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Has left thee not, throughout thy wide do- E'er gave such bless'd sensetions, as one hour minions,

Of penitence, thongh painful-Let us henceWhereon to rest thy foot.

Far from the blood and bustle of ambition. Christina. Now, praise to Heaven !

Be it my task to watch thy rising wish, Say, but my father lives!

To smooth thy brow, find comfort for thy Lier. At your command

cares, I went; and, from a neighb’ring summit, And for thy will, obedience; still to cheer view'd

[wedg’d; The day with smiles, and lay the nightly down Where either host stood adverse, sternly Beneath thy slumbers. Reflecting, on each other's gloomy front, Christ. Oh! thou all that's left me ! Fell hate and fix'd defiance.- When at once Even in the riot, in the rage of tight, The foe mov'd on, attendant to the steps Thy guardian virtues watch'd around my head, Of their Gustavus—He, with mournful pace, When else no arm could aid ; for through my Came slow and silent; till two hapless Danes

ranks, Prick'd forth, and on his helm discharg'd their My circling troops, the fell Gustavus rush'd ;, fury:

Vengeance ! he cried, and with one eager hand Then rous’d the lion! To my wondering sight Grip'd fast my diadem-his other arm, (yet ; His stature grew twofold, before his eye High rear'd the deathful steel- -suspended All force seem'd wither'd, and his horrid For in his eye, and through his varying face, plume

Conflicting passions fought-he look’d-he Shook wild dismay around; as Heaven's

stood dread bolt

In wrath reluctant-then, with gentler voice; He shot, he pierc'd our legions; in his strength Christina, thou hast conquer'd! Go, he cried, His shouting squadron gloried, rushing on I yield thee to her virtues.

[Exeunt. Where'er he led their battle-Full five times, Hemm'd by our mightier host, the foe seem's Enter GustayUS, ANDERSON, ARNOLDUS, Silost,

(again, VARD, &c. in triumph. GUSTAVUS udvances, And swallow'd from my sight; five times and the rest range themselves on each side of Like flames they issued to the light-And

the Stage thrice

Gust. That we have conquer'd, first we bend These eyes beheld him, they beheld Gustavus

to Heaven ! Unhorsed, and by a host girt singly in;

And. And next to thee! And thrice he broke through all.

AU. To thee, to thee, Gustavus ! Christina. My blood runs chill.

Gust. No, matchless men! my brothers of Laer. With such a strenuous, such a la

the war! bour'd conflict,

Be it my greatest glory to have mix'd Sure never field was fought! until Gustavus

My arms with yours, and to have fought for Aloud cried, Victory! and on his spear Like to a Dalecarlian; like to you, [once High rear'd'th' imperial diadem of Denmark; The sires of honour, of a new born fame. Then slack'd the battle ; then recoil'd our host; To be transmitted, from your great memorial, His, echoed, Victory! and now would know To climes unknown, to age succeeding age, No bounds; rout follow'd, and the jace of Till time shall verge upon eternity, She heeds me not.

[fight- And patriots be no moreChristina. Oh, ill-starr'd royalty !

Arn. Behold, my lord, My father ! cruel, dear, unhappy father!

The Danish prisoners, and the traitor PeterSummon'd so sudden! fearful, fearful thought! Attend their fate.


Gust. Send home the Danes with honour, Enter CHRISTIERN, flying, without his helmet,' And let them better learn, from our example, in disorder, his Sword broke, and his garments To treat whom next they conquer with hubloody; he throws away his Sword.

manity. Christ. Give us new arms of proof-fresh And. But then, for Peterson ? horses-quick!

Gust. His crimes are great; A watch without there-Set a standard up A single death were a reward for treason; To guide our scatter'd powers! Haste, my Let him still languish- let him be exiled, friends, haste!

[stream, No more to see the land of liberty, We must be gone --Oh for some cooling The hills of Sweden, nor the native fields To slake a monarch's thirst!

Of known, endear'd Idea. Laer. A post, my liege,

And. Royal Sir, A second post from Denmark, says

This is to pardon, to encourage villains; Christ. All's lost.

And hourly to expose that sacred life, Is it not so ? Be gone,

Where all our safety centres. Give me moment's solitude-Thought, Gust. Fear them not. Where wouldst thou lead ?

