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RHETORICAL DIALOGUES; 
 
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 DRAMATIC SELECTIONS, 
 
 FOR THE USE OF 
 
 SCHOOLS, ACADEMIES, AND FAMILIES: ""T^^-^ 
 
 DESIGNED TO FURNISH EXERCISES, EITHER FOR 
 
 READING, RECITATION, OR EXHIBITION. 
 
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 AND BEAUTIFULLY ILLUSTRATED BY THIRTY-SIX ENGRAVINGS. 
 
 BY JOHN E. LOVELL, 
 
 FORMERLY INSTRUCTOR OF ELOCUTION IN THE MOUNT PLEASANT CLASSICAL 
 
 INSTITUTION, AMHERST, MASS.; AND AUTHOR OF " THE UNITED STATES 
 
 SPEAKER," "INTRODUCTORY ARITHMETIC," " THE YOUNG PUPIL'S 
 
 FIRST BOOK," AND " YOUNG PUPIL'S SECOND BOOK." 
 
 " The greatest enemy to natural and graceful reading, is the departure from what 
 is called 'the speaking voice' The most efficient means to correct this error, is 
 unquestionably the regular employment of well-selected dia\ogae3."—Hindmarsh. 
 
 " The art of feeling, which is best learned from the speaking of dialogues, is the 
 true art, which leads to a graceful, persuasive, and powerful oratory." 
 "To this one standard, make your just appeal. 
 Here lies the golden secret, learu to FEEL."— He^p to Eloquence. 
 
 I 
 
 NEW HAVEN: 
 PUBLISHED BY DURRIE & PECK. 
 
 1839. 
 
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 Entered, 
 According to Act of Congress, in the year 1839, 
 EY^JOHN E. LOVELL, \ 
 In the Clerk's Office of the District of Connecticut. 
 
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 HITCHCOCK & STAFFORD, PRINTERS. 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 'Tis not enough the voice be sound and clear, 
 'Tis modulation that must charm the ear. 
 The critic's sight, 'tis only grace can please, 
 No action charms us, if it have not ease. 
 
 Lloyd. 
 
 This book of Dialogues was promised to the public two or three 
 years ago. I had then prepared a considerable portion of its contents, 
 and expected, shortly, to " put it to press." The long interval which 
 has elapsed, has been checkered with important dnidi unexpected duties, 
 which, together with a desire to render the work as interesting and 
 appropriate as possible, must be my apology to those gentlemen who 
 have honored me with letters of inquiry, respecting it. My principal 
 inducement for undertaking the labor and responsibility of this com- 
 pilation, is the almost constant application to me, '•^ for pieces for exhiJ)i- 
 tions,^' from teachers, not only of this, but, indeed, of other States ; 
 and, the fact that the publishers have, — now, — before the work " is 
 through the press," numerous orders from different parts of the coun- 
 try, assures me that such a work is much needed, and, if well executed, 
 it will be well received. My experience satisfies me, that there is no 
 better medium of cultivating a beautiful and captivating style of elo- 
 cution, or a more graceful, just, and impressive action, than the em- 
 ployment of dialogues. Nor is there any species of recitation, that 
 young folks so much delight in. The ardor and enthusiasm it inspires 
 in their youthful breasts, is absolutely astonishing. The work will be 
 found to possess great variety and copiousness. I have aimed at the 
 double purpose of supplying exercises for the regular lessons of the 
 school-room, and interesting materials for occasional exhibitions. The 
 latter object has demanded selections of considerable length. Many 
 1* 
 
6 PREFACE. 
 
 of the longest pieces, however, are admissible of division, and the 
 taste of the teacher will easily determine the fit and appropriate limits. 
 I have drawn from the most popular writers, also, not only such se- 
 lections as are admirable for a bold, beautiful, and captivating spirit, 
 but others equally characterized by their racy wit, and comic humor. 
 " The true orator must understand how to excite the mirt\ as well as 
 how to command the tears of his auditors," 
 
 It will be perceived, that, by some oversight or other, one or two of 
 the selections have "slipped into the wrong pigeon holes." 
 
 To attempt to teach dancing by mere words, and especially written 
 words, all would admit to be the absurdity of absurdities. Just so is 
 it with gesture and attitude. The embellishments of this volume, it is 
 therefore hoped, will be appreciated. Next to living examples, no 
 doubt, pictures are the best. The illustrations, to which I here al- 
 lude, have been selected for both divisions of the book, with great 
 care. We all have our peculiar tastes, and, according to a trite and 
 unclassical aphorism, " what's one man's meat, is another man's poi- 
 son." — I will venture to assert, however, that these embellishments 
 will be considered very beautiful, very instructive, and admirably en- 
 graved. They were executed by W. F. Peckham, for many years my 
 pupil in the Lancasterian School, of this city, and now a distinguished 
 wood-engraver, No. 156 Fulton street, near Broadway, New York. 
 
 The book, such as it is, is submitted to the candid judgment of an 
 intelligent and impartial public. My desire has been to subserve 
 the cause of education, and especially in that department, which, if 
 wisely and sufficiently cherished, would give unimagined lustre and 
 power to the efforts of the Lawyer, the Statesman, the Orator, and the 
 Divine. 
 
 If the noble and aspiring boy, — he, who, reaching after a perfect 
 elocution and a perfect action, may, after a few fast-fled summers, be 
 destined " to rule the whirlwind, and direct the storm," in moral or 
 political affairs, shall look back to the selections here presented for his 
 study, as the source of his youthful inspiration, I shall be thankful. 
 But to arrive at this proud eminence of fame and usefulness, he must 
 labor. " Greece and Rome produced, each of ihem, but one accom- 
 plished orator." J. E. L. 
 
 New Haven, Feb. 1st, 1839. 
 
