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At each pop,

Serg. For both, or either.

Coun. You've free quarters too with they ; Coun. But I doubts, d’ye see,

Girls love the red coats-
Such pleaces are na' for the loikes o' me. Serg. 'Gad, and well they may.

Serg. List for a soldier first, ne'er fear the Coun. But when to fareigo wars your men
This guinea-
(rest: Fighting-a battle-

(resort, Molh. Joe, this cursed gould detest.

Serg. 'Tis the rarest sport. Art not asham'd, an honest man to 'tice?

Coun. Tell us a little about that. The king should koaw it.

Serg. I will. Coun. Who wants yowr advice?

Wife. Don't listen to him, Joe!

Coun. Do you be still.

Out upon thee, wicked locust,
Worse in country nor a plague;

What a charming thing's a battle!
Men by thee are hocust pocust

Trumpels sounding, drums a beating : Into danger and fatigue.

Crack, crick, crack, the cannons rattle ; And the justices outbear thee

Every heart with joy elating.
In thy tricks, but I don't fear thee,

With what pleasure are we spying,
No, nor those that with thee league.

From the front and from the rear,
My son has enough at home,

Round us in the smoky air, He needs not for bread to roam;

Heads, and limbs, and bullets flying ! Already his pay

Then the groans of soldiers dying:
Is twelvepence a day,

Just like sparrows, as it were,
His honest labour's fruits;
Then get thee a trudging quick,

Hundreds drop;
For 'gad, if I take a stick,

While the muskets pritule prattle. I'll make thee repent,

Kill'd and wounded
When here thee wert sent,

Lie confounded.
A drumming for recruits.

What a charming thing's a battle
(Exit into the Cottage.

But the pleasant joke of all,

Is when to close attack we fall :
Re-enter Mother, with three little Children. Like mad bulls each other butting,
Coun. Then won't you go, and let a body be!

Shooting, stabbing, maiming, cutting ;

Horse and foot, Serg. Zounds, is the woman mad ?

All go to't, Moth. Dawn't swear at me.

Kill's the word, both men and cattle; Wife. Dear Joseph, what's come o'er thee?

(you; tell me, do:

Then to plunder,

Blood and thunder,
Three babes we have, I work for theni and
You work for us, and both together earn

What a charming thing's a battle!

Moth. Call you this charming? 'Tis the What keeps them tight, and puts them out to

work of hell.

Wife. How dost thou like it, Joe?
But, if a soldiering you're bent to roam,
We all shall shortly to the parish come;. [us,

Coun. Why, pretty well.
And the church wardens, no one to befriend

Serg. But pretty well ? Will, for the next thing, to the workhouse send But mayn't 1 happen too to lose my head ?

Coun. Why need there more be said ?

(serv'd; Thee know'st at workhouse how poor folks are

Serg. Your head ?

Coun. Ay. Bill, Tom, and Susan, will be quickly starv'd.

Serg. Let me see: your head, my buckAIR.–Taking a Boy in one hand, and a Girl in

Coun. A leg or arm too? he other.

Serg. Not if you've good luck.

Coun. Good luck!
Oh, could you bear to view

Serg. The chance of war is doubtful still ;
Your little Tom and Sue

Soldiers must run the risk.
Ta'en up by cross o'erseers :

Coun. They may, that will.
And think that helpless I,

Serg. Why, how now, Joseph ? Sure you
To give them, when they cry,

mean to jest! Have nothing but my tears?

Coun. I have thought twice, and second You cannot have the heart,

thoughts are best. With them and me to part,

Show folks with beastes to our village came, For folks you know not who !

And hung at door a picture of their game; With richer friends than we,

Bears, lions, tigers, there were four or five; And prouder you may be,

And all so like, you'd swear they were alive. But none will prove so true.

A gaping at the cloth, the mop spied me; Exit with the Children. “ For twopence, friend, you may walk in," Serg. Comrade, your hand : I love a lad of

(way; soul;

But, 'gad, I was more wise, and walk'd my Your name, to enter on my muster-roll : I saw so much for nought, I would not pay. To Justice Swear'em then, to take our oath. To see a battle thus, my moind was bent; Coun. Hold, sergeant, hold, there's time But you've so well describ'd it, I'm content. enough for both.