(thought, The fence of virtue is a chief's best caution ; Christina. He sees me not-Alas, alas my And the firm surety of my people's hearts father!

Is all the guard that e'er shall wait Gustavus. Oh, what a war there lives within his eye! I am a soldier from my youth; Where greatness struggles to survive itself. Trust me, my friend, I tremble to approach

him; yet I fain Except in such a cause as this day's quarrel, Would bring peace to him—-Don't you know I would not shed a single wretch's blood, me, Sir ?

For the world's empire ! Christ. My child !

Arn. O exalted Sweden !

[deserv'd Christina. I am.

Bless'd people! Heaven! wherein have we Christ. Curse me, then! curse me! join A man like this to rule us ?

with Heaven, and earth, And hell, to curse!

Enter ARVIDA, leading in CHRISTINA -he runs Christina. Patience and peace

to GUSTAVUS. Possess thy mind! Not all thy pride of empire ! Gust. My Arvida!



Aro. My king! O bail! Thús let me pay my To see my king and his Christina happy. homage.

(Kneels. Turn, thou belov'd, thou honour'd next to Christina. Renown'd Gustavus! Mightiest

among men!

And to thy arms receive a penitent,
If such a wretch, the captive of thy arms, Who never more shall wrong thee.
Trembling and awed in thy superior presence, Gust. 0 Arvida!
May find the grace, that every other finds, Friend! Friend !

[Embraces him. (For thou art said to be of wondrous good- Aro. Thy heart beats comfort to me! in this ness!)


breast, Then hear, and oh, excuse a foe's presump: Let thy, Arvida, let thy friend, survive. While low, thus low, you see a suppliant child Oh, strip his once lov'd image of its frailties, Now pleading for a father; for a dear, And strip it too of every fonder thought, Much lov'd, if cruel, yet unhappy father. That may give thee aftliction-Do, Gustavus; If he with circling nations could not stand It is my last request; for Heaven and thou Against thee single; singly, what can he Art all the care, and business of Arvida. When thou art fenc'd with nations ?

[Dies. Gust. Ha! that posture !

Gust. Wouldst thou too leave me? Oh, rise surpris'd, my eye perceiv'd it not. Not if the heart, the arms, of thy Gustavus, I've much to say, but that my tongue, my Have force to hold thee. thoughts

Christina. () delightful notes ! Are troubled; warr'd on by unusual passions. That I do love thee, yes, 'tis true, my lord. Twas hence thou hadst it in thy power to ask The bond of virtue, friendship’s sacred tie, Ere I could offer-Come, my friend, assist,

The lover's pains, and all the sister's fondness; Instruct me to be grateful. Ó Christina, Cone; But I have a father, I fought for freedom, not for crowns, thou fair If cruel, yet a father : They shall sit brighter on that beauteous head, Abandon'd now by every supple wretch, Whose eye might awe the monarchs of the That fed his years with flattery. I am all earth,

That's left to calm, to sooth, his troubled soul And light the world to virtue- My Arvida! To penitence, to virtue.

[Exit. Arv. I read thy soul, I see the generous

(Gustavus looks after CHRISTINA, then conflict,

turns and looks on ARVIDA :-ANDERAnd come to fix, not trouble, thy repose.

SON, ARNOLDUS, &c. advance. Could you but know with what an eager haste Gust. Come, come, my brothers all! Yes, I I sprang to execute thy late commands;

will strive To shield this lovely object of thy cares,

To be the sum of every title to ye, And give her thus, all beauteous, to thy eyes! And you shall be my sire, my friend reviv'd, For I've no bliss but thine, have lost the form My sister, mother, all that's kind and dear; Of every wish that's foreign to thy happiness. For so Gustavus holds ye. Oh, I will Gust. Alas! your cheek is pale-you bleed, of private passions all my soul divest, my brother!

And take my dearer country to my breast. Art. I do indeed to death.

To public good transfer each fond desire, Gust. You have undone me: (Arvida ? And clasp my Sweden, with a lover's fire. Rash, headstrong man !-Oh, was this well, Well pleas'd, the weight of all her burdens Aro. Pardon, Gustavus ! mine's the common lot,

Dispense all pleasure, but engross all care. The fate of thousands fallen this day in battle. Still quick to find, to feel, my people's woes, I had resolv'd on life, to see you bless'd;

And wake, that millions may enjoy repose.