 N. B. Any suggestions for the improvement of the work, either in 
 arrangement or matter, from those teachers who may use it, will be 
 gratefully received. J- E. L. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 
 
 SELECTION PAGE 
 
 1. The Land of the Blest— Father, Child, . . . Mrs. Abdy, 13 
 
 2. The Dead Mother— Father, Child, Anonymous, 14 
 
 3. The World— First Child, Second Child, . . . Anonymous, 16 
 
 4. From Ali Pacha— Zenocles, Talathon, . . . Payne, 17 
 
 5. From the Vespers of Palermo — Eribert, Anselmo, iWr5. Ifewia?is, 18 
 
 6. Orestes, Pyrrhus, . . Philips, 20 
 
 7. Lochiel — Lochiel, Seer, Campbell, 22 
 
 8. From Catiline— Cicero, Catiline, Cethegus, Senators, 
 
 Lictors, Croly, 25 
 
 9. King, Youth, Hamet, 27 
 
 10. From Gustavus Vasa — Gustavus, Arnoldus, Officers, 
 
 Dalecarlians, Brooke, 30 
 
 11. From Douglas — LoM Randolph, Glenal von, Norval, Home, 33 
 
 12. From Halidon Hill— De Vipont, Swdnton, Gordon, Scott, 36 
 
 13. From Coriolanus — Coriolanus, Aufidius, . . . Shakspearef 38 
 
 14. From the Mutiny at the Nore — Parker, Mary, Child, Jerrold, 41 
 
 15. From Julius Caesar — Brutus, Cassius, .... Shakspeare, 45 
 
 16. From Tamerlane — Omar, Tamerlane, .... Rowe, 49 
 
 17. From Antony and Cleopatra— Antony, Ventidius, Shakspeare, 52 
 
 18. From the Peasant Boy— Alberti, Julian, Montaldi, 
 
 Stefano, Ludovico, Ambrose, Vincent, Guards, 
 
 &c,, , . Dimond, 56 
 
 19. From Damon and Pythias— Philistias, Dionysius, 
 
 Damocles, Damon, Senators, Procles, Soldiers, Shiel, 60 
 
 20. From Alasco— Alasco, Conrad, Malinski, Rienski, Shee, 65 
 
 21. From Cato— Cato, Fortius, Lucius, Juba, Marcia, Addison, 71 
 
 22. From Julius Caesar— Brutus, Cassius, .... Shakspeare^ 75 
 
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 8 CONTENTS. 
 
 SELECTION PAGE 
 
 23. From Alfred the Great— Alfred, Devon, , . . Thompson, 78 
 
 24. From Brutus— Brutus, Centurion, Valerius, Titus, 
 
 CoUatinus, Lictors, Guards, People, . . . Payne, 83 
 
 Scene Second, 86 
 
 25. From the Count of Narbonne — Count, Austin, The- 
 
 odore, Jephson, 88 
 
 26. From the Vespers of Palermo — Montalba, Procida, 
 
 Raimond, First Sicilian, Second Sicilian, Gui- 
 
 do, Sicilians, Mrs. Hemans, 94 
 
 27. From Pizarro — Alonzo, Sentinel, Rolla, . . Sheridan, 101 
 
 28. From the Lady of the Lake — King James, Roderic 
 
 Dhu, Scoti, 105 
 
 29. From Pizarro — Pizarro, Valverde, Las Casas, Al- 
 
 magro, Davillo, Gomez, Orozembo, . . . Sheridan^ 111 
 
 30. From the Benevolent Jew — Sir Stephen Bertram, 
 
 Frederick Bertram, Charles Ratcliflfe, Saun- 
 ders, Sheva, Jabal, Cumberland, 116 
 
 Scene Second, 123 
 
 Scene Third, 126 
 
 Scene Fourth, 131 
 
 31. From the Farmer's Story — Lockwood, Mary, Derby, 
 
 Rut, Bristles, Ryland, Bernard, 132 
 
 32. From the Foundling of the Forest— Count De Val- 
 
 mont. Baron Longueville, Florian, Bertrand, 
 L'Clair, Gaspard, Sanguine, Lenoir, Geraldine, 
 Rosabelle, Monica, Eugenia, Domestics, Peas- 
 ants, Diiriond, 144 
 
 Scene Second, 146 
 
 Scene Third, 149 
 
 Scene Fourth, . 149 
 
 Scene Fifth, 151 
 
 Scene Sixth, 152 
 
 Scene Seventh, 154 
 
 Scene Eighth, • 158 
 
 Scene Ninth, 161 
 
 Scene Tenth, 161 
 
 Scene Eleventh, 162 
 
 Scene Twelfth, 163 
 
 Scene Thirteenth, 165 
 
 Scene Fourteenth, 166 
 
CONTENTS. ' 9 
 SELECTION PAGE 
 
 33. From Rienzi — Rienzi, Colonna, Ursini, Savelli, 
 
 Cafarello, Fracgipani, Angelo, Camillo, At- 
 tendants, Masquers, Miss Mitford, 170 
 
 Scene Second, 175 
 
 34. From Maurice the Woodcutter — Prince Leopold, 
 
 Baron Leibheim, Count Hartenstein, Mau- 
 rice, Hans, Dominie Starkoph, GlandofF, 
 Captain Manhoof, Riegel, Boltzen, Fritz, 
 Marie, Lotta, Officers, Peasants, .... Somerset, 181 
 
 Scene Second, 186 
 
 Scene Third, 186 
 
 Scene Fourth, 190 
 
 Scene Fifth, 192 
 
 Scene Sixth, . • . . . . 193 
 
 Scene Seventh, 196 
 
 Scene Eighth, 198 
 
 Scene Ninth, . 200 
 
 Scene Tenth, 201 
 
 Scene Eleventh, 203 
 
 Scene Twelfth, 205 
 
 35. From Ion — Adrastus, Medon, Ion, Ctesiphon, Cas- 
 
 sander, Argive Youths, Cyrthes, Agenor, Talfourd, 21 1 
 
 36. From William Tell— Gesler, Sarnem, Rodolph, 
 
 Lutold, Sentinel, Tell, Verner, Erni, Melctal, 
 Furst, Michael, Theodore, Pierre, Albert, Sa- 
 voyards, Emma, Soldiers, People, .... Knowles, 217 
 
 Scene Second, 218 
 
 Scene Third, 220 
 
 Scene Fourth, 229 
 
 Scene Fifth, 232 
 
 Scene Sixth, 234 
 
 Scene Seventh, 238 
 
 Scene Eighth, 245 
 
 Scene Ninth, 249 
 
 Scene Tenth, 250 
 
10 CONTENTS. 
 
 COMIC AND AMUSING. 
 