Serg. Come, brother soldiers, let us then be If I've a moind to list, I'll list, d'ye see; Thou art a base poltroon.

(gone: But some discourse first, betwixt yow and me. Coun. That's all as one. A souldier's life

Serg. The finest life that goes;
Free quarters every where-

Ay, ay, master sergeant, I wish you good day: Coun. Ay, that we knows.

You've no need at present, I thank you, to Serg. Then, wenches !



says he;

with gun;

My stomach for battle's gone from me, I trow; Serg: Well, countryman, art off the listing When it comes back again, I'll take care you Yet wilt thou beat a march?

(pin, shall know.

Wife. Dear Joe ! come in. With cudgel or fist, as long as you list; Muth. Hang-dog, be gone, and tempt my But as for this fighting,

boy no more. Which some take delight in;

Wife. Do, sergeant, pray now. This slashing and smashing, with sword and Coun. Mother, wife, give o'er.

I see the gentleman no harm intends. On consideration,

Serg. I! Heaven forbid; but let us part like I've no inclination

friends. To be the partaker of any such fun.

We've got a bottle here of humming ale. I'll e'en stay at home in my village,

'Tis the king's health. And carry no arms but for tillage;

Coun. And that I never fail. My wounds shall be made

Lord love and bless him, he's an honest man. With the scythe or the spade,

Serg. Lads, where your music? If ever my blood should be shed.

Coun. Nay, fill up the can. A finger or so

We'll drink the royal family. Should one wound, or a toe,

Serg. So do; For such a disaster

King, queen, and all. There may be a plaster;

Coun. And Jane shall drink them too. But no plaster sticks on a head.

AIR. [Exit SERGEANT. Wife. Then wilt thou stay, Joe?

Here's a health to king George, peace and Moth. Wilt thou, boy of mine ?

glory attend him ! Coun. Wife, give's thy hand, and mother, He's merciful, pious; he's prudent and just give us thine.

Long life, and a race like biniseif, Heaven send Last night you dodg'd me to the alehouse, him, Jane;

And humble the foes to his crown in the dust I swore to be reveng'd

Chorus. Beat drums, beat amain, Wife. I see it plain.

Let the ear-piercing fife Coun. I swore to be reveng'd, and vow'd, in

To our measures give life; To list ma, to be even with thee for't ; [short,

While each British heart But kiss me, now my plaguy anger's o'er.

In the health bears a part, Wife. And I'll ne'er dodge thee to the ale

And joins the loyal strain. house more.

Wife. Here's a health to the queen; graDuet.-COUNTRYMAN and WIFE.

cious, mild, and engaging,

Accomplish'd in all that a woman Coun. From henceforth, wedded to my farm,

should own; My thoughts shall never rove on harm,

The cares of her consort with softness I to the field perchance may go,

assuaging, But it shall be to reap or sow.

Whose manners add splendour and Wife. Now blessings on thy honest heart,

grace to a throne.
Thy wife shall bear an equal part;
Work thee without doors, she within

Chorus. Beat drums, &c.
Will keep the house, and card and Moth. Here's a health to those beautiful

babes, whom the nation Coun. How foolish they, in love with strife,

Regards as a pledge from the sire it Who quit the peaceful country life;

reveres ; Wife. Where wholesome labour is the best,

Heaven shield the sweet plants from And surest guide to balmy rest!

each rude visitation, Both. That lot true happiness secures,

And rear them to fulness of virtue
And, bless'd, be prais'd, is mine and

Content beneath the humble shed,

Chorus. Beat drums, &c.
We'll toil to earn our babies bread; Serg. Here's success to his majesty's arms,
With mutual kindness bear love's yoke,

ever glorious,
And pity greater, finer folk.

And great may they be on the land (Here is introduced a dance of Light-horse men,

and the main ; Recruits, and Country Girls; after which the

As just is their cause, may they still SERGEANT comes out, with a drinking glass in

prove victorious, his hand, followed by his party, to the COUNTRY

And punish the rashness of France MAN, the Wife, and the Mother, who have

and of Spain. been looking on the dance.