REMARKS. IT has been observed that no man took less pains with his compositions than Goldsmith, and yet produced so power. ful an effect: a happy originality distinguishes all his writings. Nature and Genius preside over the comedy before us, which restored to the stage, wit, gaiety, incident, and character, in the place of that over-dose of sentimentality and affectation which so long prevailed.

“ The language throughout is easy and characteristical; the manners of the times are slightly, but faithfully, represented; the satire is not ostentatiously displayed, but involved in the business of the play; and the suspense of the aulience is artfully kept up to the last."-Davies.

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| home. In my time, the follies of the town

crept slowly among us, but now they travel SCENE I.-A Chamber in an old-fashioned faster than a stage-coach. Its fopperies come House.

down, not only as inside passengers, but in the Enter HARDCASTLE and Mrs. HARDCASTLE.

very basket.

Mrs. H. Ay, your times were fine times inMrs. A. I vow, Mr. Hardcastle, you're very deed; you have been telling us of them for particular. Is there a creature in the whole many a long year. Here we live in an old country, but ourselves, that does not take a rumbling mansion, that looks for all the world trip to town now and then to rub off the rust a like an inn, but that we never see company. little? There's the two Miss Hoggs, and our Our best visitors are old Mrs. Oddfish, the neighbour, Mrs. Grigsby, go to take a month's curate's wife, and little Cripplegate, the same polishing every winter.

dancing-master; and all our entertainment Hard. Ay, and bring back vanity and affec- your old stories of Prince Eugene and the tation to last them the whole year. I wonder Duke of Marlborough. I hate such oldwhy London cannot keep its own fools at fashioned trumpery.

Hard, And I love it. I love every thing ! Mrs. H. Pray, my dear, disappoint them for that's old; old friends, old times, old manners, i one night at least. vid books, old wine; and I believe, Dorothy, Tony. As for disappointing them, I should [Taking her hand.) you'll own I have been not so much mind: but I can't abide to disappreity fond of an old wife.

point myself. Mrs. H. Lord, Mr. Hardcastle, you're for Mrs. H. [Detaining him.) You sha'n't go. ever at your Dorothys and your old wives. Tony. I will, I tell you. You may be a Darby, but I'll be no Joan, I Mrs. H. I say, you sha'n't. promise you. I'm not so old as you'd make me Tony. We'll see which is strongest, you or I. by more than one good year. Add twenty to

(Ereunt. twenty, and make money of that.

Hard. Ay, there goes a pair that only spoil Hard. Let me see; twenty added to twenty each other. But is not the whole age in a commakes just fifty and seven

bination to drive sense and discretion out of Mrs. H. It's false, Mr. Hardcastle: I was doors? There's my pretty darling Kate; the but twenty when I was brought to bed of Tony, fashions of the times have almost infected her that I had by Mr. Lumpkin, my first husband; too. By living a year or two in town, she is as and he's not come to years of discretion yet. food of gauze and French frippery, as the best

Hurd. Nor ever will, I dare answer for him. of them.
Ay, you have taught him finely.
Mrs. H. No matter ; Tony Lumpkin has a

Enter Miss HARDCASTLE. good fortune. My son is not to live by his Hard. Blessings on my pretty innocence! learning. I don't think a boy wants much Dressed out as usual, my kate. Goodness! learning to spend fifteen hundred a year. what a quantity of superfluous silk hast thou

Hard. Learning, quotha! a mere composi- got about thee, girl! I could never teach the tion of tricks and mischief.

tools of this age, that the indigent world could Mrs. H. Humour, my dear; nothing but hu- be clothed out of the trimmings of the vain. mour. Come, Mr. Hardcastle, you must allow

Miss H. You know our agreement, Sir. the boy a little humour.

