I cross to you,
Marian lou'd the soft perfume,

Will. Did you not tell me, this
Had playful kiss'd, but prudence near

Whisper'd timely in her ear,

how you had done wi' me ?

Pha. One word's as good as a thousand. Dersi Simple Marian, ah! berare;

love me, William ? Touch them not, for love is there.

Will, Do I love thee? Do I love dancing on the (Throws away her nosegay. While she is siny- green better than threshing in a barn? De I been

ing, William turns, looks at her, whistles, wake, or a harvest-home?
and plays with his stick.

Phæ. Then I'll never speak to Harry again di will. That's Harry's posy; the slut likes me still. longest day I have to live.

[ Aside. Will. Píl turn my back o'the miller's said the Phæ. That's a copy of his countenance, I'm sar- first time I meet her. tin; he can no more help following me nor he can Phæ. Will you, indeed and indeed ? be hanged.

Will. Marry will l; and more por that, I'll! ( Aside.-William crosses again, singing. speak to the parson this moment: I'ra happie ору ой, inore help Pf all the fair maidens that dance on the green, Zooks! I'm happier nor a lord or a squire - maid of the mill for me.

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DUET.-Puebe and WILLIAM. could not mean to offend you. In gaudy courts, with aching hearts,

Ros. Your brother! Why then does he not imiThe great at fortune rail :

tate your virtues ? Why was he bere ? The hills may higher honours claim,

Bel. Forget this; you are safe. But tell me, But peace is in the vale.

Rosina, for the question is to me of importance, See high-born dames, in rooms of state,

have I not seen you wear this riband ? With midnight revels pale ;

Ros. Forgive me, sir; I did not mean to disturb No youth admires their fading charms,

you. I only meant to shade you from the too great

heat of the sun. For beauty's in the vale.

Bel. To what motive do I owe this tender attenAmid the shades the virgin's sighs

tion ? Add fragrance to the gale :

Ros. Ah, sir; do not the whole village love you ? So they that will may take the hill,

Bel. You tremble; why are you alarmed ?
Since love is in the vale. (Ereunt.
Enter Belvill

DUET.-BELVILLE and Rosina, 1. I tremble at the impression this lovely girl Bel. For you, my sweet maid, nay, be not afraid, sade on my heart. My cheerfulness has left I feel an affection which yet wants a name. snd I am grown insensible even to the delicious Ros. When first-but in vain--I seek to erplain, ure of making those happy who depend on my What heart but must love you ! I blush, fear, and ction.


Bel. Why thus timid, Rosina ? still safe by my side, Ere bright Rosina met my eyes,

Let me be your guardian, protector, and guide. How peaceful pass'd the joyous day!

Ros. My timid heart pants still safe by your side, In rural sports I gain'd the prize,

Be you my protector, my guardian, my guide. Each virgin listend to my lay.

Bel. Why thus timid, &c.
But now no more I touch the lyre,

Ros. My timid heart pants, &c.
No more the rustic sport can please ;
I live the slave of fond desire,

Bel. Unveil your mind to me, Rosina. The graces
Lost to myself, to mirth, and ease.

of your form, the native dignity of your mind which The tree, that in a happier hour,

breaks through the lovely simplicity of your deport

ment, a thousand circumstances concur to convince Its boughs extended o'er the plain, When blasted by the lightning': power,

me you were not born a villager.

Ros. To you, sir, I can have no reserve. A pride, Nor charms the eye, nor shades the swain.

I hope an bonest one, made me wish to sigh in secret 'ce the sun rose, I have been in continual exer-over my misfortunes. >; I feel exhausted, and will try to rest a quarter

Bel. They are at an end. an hour on this bank. (Lies down on a bank. Ros. Dorcas approaches, sir; she can best relate

my melancholy story. Gleaners cross the stage ; enter Rosina.


Dor. His honour here? Good lack !
ght as thistlo-down moving, which floats on the air,
peet gratitude's debt to this cottage I bear :

Bel. Will you let me speak with you a moment autumn's rich store I bring home my part,

alone, Dorcas ?

Dor. Rosina, take this basket. he weight on my head, but gay joy on my heart.

(Erit Rosina with the basket. That do I see ? Mr. Belville asleep? I'll steal Bel. Rosina has referred me to you, Dorcas, for oftly—at this moment I may gaze on him without an account of her birth, which I have long suspected lushing. (Lays down the corn, and walks softly up to be above her present situation. him. The sun points full on this spot; let me Dor. To be sure, your honour, since the dear isten these branches together with this riband, and child gives me leave to speak, she's of as good a hade him from its beams; yes, that will do. But family as any in England. Her mother, sweet lady,

be should wake_Takes the riband from her bosom, was my bountiful old master's daughter, 'Squire nd ties the branches together. )--how my heart beats! Welford, of Lincoloshire. His estate was seiz'd for )ne look more-ah! Î have waked him.

a mortgage of not half its value, just after young (She runs to the door of the cottage. madam was married, and she ne'er got a penny of Bel. What noise was that? This riband I have her portion. een before, and on the lovely Rosina's bosom. Bel. And her father ?