Chorus. Beat drums, &c.

and years.





REMARKS. THIS barletta, remarkable principally for the occasion which produced it, was written by Isaac Jackman for Mr. John Palmer, who had then recently built and opened the Royalty Theatre, in Well Street, Goodman's-fields, for the regular drama. Continued opposition from the patentees of the royal theatres, obliged that gentleman to renounce his first intention, and this elegant theatre (though better calculated, in every respect, for the legitimate drama than the pinter theatres) has been, since that period, opened under an annual license for burletta, pantomime, &c. according to the Act 25th Geo. II.

In his dedication, the author observes, that's The worthy manager requested me to write something for him within the statute, and I thought poor Hero and Leander might be introduced to the public, without being considered . magrants or wagabones !' I did intend to souse Leander in the waves, as a part of the old romance, and to have a requiem sang over his manes; but a wicked wit told me, that such a denouement would be tragedy direct, and against the law."

At the first representation of this afterpiece, the talents of Mr. Bannister, Mr. W. Palmer, Mr. Arrowsmith, Mrs. Fox, Master Braham, &c. ensured it the highest success.

During the controversy elicited by Mr. Palmer's endeavours to obtain a patent for his theatre, it was aptly observed, that “ It is of no consequence to government, or w the million residing within the walls of London, whether the winter managers and Mr. Colman play to empty benches or overflowing audiences. If they are able, diligent, and liberal, they cannot fail of accumulating very considerable fortunes, and may bid defiance to every exertion of Mr. Palmer in the east ; let this be as it may, the public good ought first to be consulted."

An unjust and impolitic monopoly, however, preserved the ascendancy; and the public good, as on many other morc important occasions, was sacrificed to private interest.

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SCENE I.-A Harvest Scene, at sun-rise, on

the Banks of the Hellespont.
Turkish husbandmen at work, their wives em-

ployed the same time.- A perspective view of the Castle of Abydos, in Natolia, or the Lesser Asiathe Hellespont appearing to di.

ride the two countries, Enter SOLANO, SAFRINA, HERO, labouring Men

and Women, Chorus. All hail the cheerful god of day,

Parent of every human bliss ;

Who (ere he wings his heavenly


Salutes his Thetis with a kiss. Saf. See how creation smiles around;

What melody enchants the grove!
Hero. "Tis there the voice of nature's found

Responsive to the note of love.
Chorus. All hail, &c.
Sol. Well done, my lads, the morning seems

to lower;
In yonder cloud, methinks, I view a shower:
Bind up the corn, harness all the cattle,
And let the women quit their idle prattle;


Those lazy sluts are constantly a gadding; Lean. Thanks to you, gentle friends; and, 'Tis such as you, that set the fellows madding.

Sir, to you Hero. Behold Aurora, with a blushing ray Our constant prayers are ever, ever due ; And rosy fingers, spreads the infant day! May all the powers divine your labours bless, SONG.

And send you friends, if ever in distress!

Sol. What means that sigh? ah, tell me, genEre yet Aurora chase the dews,

tle youth: The lark his matin song renews ;

You seem the child of honour and of truth : And seems to chide the swains' delay, To lose so sweet a part of day.

Banish your cares, for see, the God of light

Dispels the gloom, that wrapp'd the world in See from the ground his mate arise,

night. And seems to mock our wond'ring eyes ; Lean. Stern Boreas, frowning now forsakes Still as she soars her notes decay,

the plain, Till the faint warblings die away. And smiling Nature visits us again ;

Each tree its wonted foliage re-assumes, Sol. Well, Safrina, what's the matter now? Saf. There sits, alas ! on gentle Hero's brow And new-born zephyrs breathe around per

fumes. A settled grief.

Where'er we turn to view our ravish'd eyes, Sol. Pshaw ! I know the reason : (season Luxuriant scenes of endless beauty rise. Hero's nineteen, and that, you know, 's the When females would be married, if they could.

Saf. Well, what of that ? are we not flesh
and blood ?