 SELECTION PAGE 
 
 1. From Speed the Plough — Farmer Ashfield, Dame 
 
 Ashfield, 254 
 
 2. Little Red Riding Hood — Mary, Grandmother, Anonymous^ 256 
 
 3. From William Tell— Waldman, Michael, . Knowles, 258 
 
 4. From Henry Sixth — George Bevis, John Hol- 
 
 land, Cade, Dick, Smith, Others, ... Shakspeare, 260 
 
 5. From Black Eyed Susan — Admiral, William, 
 
 Witnesses, . . .... . . ... . Anonymous, 2G2 
 
 6. The Will — Swipes, Currie, Frank, Squire Drawl, Anonymous, 265 
 
 7. From the Bashful Man— Sir Thomas Friendly, 
 
 Blushington, Frank, Gyp, Evans, Nicholas, 
 
 Lady Friendly, Dinah, ....... 268 
 
 8. From Paul Pry— Tankard, Billy, Oldbutton, 
 
 Paul Pry, . . ..... . . . ... . Poole, 274 
 
 9. From the Sword— Lord Onsburg, Augustus, 
 Henrietta, Frank Raynton, William Rayn- 
 ton, Edward Dudley, Charles Dudley, Crape, Berquin, 279 
 Scene Second, 283 
 
 10. From the Doctor in spite of himself—Gregory, 
 
 Sir Jasper, Squire Robert, Harry, James, 
 
 Dorcas, Fielding, 288 
 
 Scene Second, 293 
 
 Scene Third, 295 
 
 11. From the Clandestine Marriage— Mr. Sterling, 
 
 Sir John Mel vill, . . . . , Caiman and Garrick, 299 
 
 12. From the Honey Moon— Hostess, Gluack, Balt- 
 
 hazar. Tobin, 303 
 
 13. From the Weathercock— Old Fickle, Tristram 
 
 Fickle, Briefwit, Sneer, Barber, .... Allingliam, 306 
 Scene Second, 310 
 
 14. From Education— Damper, Templeton, Mrs. 
 
 Templeton, Servant, Morton, 315 
 
 15. From the School for Scandal— Sir Peter Teazle, 
 
 Lady Teazle, Sheridan, 317 
 
 16. From Self-interest- Lovepoor, Surgeon, Stran- 
 
 ger, Hostess, Betty, Fielding, 320 
 
 17. Lady Grace, Lady Townley, . . . Cibber and Vanburgh, 323 
 
 18. From the School for Rakes— Lord Eustace, 
 
 Frampton, Centlivere, 327 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 11 
 
 SELECTION PAGE 
 
 19. From the Beaux Stratagem — Boniface, Aimwell, Farquhar, 330 
 
 20. From the Heir at Law — Lord Duberley, Doctor 
 
 Pang] OSS, . . . Colman, 332 
 
 2L From Nolens Volens— Sir Christopher, -Cluiz, . Hall, 331 
 
 22. Dramatic Dialogue — Digit, Trill, Sesquipedalia, 
 
 Drone, , . . ... . . ..... Anonymous, 341 
 
 23. From as you Like It — Duke Frederick, Le Beau, 
 
 Charles, Oliver, Orlando, Adam, Dennis, 
 ToHchstone, Rosalind, Celia, Lords, Attend- 
 ants, Shakspeare, 347 
 
 Scene Second, .351 
 
 24. From the School for Scandal— Sir Oliver, Charles, 
 
 Careless, Rowley, Moses, Sheridan, 354: 
 
 Scene Second, 358 
 
 25. From the Blind Girl — Viceroy of Peru, Don Va- 
 
 lentia, Luposo, Bonito, Frederick, Clara, Anonymous, 363 
 
 Scene Second, 364 
 
 Scene Third, 366 
 
 Scene Fourth, ............ 368 
 
 Scene Fifth, . . : 370 
 
 26. From a Cure for the Heart Ache — Vortex, Young 
 
 Rapid, Old Rapid, Bronze, Landlord, Waiter, 
 
 Servant, Miss Vortex, ; . Morton, 371 
 
 Scene Second, 378 
 
 Scene Third, ............ 382 
 
 27. From Fish out of Water — Sir George Courtley, 
 
 Alderman Gayfare, Charles Gayfare, Stew- 
 ard, Sam Savory, Footman, Ellen Courtley, 
 
 Lucy, : . . Lunn, 385 
 
 Scene Second, 402 
 
 Scene Third, 410 
 
 28. From the Fashionable Lover — Mortimer, Aubrey, 
 
 Colin, Bridgemore, Napthali, Servant, Cumberland, 413 
 Scene Second, . . . . . . . . . . . 416 
 
 Scene Third, 418 
 
 29. From the West Indian— Lady Rusport, Charlotte 
 
 Rusport, Charles Dudley, Major O'Flagh- 
 
 erty, Varland, . . . . . . ... . Cumberland, 423 
 
 Scene Second, . . . . . .......... 427 
 
 Scene Third, 432 
 
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12 CONTENTS. 
 
 SELECTION PAGE 
 
 30. From the FasMonable Lover — Lord Abberville, 
 
 Mortimer, Doctor Druid, Colin Macleod, La 
 
 Jeunesse, Jarvis, Servants, Cumberland, 435 
 
 Scene Second, 436 
 
 Scene Third, 438 
 
 Scene Fourth, 440 
 
 Scene Fifth, 443 
 
 Scene Sixth, ' . . . . 444 
 
 Scene Seventh, 445 
 
 31. From the Village Lawyer — Scout, Snarl, Mitti- 
 
 mus, Sheepface, Charles, Clerk, Constables, '- 
 
 X «&c., Mrs. Scout, Anonymous, 447 
 
 Scene Second, 449 
 
 Scene Third, 453 
 
 Scene Fourth, 455 
 
 Scene Fifth, 457 
 
 32. From Fortune's Frolic — Robin Roughhead, Snacks, 
 
 Mr. Frank, Villagers, Servant, Dolly, Mar- 
 gery, Allingham, 460 
 
 Scene Second, 462 
 
 Scene Third, 465 
 
 Scene Fourth, 468 
 
 Scene Fifth, 470 
 
 Scene Sixth, 472 
 
 Scene Seventh, 474 
 
 33. From the Rivals — Sir Anthony Absolute, Capt. 
 
 Absolute, Sir Lucius O'Trigger, Faulkland, 
 Acres, Fag, David, Errand Boy. Servants, 
 Mrs. Malaprop, Lydia Languish, Julia, Lucy, Sheridan, 476 
 
 Scene Second, . . . . . 480 
 
 Scene Third, 483 
 
 Scene Fourth, 486 
 
 Scene Fifth, 488 
 
 Scene Sixth, 493 
 
 Scene Seventh, 496 
 
 Scene Eighth, 500 
 
 Scene Ninth, 505 
 
 Scene Tenth, 506 
 
 Scene Eleventh, . 509 
 
ILLUSTRATIONS. 
 
 HENRY IV., PART I. 
 
 Hotspur. Why, that's certain ; 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, 
 to drink ; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we 
 pluck this flower, safety. 
 
 HENRY VIII. 
 
 Lord Chamberlain. The king's majesty 
 Commends his good opinion to you, and 
 Does purpose honor to you no less flowing 
 Than Marchioness of Pembroke. 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 
 
 RICHARD III. 
 