You allow me the morning to receive and pay Hard. I'd sooner allow him a horsepond.visits, and to dress in my own manner; and in If burning the footman's shoes, frighting the the evening, I put on my housewife's dress to maids, worrying the kittens, be humour, he please you. has it. It was but yesterday he fastened my

Hard. Well, remember I insist on the terms wig to the back of my chair, and when I went of our agreement: and by the by, I believe I to make a bow, I popp'd my bald head into shall have occasion to try your obedience this Mrs. Frizzle's face.

very evening. Mrs. H. And am I to blame? The poor boy Miss H. I protest, Sir, I don't comprehend was always too sickly to do any good. A your meaning. school would be his death. When he comes Hard. Then to be plain with you, Kate, I ex. to be a little stronger, who knows what a year pect the young gentleman I have chosen to be or two's Latin may do for him?

your husband from town this very day. I have Hard. Latin for him! a cat and a fiddle. his father's letter, in which he intorms me his No, no, the alehouse and the stable are the son is set out, and that he intends to follow only schools he'll ever go to.

himself shortly after. Mrs. H. Well, we must not snub the poor

Miss H. Indeed! I wish I had known someboy now; for I believe we sha'n't have him thing of this before. Bless me, how shall I belong among us. Any body that looks in his have ? It's a thousand to one I sha'n't like him ; face may see he's consumptive.

our meeting will be so formal, and so like a Hard. Ay, if growing too fat be one of the thing of business, that I shall find no room for symptoms.

friendship or esteem. Mrs. 11. He coughs sometimes.

Hard. Depend upon it, child, I'll never conHard. Yes, when his liquor goes the wrong have pitched upon, is the son of my old friend;

trol your choice; but Mr. Marlow, whom I way. Mrs. H. I'm actually afraid of his lungs.

Sir Charles Marlow, of whom you have heard Hurd. And truly, so am I ; for he sometimes me talk so often. The young gentleman has whoops like a speaking-trumpet-[Tony hal- beer bred a scholar, and is designed for an emlooing behind the scenes.)-0 there he goes-A ployment in the service of his country. I am very consumptive figure, truly:

told he's a man of excellent understanding.

Miss A. Is he?
Enter Tony, crossing the stage.

Hard. Very generous.

Miss H. I believe I shall like him. Mrs. H. Tony, where are you going, my Hurd. Young and brave. charmer? Wont you give papa and I a little Miss H. I'm sure I shall like him. of your company, lovee ?

Hard. And very handsome. Tony. I'm in haste, mother, I can't stay. Miss H. My dear papa, say no more; [KissMrs. H. You sha'n't venture out this raw ing his hand.] he's mine, i'll have him. evening, my dear; you look most shockingly. Hard. And, to crown all, Kate, he's one of

Tony. I can't stay, I tell you. The Three the most bashful and reserved young fellows Pigeons expect me down every moment. in the world. There's some fun going forward.

Miss H. Eh! you have frozen me to death Hard. Ay; the alehouse, the old place: I again. That word reserved has undone all the thought so.

rest of his accomplishments. A reserved lover, Mrs. R. A low, paltry set of fellows. it is said, always makes a suspicious husband. Tony. Not so low, neither. There's Dick Hard. On the contrary, modesty seldom re. Muggins the exciseman, Jack Slang the horse- sides in a breast that is not enriched with podoctor, little Aminidab that grinds the music-bler virtues. It was the very feature in his box, and Tom Twist that spins the pewter plat- character that first struck me. ter.

Miss H. He must have more striking fea

a song

tures to catch me, I promise you. However, if | but constant, I make no doubt to be too hard he be so young, so handsome, and so every for her at last. However, I let her suppose thing, as you mention, I believe he'll do still. that I am in love with her son, and she never I think I'll have him.

opce dreams that my affections are fixed upon Hard. Ay, Kate, but there is still an obstacle. another. It's more than an even wager he may not have Miss H. My good brother holds out stoutly. you.

I could almost love him for hating you so. Miss H. My dear papa, why will you morti- Miss N. It is a good natured creature at fy one so ?-Well, if he refuses, instead of bottom, and I'm sure would wish to see me breaking my heart at his indifference, I'll only married to any body but himself. But my break my glass for its flattery; set my cap to aunt's bell rings for our afternoon's walk some newer fashion, and look out for some less round the improvements. Allon’s, courage is difficult admirer.

necessary, as our affairs are critical. Hard. Bravely resolved ! In the mean time Miss H. Would it were bed time and all I'll go prepare the servants for his reception; were well. as we seldom see company, they want as much training as a company of recruits the first day's

SCENE II.-An Alehouse Room. muster.