Transparent now, and all serene,

The gentle current flows;

While fancy draws the flatt'ring scene, When I was young, I danc'd and sung,

How fair the landscape shows!
My heart was lighter than a fly;
No care my youthful bosom stung,

But soon its transient charms decay,
At every rout, pray who but I?

When ruffling tempests blow;

The soft delusions fleet away,
At length the urchin bent his bow,

And pleasure ends in woe.
The vagrant arrow hit the mark;
But Hymen 'solv'd his skill to show,

Sol. Tell me, gentle Sir, from whence you
Cur'd poor Safrina in the dark.



Declare your sovereign, country, and your Sol. Well done, Safrina; 'foregad, we all Are ye from Natolia's rebel coast? can tell,

If that be so, 'twere better you were lost. There was a time, you bore away the beli.

[Trumpet without. [A peal of thunder ; sky appears overcast ; The chief is rous'd: behold him, great in arms;

exeunt SAFRINA and Hero. Let Hero now subdue him with her charms : Sol. Away my lads—the storm is drawing from yonder mountain's brow he saw your sails;

Dreadful he iswa bashaw of three tails. And save the produce of a fruitful year. [Music plays— See the conquering hero comes.' (A peul of thunder, accompanied with lightning: Enter ABUDAH on an elephant, attended with u Sol. Well done, my boys! The clouds are all

numerous body of guurds, armed with spears. on fire; A thunder-bolt hath struck the village spire.

Abu. What's this I see ?-a set of rascal min[A peal of thunder, lightning, ruin, &c.

iods, Sol. The hills are wrapt in stormy clouds on Hanging together like a set of onions. high,

I'll bang ye all, ay, scoundrels, before night, And feel the dread convulsion of the sky ;

If on the instant you don't quit my sight. Tempests arise, on fortune's ocean lower, Sol. Dread Sir, we have got some prisoners And rolling billows lash th' afirighted shore.

here, {Tempest rages; a Man, standing on a rock, That seem half dead already with their fear; cries out

Shipwreck'd upon our coast, we say'd their Man. A ship, a ship! 'twixt sea and wind And bere they are

[lives, she strives.

Abu. Say, have they any wives ? Sol. Fly all, ily all, and save the people's The women all are mine-yes, if twenty, lives.

Although indeed I've petticoats in plenty. SONG.

Sol. We found no female, Sir, among the crew;

Shall we discharge the men-pray, what say Alas, how chang'd the face of things;

you? (Thunder and lightning. Abu. Let them all breakfast, Hark, hark, the howling tempest sings : Each a loaf of bread, Ah, now the rebel winds she feels,

And then let every prisonerToss'd on the billows, how she reels !

Lose his head.

[PRISONERS bou. She's now a wreck, behold on high (Thunders.

Exploded thunders rend the sky;
A dread convulsion moves the shore,

Have pity, great chief,

And send us relief; And rocks the deep, unmov'd before.

We're all in a wretched condition : [The crew now appear landing-thunder and

O, spare our poor lives, lightning-music descriptive of the elemental

And we'll send you our wives; warfare-storm gradually decreasesLEANDER Accept this our humble petition. disguised.

[During this chorus ABUDAH alights. Sol. Welcome on shore, Sir, whetber friend Abu. Silence, rascals !-I find you then can or foe,


(fate. All are our brothers in this scene of woe. But, scoundrels, you shall know my word is


My sword shall treat the vultures with a feast; | Zounds! I'll souse him in a tub of pickle ; Shall lay whole realms, nay, human nature, And, as for Miss, her toby I will tickle. waste.

Drag him away. Sol. I told them, Sir, how great you were in Hero. Great chief, be not cruel, but good as power,

you're brave,

(save. That with a single puff you'd rock a tower;

Remember, the hero but conquers to That you were ten feet high-was not that

Sol. Give life to the wretched, whose right?

fate's in your hand : [land. Abu. Ten feet at least five cubits-No

"Tis humanity graces and blesses the not quite :

Lean. I sue not for mercy, I stand here unYet every inch is made of proper stuff,


[love. Though idle nature cast me in the rough.