 Hastings. Come, lead me to the block — bear him my bead ; 
 They smile at me, who shortly shall be dead. 
 
 HENRY V. 
 
 Henry. O.God of battles! steel my soldiers' hearts. 
 Possess them not with fear, take from them now 
 The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers 
 Pluck their hearts from them. 
 
ILLUSTRATIONS. 
 
 PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE. 
 
 Marina* Ah me ! poor maid, 
 Born in a tempest, when my mother died, 
 This world to me, is like a lasting storm, 
 Whirring me from my friends. 
 
 HENRY IV., PART II. 
 
 Prince Henry, My heart bleeds inwardly, that my father is so 
 sick; and keeping such vile company as thou art, hath in reason taken 
 from me all ostentation of sorrow. 
 
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SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 
 
 TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. 
 
 Proteus. Wilt thou be gone 1 Sweet Valentine, adieu ! 
 Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, see'st 
 Some rare note- worthy object in thy travel. 
 
 RICHARD III. 
 
 Son of Clarence. "Why do you look on us and shake your head, 
 And call us orphans, wretches, cast-aways, 
 If that our noble father be alive 1 
 
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ILLUSTRATIONS. 
 
 
 KICIIARD II. 
 
 Duchess of York, What's the matter 1 
 Duke of York. Peace, foolish Woman. 
 
 PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE. 
 
 Pericles. Rise, prithee, rise. 
 Sit down, sit down, thou art no flatterer : 
 I thank thee for it; and high heaven forbid 
 That kinsrs should let their ears hear their faults hid ! 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 
 
 TROILUS AND CRESOIDA. 
 
 Troilus. Patience herself, what goddess e'er she be, 
 Doth lesser blanch at sufferance, than I do. 
 
 HENRY VI., PART III. 
 
 Hunter. This way, my lord ; for this way lies the game. 
 
 King Edward. Nay, this way, man j, see where the huntsmen stand. 
 
ILLUSTRATIONS. 
 
 FORTUNE S FROLIC. 
 
 Robin Roughhead, Zooks ! I believe she's going into a high strike. 
 Dolly! Dolly! 
 
 MIDSUMMER-NIGHT S DREAM. 
 
 Bottom. Tell them, that I, Pyramus, am not Pyramus, but Bottom, 
 the weaver. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 
 
 SECRETS WORTH KNOWING. 
 
 Nicholas. How sensibly he talks! why, 'tis five thousand per cent, 
 profit. I'll be bled directly. 
 
 HENRY V. 
 
 J^r^len. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in cudgels : you 
 shall be a woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but cudgels. 
 
ILLUSTRATIONS. 
 
 THE SLEEPING DRAUGHT. 
 
 Popolins. Ugh ! ugh ! I've swallowed the wrong stuff! 
 
 MODERN ANTIQUES. 
 
 CockUtop. This is a Neptune's trident, and this piece of furniture 
 from Herculaneum, the model of the Escurial. 
 
COItfIC AND AMUSING. 
 
 A NEW WAY TO PAY OLD DEBTS. 
 
 Sir Giles. Cook it any way. Prithee, leave me. 
 Greedy, Without order for the dumpling 1 
 
 THE APPRENTICE. 
 
 Dick. Give me another horse ! bind up my wounds ! 
 

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ILLUSTRATIONS. 
 
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 THE SHEPHERD OF DERWENT VALE. 
 
 Rooney. Here, take the cruslikin down to the public house beyont, 
 and get it filled wid " the medicine as before," as the doctors say. 
 
 MISS IN HER TEENS. 
 
 Tag. Go on, sir. 
 Flash. Come on, 
 Fribble. Come on, rascal. 
 Tag. Go on, sir. 
 
 
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COMIC AND AMUSING. 
 
 HE WOULD BE A SOLDIER. 
 
 Caleb. I thought I'd come to something, at last. 
 
 AS YOU LIKE IT. 
 
 Touchstone. To-morrow is the joyful day, Aubrev to 
 will we be married. J> -auurey, lo- 
 
 morrow 
 
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RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL 
 
 I.— THE LAND OF THE BLEST.— Mr5. Abdy. 
 
 FATHER — CHILD. 
 
 Child, Dear Father, I ask for my mother in vain, 
 Has she sought some far country, her health to regain, 
 Has she left our cold climate of frost and of snow, 
 For some warm sunny land, where the soft breezes blow ?" 
 
 Father, Yes, yes, gentle boy, thy loved mother has gone 
 To ^ climate where sorrow and pains are unknown ; 
 Her spirit is strengthened, her frame is at rest, 
 There is health, there is peace, in the Land of the Blest. 
 
 Child. Is that land, my dear Father, more lovely than ours, 
 Are the rivers more clear, and more blooming the flowers, 
 Does Summer shine over it all the year long, 
 Is it cheered by the glad sounds of music and song ? 
 
 Father, Yes, the flowers are despoiled not by winter or night, 
 The well-springs of life are exhaustless and bright, 
 And by exquisite voices sweet hymns are addrest 
 To the Lord who reigns over the Land of the Blest. 
 
 Child, Yet that land, to my mother, will lonely appear, 
 She shrunk from the glance of a stranger, while here ; 
 From her foreign companions, I know she will flee, 
 And sigh, dearest Father, for you and for me. 
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14 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Father* My darling, thy mother rejoices to gaze 
 On the long-severed friends of her earliest days ; 
 Her parents have there found a mansion of rest, 
 And they welcome their child to the Land of the Blest. 
 
 Child, How I long to partake of such meetings of bliss. 
 That land must be surely more happy than this ; 
 On you, my kind Father, the journey depends. 
 Let us go to my mother, her kindred, and friends. 
 
 Father. Not on me, love ; I trust I may reach that bright clime, 
 But in patience I stay till the Lord's chosen time, 
 And must strive, while awaiting his gracious behest, 
 To guide thy young steps to the Land of the Blest. 
 Thou must toil through a world full of dangers, my boy, 
 Thy peace it may blight, and thy virtue destroy ; 
 Nor wilt thou, alas ! be withheld from its snares 
 By a mother's fond counsels, a mother's fond prayers. 
 Yet fear not — the God, whose direction we crave. 
 Is mighty to strengthen, to shield, and to save ; 
 And his hand may yet lead thee, a glorified guest. 
 To the home of thy mother, the Land of the Blest. 
 
 II.— THE DEAD MOTim'R.— Anonymous. 
 
 FATHER CHILD. 
 
 Father, Touch not thy mother, boy. — Thou canst not wake 
 her. 
 