[Exit. Several shabby fellows, with punch and tobacco. Miss H. Lud, this news of papa's puts me

Tony at the head of the table. all in a flutter. Young, handsome; these he puts last; but I put them foremost. Sensible,

Omnes. Hurra, hurra, hurra, bravo. good natured ; I like all that. But then re

1 Fel. Now, gentlemen, silence for a song. served and sheepish; that's much against him. The squire is going to knock himself down for Yel can't be be cured of bis timidity, by being taught to be proud of his wife? Yes, and can't

Omnes. Ay, a song, a song. I–But I vow I'm disposing of the husband, I made upon this alehouse, the Three Pigeons.

Tony. Then I'll sing you, gentlemen, a song before I have secured the lover. Enter Miss Neville.

Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain, Miss H. I'm glad you're come, Neville, my

With grammar, and nonsense, and leurning ;

Good liquor, I stoutly maintain, dear. Tell me, Constance, how do I look this evening? Is there any thing whimsical about

Gires genius a better discerning.

Let them brag of their heathenish gods, me? Is it one of my well looking days, child ? am I in face to-day?

Their Lethes, their Styxes, and Stygians Miss N. Perfectly, my dear. Yet now I

Their quis, and their quæs, and their quods, look again-bless me! surely no accident has

They're all but a purcel of pigeons. happened among the canary birds or the gold

Toroddle, toroddle, toroll. fishes. Has your brother or the cat been When methodist preachers come down meddling? Or has the last novel been too

A preaching that drinking is sinful, moving ?

I'll wager the rascals a crown, Miss H. No; nothing of all this. I have been threatened-I can scarce get it out-I

They always preach best with a skinful.

But when you come down with your pence, have been threatened with a lover.

For a slice of their scurry religion, Miss N. And his name

I'll leave it to all men of sense, Miss H. Is Marlow.

But you, my good friend, ure the pigeon. Miss N. Indeed !

Toroddle, &c. Miss H. The son of Sir Charles Marlow. Miss N. As I live, the most intimate friend Then come, put the jorum ubout, of Mr. Hastings, my admirer. They are never And let us be merry and clerer; asunder. I believe you must have seen him Our hearts and our liquors are stout; when we lived in town.

Here's the Three Jolly Pigeons for ever. Miss H. Never.

Let some cry up woodcock or hare, Miss N. He's a very singular character, I Your busturds, your ducks, and your widassure you. Among women of reputation and

geons ; virtue, he is the modestest man alive; but his But of all the birds in the air, acquaintance give him a very different charac- Here's a health to the Three Jolly Pigeons. ter among creatures of another stamp: you un

Toroddle, &c. derstand me.

Miss H. An odd character indeed. I shall Omnes. Bravo, bravo. never be able to manage him. What shall I 1 Fel. The squire has got spunk in him. do? Pshaw, think no more of him; but trust 2 Fel. I loves to hear him sing, bekeays he to occurrences for success. But how goes on never gives us nothing that's low. your own affair, my dear? has my mother been 3 Fel. O, damn any thing that's low; I can't courting you for my brother Tony, as usual? bear it.

Miss N. I have just come from one of our 4 Fel. The genteel thing is the genteel thing agreeable tête-à-têtes. She has been saying a at any time, if so be that a gentleman bees in hundred tender things, and setting off her a concatenation accordingly, pretty monster as the very pink of perfection. 3 Fel. I like the maxum of it, master Mug

Miss H. And her partiality is such, that she gins. Wbat though I am obligated to dance a actually thinks him so. A fortune like yours bear, a man may be a gentleman for all that. is no small temptation. Besides, as she has May this be my poison if my bear ever dances the sole management of it, I'm not surprised but to the very genteelest of tunes ;-" Water to see her unwilling to let it go out of the fa parted," or the mipuet in Ariadne. mily.

2 Fei. What a pity it is the squire is not come Miss N. A fortune like mine, which chiefly to his own. It would be well for all the pubconsists in jewels, is no such mighty tempta- licans within ten miles round of him. tion. But at any rate, if my dear Hastings be Tony, Ecod, and so it would, master Slang.

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