Protected by virtue, by beauty, and

Together. Look down, O ye gods, and let SONG.

mortals now prove, Stand all aloof, ye paltry jades,

The blessings that wait upon virtue And you, ye filthy knaves of spades;

and love. How dare you look beyond those pales,

Hero. Hear me, great Sir-O spare LeanOn me, who wear three thumping tails?

der's life, Don't you all know, that at a blow,

Grant this request, and Hero is your wife. I'd send you to the shades below?

Sol. Say, will your actions with your words Begone, or else I swear, odsbobs,

accord ? I'll send you home without your knobs.

Hero. They will, indeed.
Enter HERO.

Sol. Then take her at her word.

Lean. I read my Hero's meaning in her eyes. But, Hero now her form displays,

[Aside. And strives to charm a thousand ways; Abu. It is all flummery..By Heaven, he dies. From head to foot new modes of dress, Hero. Pardon me, Sir, my love for you preHer various arts to please express :

vails, I find I'm caught within the snare, What girl can stand, a bashaw with three So I'll enjoy the am'rous fair ;


[Coaxes him. As I'm a soldier great and stout,

SONG, This girl has turn'd me inside out. [HERO and LEANDER look stedfastly at euch other.

0, Sir, be consenting, be kind, and relenting,

[away; Lean. It is, it is, my love! Ye gods, be kind ! Release these poor creatures, and send them


Do but this, and you'll find Hero. 'Tis be-I give my sorrows to the wind.

How good natur'd and kind [Aside.

I'll prove to my spousee, by night and by day. Abu. What does the fellow stare at? Speak, O, come now, sweet lover, a passion discover, you dog.

A sly little Cupid now lurks in that smile: The rascal seems as stupid as a log:

Every maid must surrender Lean. Spare your reproaches, Sir; I'm ill To such a commander, [beguile. at ease,

You've found out a way my poor heart to My life is yours, do with me as you please. See tear succeeds to tear-a passage seeks,

Behold, like Apollo, his ringlets of yellow!

Behold how, 'like' Mars, at this moment he And, bursting forth, bedews her lovely cheeks !

His breath too discloses [Aside.

(stands! Abu No grumbling, sirrah. Charmer, let's

The perfume of roses ! retire, [Takes Hero by the hand.

How plump his round cheeks, and how taper

his hands! The god of love shall fan the keen desire ; My body, blood, and soul, are all on fire.

0, come now, sweet lover, &c.

(Going Abu. A pretty soul it is !-Say, will you, Lean. Monster, avaunt !--Release the heav

Miss, enly fair,

Give your bashaw the earnest of a kiss. Or, by all the avenging powers, I swear

[Kisses him. (Seizes ABUDAH. 'Tis done! 'tis done!-you're pardon’d, rasAbu. Seize, seize the villain ; drag him to

cals--go, the block,

I give you life, my love will have it so. Or toss him headlong from the steepest rock. But if that poaching dog comes here again, No, off with his head, As I'm a sinner,

And braves my anger, as he braves the main, I'll have his knob, before I eat my dinner.

I'll whip the rebel rascal, till he's blind.Hlero. Mercy, Omercy, Sir, as you are great! Be scarce then, scoundrels, now you know my O save the youth, at least suspend his fate!

mind. Abu. Who is the vagabond ?

Lean. Why, caitiff, hear,
So shall thy savage nature shake with fear: Prisoners. Happy, happy, happy day;
Know then, ingrate, from Abydos I came;

Every heart its homage pay. Still more ; know thou, Leander is my name. (Throws off his disguise.

CHORUS—By the Turks. Now slip thy bloodhounds-'dulge the savage

Wake to harmony the voice, I stand unmov'd.


Rejoice, 'tis mercy calls, rejoice. Alu. O now the murder's out.

[During this chorus, ABUDAH mounts the Thanks to thee, prophet, thanks to thee again. elephant; he first places his foot on th: -Speak not in his behalf, you sue in vain ;

shoulder of a slave, who kneels and raises This is the squire, that braves the Hellespont, him gently, until A BUDAH vaults into the And steals at night to madam hot-upon't.


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