 Child. Why, Father ? She still wakens at this hour. 
 
 Father, Your mother's dead, my child. 
 
 Child. And what is dead ? 
 If she be dead, why then 'tis only sleeping. 
 For I am sure she sleeps. Come, mother, — rise. — 
 Her hand is very cold ! 
 
 Father. Her heart is cold. 
 Her limbs are bloodless ; would that mine were so ! 
 
 Child. If she would waken, she would soon be warm. 
 Why is she wrapt in this thin sheet ? If I, 
 This winter morning, were not covered better, 
 I should be cold, like her. 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 15 
 
 Father. No — not like her. 
 The fire might warm you, or thick clothes — but her— « 
 Nothing can warm again ! 
 
 Child. If I could wake her, 
 She would smile on me, as she always does, 
 And kiss me. Mother ! you have slept too long-^ 
 Her face is pale — and it would frighten me, 
 But that I know she loves me. 
 
 Father. Come, my child. 
 
 Child. Once, when I sat upon her lap, I felt 
 A beating at her side, and then she said 
 It was her heart that beat, and bade me feel 
 For my own heart, and they both beat alike, 
 Only mine was the quickest. — And I feel 
 My own heart yet — but hers~I cannot feel — 
 
 Father. Child ! child ! — you drive me mad — come hence, I 
 say. 
 
 Child. ' Nay, Father, be not angry ! let me stay here 
 Till my mother wakens. 
 
 Father. I have told you. 
 Your mother cannot wake — not in this world— 
 But in another, she will wake for us. 
 When we have slept like her, then we shall see her. 
 
 Child. Would it were night, then ! 
 
 Father. No, unhappy child ! 
 Full many a night shall pass, ere thou canst sleep 
 That last, long sleep. — Thy father soon shall sleep it ; 
 Then wilt thou be deserted upon earth : 
 None will regard thee ; thou wilt soon forget 
 That thou hadst natural ties. — 
 
 Child. Father! Father! 
 Why do you look so terribly upon me ? 
 You will not hurt me ? 
 
 Father. Hurt thee, darling 1 no ! 
 Has sorrow's violence so much of anger, 
 That it should fright my boy ? Come, dearest, come. 
 
 Child. You are not angry, then ? 
 
 Father. Too well I love you. 
 
 Child. All you have said, I cannot now remember, 
 Nor what is meant — you terrified me so. 
 But this I know, you told me — I must sleep 
 Before my mother wakens — so, to-morrow — 
 Oh Father ! that to-morrow were but come. 
 
16 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 III.— THE WORLD. 
 
 FIRST CHILD — SECOND CHILD. 
 
 First Child, How beautiful the world is ! The green earth 
 covered with flowers — the trees laden with rich blossoms — the 
 blue sky, and the bright water, and the golden sunshine. The 
 world is, indeed, beautiful, and He who made it must be beau- 
 tiful. 
 
 Second Child, It is a happy world. Hark ! how the merry 
 birds sing — and the young lambs — see ! how they gambol on 
 the hillside. Even the trees wave, and the brooks ripple in 
 gladness. Yon Eagle ! — Ah ! how joyously he soars up to 
 the glorious heavens — the bird of liberty, the bird of America. 
 
 First Child, Yes ; 
 
 " His throne is on the mountain top ; 
 
 His fields the boundless air ; 
 And hoary peaks, that proudly prop 
 
 The skies — his dwellings are. 
 
 " He rises, like a thing of light, 
 
 Amid the noontide blaze. 
 The midway sun is clear and bright — 
 
 It cannot dim his gaze." 
 
 Second Child, It is happy — I see it and hear it all about me 
 — nay, I feel it — here, in the glow, the eloquent glow of my 
 own heart. He who made it must be happy. 
 
 First Child, It is a great world. Look off to the mighty 
 ocean when the storm is upon it ; — to the huge mountain, when 
 the thunder and the lightnings play over it ; to the vast forest — 
 the interminable waste, — the sun, the moon, and the myriads 
 of fair stars, countless as the sands upon the seashore. It is a 
 great, a magnificent world, — and He who made it, — Oh ! He is 
 the perfection of all loveliness, all goodness, all greatness, all 
 gloriousness ! 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. ' 17 
 
 IV.— FROM ALI VA.CB.A.—Payne. 
 ZENOCLES, DISGUISED — TALATHON. 
 
 Talathon. Now, stranger, what would you with me ? 
 
 Zenocles. Are we by ourselves 1 
 
 Tal. Whence this naystery ? Who art thou ? 
 
 Zeno. {Discovering himself.) Zenocles. 
 
 Tal, Zenocles ! 
 
 Zeno. Anguish has worn nny features. Ten years of suf- 
 fering, work awful changes. Do you still doubt? 
 
 TaL The savior of my life — 
 
 Zeno. Now comes to save your honor. 
 
 TaL How chances this ? A Suliot chief, the ambassador 
 of Ismail ! 
 
 Zeno. That character is a stratagem ; 'twas assumed but to 
 open these gates, and enable me to converse with Talathon. 
 
 Tal. And what do you expect from Talathon ? 
 
 Zeno. Mark me ! You are not the only Greek, who, spell- 
 bound by the genius of Ali Thebelen, is become the accomplice 
 of his crimes. But a new glory awaits you — the glory of effa- 
 cing the stain which soils your name, by the destruction of 
 your country's tyrant. 
 
 Tal. Shall the chief of All's warriors betray him in ad- 
 versity ? 
 
 Zeno. Have you not already betrayed your country in ad- 
 versity, by joining Ali ? Is it only towards Greece, that her 
 sons think perjury no crime ? Oh, men ! men ! Offspring of 
 the soil which has sent arts and refinement through the earth ; 
 which has filled history with its first great examples ; which has 
 taught countries unborn, when it was greatest, to be free and 
 great — oh ! men of Greece, can ye alone crouch tamely to the 
 barbarian, and invite the yoke, while distant nations madden at 
 the story of your wrongs, and burn to vindicate your cause ? 
 Sons of heroes, start from your lethargy ! Crush the insulters 
 of the land of glory ; show the expecting world that Greece is 
 not extinct, and give some future Homer themes for a mightier 
 Iliad. 
 
 Tal. Zenocles, your voice rouses me ! I feel what I have 
 lost, and am ready to redeem it. Speak on. — What is your 
 purpose ? 
 
 Zeno. Ismail, trembling for the life of his father, now a 
 2* 
 
18 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 captive in your charge, has made me the bearer of a treaty, 
 which demands that Ibrahim be set free ; and upon this condi- 
 tion grants that Ali, with his family, may depart on the seas of 
 Epirus. But, should Ali accept the terms — 
 
 TaL What then ? 
 