(Goes towards the cottage. Dor. Was a brave gentleman, too, a colonel Ros. I will hide myself in the house. (Rosina His honour went to the Eastern Indies, to better openiny the door, sees Capt. BelviLLE, and starts his fortune, and madam would go with him. The back.) Heavens! a man in the house!

ship was lost, and they, with all the little means Capt. B. Now, love assist me!

they had, went to the bottom. Young madam Ro. (Comes out and seises Rosina; she breaks from sina was their only child; they left her at school;

him, and runs affrighted across the stage ; but when this sad news came, the mistress did not
BELVILLE follows ; Capt. BELVILLE, who care for keeping her, so the dear child has shared
comes out to pursue her, sees his brother and my poor morsel.
steals of at the other side. BELVILLE leads Bel. But her father's Dame?
Rosina back.

Dor. Martin; Colonel Martin.
Bel. Why do you fly thus, Rosina ?

Bel. I am too happy; he was the friend of my Ror. Where is he? A gentleman pursued me. father's heart; a thousand times have I heard him

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lament his fate. Rosina's virtues shall not go un- strong, though purer ardous ;-bes rewarded.

hopeDor. Yes, I know'd it would be so. Heaven never Ros. Do not, sir, eavy me the cake forsakes the good man's children.

passing my independent days with Data Bel. I have another question to ask you, Dorcas. I have found a nother's tenderness and answer me sincerely ; is her heart free?

Bel. Do you refuse me too, then, I. Dor. To be sure, she never would let any of our Dor. You, sir? You ? young men come a-near her; and yet,

Ros. My confusion, my blushesBel. Speak; I am on the rack.

Bel. Then I am happy! My life! Dor. I'm afear'd, she mopes and she pines. But Phæ. Do you speak to his bodes, W. your honour would be angry; I'm afeard the Cap- Will. No; do you speak, Pegbe tain

Phz, I am ashame: William ! Bel. Then my foreboding heart was right. (Aside. nour-William prayed me to let ta kes Enter Rustic.

pany; so he gained my good wil to save

be my grandmother consents. Rust. Help, for heaven's sake, sir! Rosina's lost; Will. If your honour would be su she is carried away

to Dorcas. Bel. Rosina!

Bel. Dorcas, you must aot reisez
Enter Captain BELVILLE.

day. I'll give William a farm Capt. B. Don't be alarmed ; let me go; I'll dy and make her a good busband

Dor. Your honour is too kind-taek.. to save her. Bel. With me, sir; I will not lose sight of you. (BELVILLE joins their hands; they were

Will. That I will, dame. Rustic hasten instantly with our reapers. Dorcas,

Will. and Pha. Thank your bor. you will be our guide. Rust. Don't be frightened, sir; the Irishmen Dorcas would not take it

Will. What must I do with the purus. have rescued her; she is just here.


Bel. I believe my brother has the best Enter two Irishmen.

Capt. B. 'Tis your's, Wilhna; 1 Irish. Dry your tears, my jewel; we have done you please. for them.

Will. Then I'll give it to the Dor. Have you sav'd her? I owe you more than who fought so bravely for Ross life. 1 Irish. Faith, good woman, you owe me nothing

Bel. You have made good as 4* at all. I'll tell your honour how it was. My com- nor sball my gratitude stop bere. rades and I were crossing the meadow, going home,

Capt. B. Allow me to retire, in wheu we saw them first; and hearing a woman cry, am worthy of your esteem, I will return I look'd up, and saw them putting her into a skitf my rights in your affection. against her will. Says I," Paddy, is not that the

Beli You must not leave us, broche clever little crater that was glaning in the field with the race of bonour; be indeed a soldier, si 2 us this morning?” “ 'Tis so, sure enough,” says he. I than my brother ; be my friend “ By St. Patrick," says I, “ there's enough of us

FINALE to rescute her.” With that we ran for the bare life, waded up to the knees, laid about us bravely with Bel. To bless, and to be bles, bem our shillelaghs, knock'd them out of the skift, and

Whate'er our rask, whates, brought her back safe; and here she comes, my On some her siste bind for sa jewel.