 Zeno. May he not collect fresh armies to harass Greece 
 anew, when his wasting strength shall have had time to recover ? 
 And shall we stand by, and see him bear to a strange clime the 
 spoils of our country, and the life, which has derived its fame 
 only from her miseries ? No, I will await him with a chosen 
 band, upon the shore. Here in the sight of Epirus, shall the 
 spoiler's blood bathe the soil he has made desolate ! Our long- 
 humbled land shall rise up once more a nation, and heaven- 
 topped Olympus tremble with delight, as its echoes once more 
 awaken to the shouts of liberty ! 
 
 Tal. Zenocles, command me. — But stay. — Should Ali re- 
 ject the treaty, and decide to tempt, to the last, the chance of 
 battle in the citadel — 
 
 Zeno. Then, Talathon, to you, and to you only, can we 
 look. The warriors of Ali, whom you command, have more 
 than once signalized their devotion to you. You must enlist 
 them in our cause. Their dread of Ismail may make them 
 eager to earn their pardon of the foe, and their feeble attach- 
 ment to Ali will soon be lost, in the hope of sharing the spoils 
 of his overthrow. 
 
 Tal. ^ Yanina shall be avenged ! 
 
 Zeno. Exult, my countrymen, exult ! The hour is come, 
 when, like your own Ulysses, ye shall cast off the weeds of 
 slavery, and once more be masters in your homes. 
 
 [Exeunt.) 
 
 v.— FROM THE VESPERS OF PALERMO.— Mrs. Hemans. 
 
 ERIBERT ANSELMO. 
 
 Anselmo. Will you not hear me ? — Oh ! that they who need 
 Hourly forgiveness — they who do but live. 
 While mercy's voice, beyond th' eternal stars. 
 Wins the great Judge to listen, should be thus, 
 In their vain exercise of pageant power, 
 Hard and relentless ! — Gentle brother, yet, 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 19 
 
 'Tis in your choice to imitate that heaven 
 Whose noblest joy is pardon. 
 
 ErlberU 'Tis too late. 
 
 You have a soft and moving voice, which pleads 
 With eloquent melody — but they must die. 
 
 Ansel. What, die ! — for words 1 — for breath, which leaves 
 no trace 
 To sully the pure air, wherewith it blends, 
 And is, being uttered, gone ? — Why, 'twere enough 
 For such a venial fault, to be deprived 
 One little day of man's free heritage, 
 Heaven's warm and sunny light ! — Oh ! if you deem 
 That evil harbors in their souls, at least 
 Delay the stroke, till guilt, made manifest. 
 Shall bid stern justice wake. 
 
 Eri. I am not one 
 
 Of those weak spirits, that timorously keep watch 
 For fair occasions, thence to borrow hues 
 Of virtue for their deeds. My school hath been 
 Where power sits crowned and armed. And, mark me, brother ! 
 To a distrustful nature it might seem 
 Strange, that your lips thus earnestly should plead 
 For these Sicilian rebels. O'er my being 
 Suspicion holds no power. And yet take note — 
 — I have said — and they must die. 
 
 Ansel. Have you no fear ? 
 
 Eri. Of what ?— that heaven should fall ? 
 
 Ansel. No ! — but that earth 
 
 Should arm in madness. Brother ! I have seen 
 Dark eyes bent on you, e'en 'midst festal throngs. 
 With such deep hatred settled in their glance, 
 My heart hath died within me. 
 
 Eri. Am I then 
 
 To pause, and doubt, and shrink, because a boy, 
 A dream.ing boy, hath trembled at a look ? 
 
 Ansel. Oh ! looks are no illusions, when the soul, 
 Which may not speak in words, can find no way 
 But theirs, to liberty ! — Have not these men 
 Brave sons, or noble brothers ? 
 
 Et^i. Yes ! whose name 
 
 It rests with me to make a word of fear, 
 ' A sound forbidden 'midst the haunts of men. 
 
 Ansel. But not forgotten ! — Ah ! beware, beware ! 
 
20 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 — Nay, look not sternly on me. There is one 
 
 Of that devoted band, who yet will need 
 
 Years to be ripe for death. He is a youth, 
 
 A very boy, on whose unshaded cheek 
 
 The spring-time glow is lingering. 'Twas but now jhh 
 
 His mother left me, with a timid hope ^m 
 
 Just dawning in her breast ; — and I— 1 dared ' 
 
 To foster its faint spark. You smile ! — Oh ! then 
 
 He will be saved ! 
 
 -En. Nay, I but smiled to think 
 
 What a fond fool is hope ! — She may be taught 
 To deem that the great sun will change his course 
 To v/ork her pleasure ; or the tomb give back 
 Its inmates to her arms. In sooth, 'tis strange ! 
 Yet with your pitying heart, you should not thus 
 Have mocked the boy's sad mother — I have said. 
 You should not thus have mocked her ! — Now, farewell. 
 
 {Exit Eribert.) 
 
 Ansel. Oh, brother ! hard of heart ! — for deeds like these 
 There must be fearful chastening, if on high 
 Justice doth hold her state. And I must tell 
 Yon desolate mother that her fair young son 
 Is thus to perish ! — Haply the dread tale 
 May slay her too ; — for heaven is merciful. 
 — 'Twill be a bitter task ! 
 
 Yl.—PMUps. 
 ORESTES — PYRRHUS. 
 
 Orestes. Before I speak the message of the Greeks, 
 Permit me, sir, to glory in the title 
 Of their ambassador ; since I behold 
 Troy's vanquisher, and great Achilles' son. 
 Nor does the son rise short of such a father : 
 If Hector fell by him, Troy fell by you. 
 But what your father never would have done, 
 You do. You cherish the remains of Troy ; 
 And, by an ill-timed pity, keep alive 
 The dying embers of a ten-years' war. 
 Have you so soon forgot the mighty Hector ? 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 21 
 
 The Greeks remember his high-brandished sword, 
 That filled their states with widows and with orphans ; 
 For which they call for vengeance on his son. 
 Who knows what he may one day prove ? Who knows 
 But he may brave us in our ports, and, filled 
 With Hector's fury, set our fleets on blaze ? 
 You may yourself live to repent your mercy. 
 Comply, then, with the Grecians' just demand : 
 Satiate their vengeance, and preserve yourself. 
 