Who reap, like a, in the rack came Re-enter Rustic, leading Rosina, who throws herself Capt. B. Yet those who taste her besty less

The sigh malevolent repres into DORCAS's arms.

And loud the feeling besan ke Dor. I canno' speak; art thou safe ?

Which something leares for en Bel. I dread to find the criminal.

Ros. Rust. Your honour need not go far a-field, I be

How blest am 1, supremely best lieve; it must bave been some friend of the Cap

Since Beloille all his soul express tain's, for his French valet commanded the party,

And fondly clasp'd me te hers Capt. B. I confess the crime; my passion for

I now may rearhow chang'i tam Rosina hurried me out of myself.

But ne'er can I forget the day, Bel. You have dishonoured me, dishonoured the

When all to want and we are glorious profession you have embraced. But be

Soft pity taught kis soul buy,

Unfeeling Rustic, let her gles" gone; I renounce you as my brother, and renounce my ill-plac'd friendship.

The hearts you glad your Capt. B. Your indignation is just; I have of

The heao'ns such goudsen fended almost past forgiveness. Will the offer of Rust.

And blest through many • my hand repair the injury?


Full crops you'll reap is this mes ** Bel. If Rosina accepts it, I am satisfied.

And 0! when summer's joge zi

Pbæ. Ros. [ To BELVILLE.) Will you, sir, suffer—This,

And autumn yields its fraide en sir, is a second insult. "Whoever offends the object

New blessings be there yet nem of his love, is unworthy of obtaining her.

For winter'i soker kus tales Bel. This noble refusal paints your character. Cho. And O! when sunner's jogi ees" I know another, Rosina, who loves you with as





Though when in the arms of a lover,

It sometimes may happen, I know,

That, e'er all our toying is over,

We cannot help crying heigho!

In age ev'ry one a new part lakes,

I find, to my sorrow, 'tis so;

When old, you may cry till your heart aches,

But no one will mind you-heigho!
Sally. Leave me.

Dorcas. Go to. I come to make you glad,

Odzooks! what's here? this folly sets me mad.

You're grieving, and for whom ? 'tis pretty sport! ENE I.--A Village at the foot of a hill, with a For one that gets a wife at ev'ry port. cottage more advanced than the rest, on one side. Sally. Dorcas, for shame! how can you be so

base ? SALLY discovered spinning at the door. Or after this, look l'homas in the face ? AIR.-Sally.

His ship's expected

Dorcas. Tell not me. The 'Squire
My time how happy once, and gay!

As Tom is your's, you are his heart's desire.
Oh! blithe I was as blithe could be :

Then why so peevish, and so froward still ?
But now I'm sad, ah, well-a-day!

He'll make your fortune, let him have his will. For my true love is gone to sea.

The lads pursue, I strive to shun,

Were I as poor as wretch can be,
Though all their arts are lost on me
For I can never love but one,

As great as any monarch he,
And he, alas! is gone to sea,

Ere on such terms I'd mount his throne,

P'd work my fingers to the bone.
They bid me to the wake, the fair,
To dances on the neighb'ring lea;

Grant me, ye Pow'rs, (I ask not wealth,) But how can I in pleasure share,

Grant me but innocence and health,

Ah! what is grandeur link'd to vice ?
While my true love is out at sea ?

'Tis only virtue gives it price. (Exit. The flowers droop till light's return,

Dorcas. Well, go your ways. I cannot choose The pigeon mourns its absent she ;

but smile : So will I droop, so will I mourn,

Would I were young again ! alas, the while !
Till my true love comes back from sea.

But what are wishes ? wishes will not do:
Enter Dorcas.

One cannot eat one's cake and have it too.
Dorcas. What, will you never quit this idle trade!

AIR.-DORCAS. till, still in tears ? Ah! you're a foolish maid ! When I was a young one, what girl was like me! a time, have prudence, your own int'rest see ; So wanton, so airy, and brisk as a bee : Fouth lasts not always; be advis'd by me. I tattled, I rambled, I laugh'd, and where'er AIR.--DORCAS.

A fiddle was heard, to be sure I was there.
That May-day of life is for pleasure,

To all that came near I had something to say;
For singing, for dancing, and shew;

'Twas this, sir, and that, sir, but scarce ever nay; Then why will you waste such treasure

And Sundays, dress'd out in my silks and my lace, In sighing, and crying heigho!

I warrant I stood by the best in the place. Let's copy the bird in the meadows,

At twenty, I got me a husband-poor man!
By her's tune your pipe when 'tis low; Well, rest him, we all are as good as we can ;
Fly round, and coquet it as she does,

Yet he was so peevish, he'd quarrel for straws ;
And never sit crying heigho!

And jealous—though, truly, I gave him some carin.

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