 Pyrrhus. The Greeks are for my safety more concerned 
 Than I desire : I thought your kings were met 
 On more important counsel. When I heard 
 The name of their ambassador, I hoped 
 Some glorious enterprise was taking birth. 
 Is Agamemnon's son despatched for this ? 
 And do the Grecian chiefs, renowned in war, 
 A race of heroes, join in close debate 
 To plot an infant's death ? What right has Greece ' 
 To ask his life ? Must I, must I alone, 
 Of all her sceptered warriors, be denied 
 To treat my captive as I please ? Know, prince, 
 When Troy lay smoking on the ground, and each 
 Proud victor shared the harvest of the war, 
 Andromache, and this her son, were mine, 
 Were mine by lot ; and who shall wrest them from me ? 
 Ulysses bore away old Priam's queen ; 
 Cassandra was your own great father's prize : 
 Did I concern myself in what they won 1 
 Did I send embassies to claim their captives ? 
 
 Or est. But, sir, we fear for you and for ourselves. 
 Troy may again revive, and a new Hector 
 Rise in Astyanax. Then think betimes — 
 
 Pyr. Let dastard souls be timorously wise ; 
 But tell them, Pyrrhus knows not how to form 
 Far-fancied ills, and dangers out of sight. 
 
 Orest. Sir, call to mind the unrivaled strength of Troy ;' 
 Her walls, her bulwarks, and her gates of brass, 
 Her kings, her heroes, and embattled armies ! 
 
 Pyr. 1 call them all to mind ; and see them all 
 Confused in dust ; all mixed in one wide ruin ; 
 All but a child, and he in bondage held. 
 What vengeance can we fear from such a Troy ? 
 If they have sworn to extinguish Hector's race, 
 
22 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Why was their vow for twelve long months deferred ? 
 
 Why was he not in Priam's bosom slain ? 
 
 He should have fallen among the slaughtered heaps 
 
 Whelmed under Troy. His death had then been just, 
 
 When age and infancy alike in vain 
 
 Pleaded their weakness ; when the heat of conquest^ 
 
 And horrors of the fight, roused all our rage, 
 
 And bUndly hurried us through scenes of death. 
 
 My fury then was without bounds : but now, 
 
 My wrath appeased, must I be cruel still, 
 
 And, deaf to all the tender calls of pity, 
 
 Like a cool murderer, bathe my hands in blood — 
 
 An infant's blood ? — 'No, prince. — Go, bid the Greeks 
 
 Mark out some other victim ; my revenge 
 
 Has had its fill. What has escaped from Troy, 
 
 Shall not be saved to perish in Epirus. 
 
 Orest. I need not tell you, sir, Astyanax 
 Was doomed to death in Troy ; nor mention how 
 The crafty mother saved her darling son : 
 The Greeks do now but urge their former sentence : 
 Nor is't the boy, but Hector, they pursue ; 
 The father draws their vengeance on the son : 
 'J'he father, who so oft in Grecian blood 
 Has drenched his sword : the father, whom the Greeks 
 May seek even here. — Prevent them, sir, in time. 
 
 Pyr, No ! let them come ; since 1 was born to wage 
 Eternal wars. Let them now turn their arms 
 On him who conquered for them : let them come, 
 And in Epirus seek another Troy. 
 'Twas thus they recompensed my godlike sire ; 
 Thus was Achilles thanked. But, prince, remember, 
 Their black ingratitude then cost them dear. 
 
 Nil.— luOCUmL.— Campbell. 
 
 LOCHIEL — SEER. ^ 
 
 [To explain the following beautiful piece, it may be necessary 
 to mention that Lochiel, a highland chieftain, while on his march to 
 join the standard of the Pretender, was met by one of the highland 
 Seers or prophets, who, having the gift of second sight or prophecy, 
 warns him to return and not incur the certain ruin which awaited the 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. , 23 
 
 unfortunate prince and his followers at the battle whi^h took place on 
 the field of Culloden.] 
 
 Seer. ( With his eyes fixed as though he holding future events.) 
 Lochiel ! Lochiel ! beware of the day 
 When the lowlands shall meet thee in battle array ! 
 For a field of the dead rushes on to my sight, 
 And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight ; 
 They rally, they bleed, for their kingdom and crown ; 
 Wo, wo, to the riders that trample them down ! 
 Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain, 
 And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain. 
 But hark ! through the fast flashing lightning of war, 
 What steed to the desert flies frantic and far ? 
 'Tis thine, O Glenullin ! whose bride shall await, 
 Like a love lighted watchfire, all night at the gate. 
 A steed comes at morning ; no rider is there ; 
 But its bridle is red with the sign of despair. 
 Weep, Scotland, to death and captivity led ! 
 O weep, but thy tears cannot number the dead ; 
 
 For a merciless sword on Culloden shall wave, 
 Culloden ! that reeks with the blood of the brave. 
 
 Lochiel. Go, preach to the coward, thou death telUng seer ! 
 
 Or if gory Culloden so dreadful appear, 
 
 Draw, dotard, around thy old wavering sight, 
 
 This mantle, to cover the phantoms of fright. 
 
 Seer. Ha ! laughest thou, Lochiel, my vision to scorn? 
 
 Proud bird of the mountain, thy plume shall be torn ! 
 
 Say, rushed the bold eagle exultingly forth. 
 
 From his home, in the dark rolling clouds of the north? 
 
 Lo ! the death-shot of foemen outspeeding, he rode 
 
 Companionless, bearing destruction abroad ; 
 
 But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! 
 
 Ah ! home let him speed, for the spoiler is nigh. 
 
 Why flames the far summit ? Why shoot to the blast 
 
 Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 
 
 'Tis the fire shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven 
 
 From his eyrie that beacons the darkness of heaven. ^ 
 
 Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might. 
 
 Whose banners arise on the battlements' height, 
 
 Heaven's fire is around thee, to blast and to burn : 
 
 Return to thy dwelling! all lonely return ! 
 
 For the blackness of ashes shall mark where it stood, 
 
 And a wild mother scream o*er her famishing brood. 
 
24 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Lochiel. False wizard, avaunt ! I have marshalled my clan — 
 Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one ! 
 They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, 
 And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. 
 Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! 
 Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock ! , 
 But wo to his kindred, and wo to his cause, 
 When Scotland her claymore indignantly draws ; 
 When her bonnetted chieftains to victory crowd, 
 Clamanald the dauntless, and Moray the proud ; 
 All plaided and plumed in their tartan array — 
 
 Seer. Lochiel ! Lochiel ! beware of the day ! 
 
 For, dark and despairing, my sight I may seal. 
 
 But man cannot cover what God would reveal. 
 
 'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore. 
 
 And coming events cast their shadows before. 
 
 I tell thee, Culloden's dread echoes shall ring 
 
 With the bloodhounds that bark for thy fugitive king. 
 
 Lo ! anointed by Heaven with the vials of wrath. 
 
 Behold where he flies on his desolate path ! 
 
 Now in darkness and billows he sweeps from my sight, 
 
 Rise ! rise ! ye wild tempests, and cover his flight ! — 
 
 'Tis finished. Their thunders are hushed on the moors, 
 
 CuUoden is lost, and my country deplores. 
 
 But where is the iron-bound prisoner ? Where ? 
 
 For the red eye of battle is shut in despair. 
 
 Say, mounts he the ocean wave, banished, forlorn, 
 
 Like a limb from his country cast bleeding and torn ? ^ 
 
 Ah, no ! for a darker departure is near, — 
 
 The war drum is muffled, and black is the bier ; 
 
 His death bell is tolling ! Oh mercy, dispel 
 
 Yon sight that it freezes my spirit to tell ! 
 
 Life flutters convulsed in his quivering limbs, 
 
 And his blood streaming nostril in agony swims. 
 
 Accursed be the faggots, that blaze at his feet, 
 
 Where his heart shall be thrown, ere it ceases to beat, 
 
 With the smoke of its ashes to poison the gale — 
 
 Lochiel, Down, soothless insulter ! I trust not the tale. 
 Though my perishing ranks should be strewed in their gore, 
 Like ocean weeds heaped on the surf-beaten shore, 
 Lochiel, untainted by flight or by chains. 
 While a kindling of life in his bosom remains, 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 25 
 
 Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, 
 
 With his back to the field, and his feet to the foe ! 
 
 And leaving in battle no blot on his name, 
 
 Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame. 
 
 VIII.— FROM CATILmE.— Cr^Zy. 
 
 CICERO CATILINE — CETHEGUS — SENATORS — LICTORS. 
 
 Cicero» Our long debate must close. Take one proof more 
 Of this rebellion. Lucius Catiline 
 Has been commanded to attend the senate. 
 He dares not come. I now demand your votes ; — 
 Is he condemned to exile ? (Catiline comes in hastily. ATI the 
 senators go over to the other side. Cicero turns to Catiline,) 
 Here I repeat the charge, to gods and men, 
 Of treasons manifold ; — that, but this day, 
 Fie has received despatches from the rebels- — 
 That he has leagued with deputies from Gaul 
 To seize the province ; nay, has levied troops, 
 And raised his rebel standard ; — that, but now 
 A meeting of conspirators was held 
 Under his roof, with mystic rites, and oaths, 
 Pledged round the body of a murdered slave. 
 To these he has no answer. 
 
 Catiline, Conscript Fathers ! 
 
 I do not rise to waste the night in words : 
 Let that plebeian talk ; 'tis not my trade ; 
 But here I stand for right. Let him show proofs, — 
 For Roman right ; though none, it seems, dare stand 
 To take their share with me. Ay, cluster there, 
 Cling to your master ; judges, Romans, — slaves! 
 His charge is false ; — I dare him to his proofs. 
 You have my answer now ! I must be gone. 
 
 Cic These, as I told you, were this evening seized 
 Within his house. You know them, Catiline ? 
 
 Cat, Know them ! What crimination's there ? What tongue 
 Lives in that helm to charge me? Cicero — 
 Go search my house, you may find twenty such ; 
 All fairly struck from brows of barbarous kings, 
 When you and yours were plotting here in Rome. 
 3 
 
26 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 I say, go search my house. And is this all ? ■,t:j&$i^i 
 
 I scorn to tell you by what chance they came. 4'^^ 
 
 Where have I levied troops — tampered with slaves — ' " 
 Bribed fool or villain, to embark his neck 
 In this rebellion ? Let my actions speak. 
 
 Cic. This is his answer ! Must I bring more proofs ? 
 Fathers, you know there lives not one of us, 
 But lives in peril of his midnight sword. 
 Lists of proscription have been handed round, 
 In which your general properties are made 
 Your murderers' hire. Bring in the prisoner. {Enter Ceihegus.) 
 Fathers ! this stain to his high name and blood, 
 Came to my house to murder me ; and came 
 Suborned by him. 
 
 Cat, (Scornfully.) Cethegus ! 
 Did you say this ? 
 
 Ceth. Not I. I went to kill 
 A prating, proud plebeian, whom those fools 
 Palmed on the consulship. 
 
 Cic. And sent by whom ? 
 
 Ceth. By none. By nothing, but my zeal to purge 
 The senate of yourself, most learned Cicero! 
 
 Cic. Fathers of Rome ! If man can be convinced 
 By proof, as clear as daylight, there it stands ! {Pointing to the 
 
 prisoner.) 
 This man has been arrested at the gates, 
 Bearing despatches to raise war in Gaul. 
 Look on these letters ! Here's a deep laid plot 
 To wreck the province : a solemn league 
 Made with all form and circumstance. The time 
 Is desperate, — all the slaves are up : — Rome shakes ! 
 The heavens alone can tell how near our graves 
 We stand even here ! — the name of Catiline 
 Is foremost in the league. He was their king. 
 Tried and convicted traitoi', go from Rome ! 
 
 Cat. Come, consecrated lictors ! from your thrones, 
 
 {To the senate.) 
 Fling down your sceptres ! — take the rod and axe, 
 And make the murder as you make the law. 
 
 Cic. Lictors, drive the traitor from the temple. 
 
 Cat. ' Traitor !' I go— but I return. This— trial ! 
 Here I devote your senate ! I've had wrongs, 
 To stir a fever in the blood of age, 
 
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SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 517 
 
 Or make the infant's sinew strong as steel. 
 
 This day's the birth of sorrows ! — This hour's work 
 
 Will breed proscriptions. Look to your hearths, my lords ! 
 
 For there henceforth shall sit, for household gods, 
 
 Shapes, hot from Tartarus ; — all shames and crimes ; 
 
 Wan treachery, with his thirsty dagger drawn ; 
 
 Suspicion, poisoning his brother's cup ; 
 
 Naked rebelKon, with the torch and axe, 
 
 Making his wild sport of your blazing thrones ; 
 
 Till anarchy comes down on you like night. 
 
 And massacre seals Rome's eternal grave ! 
 
 Senators. Go, enemy and parricide, from Rome ! 
 
 Cat. {Indignantly.) It shall be so! — {Going. He sud- 
 denly returns.) — When Catihne comes again, 
 Your grandeur shall be base, and clowns shall sit 
 In scorn upon those chairs. 
 Then Cicero and his tools shall pay me blood — 
 Vengeance for every drop of my boy's veins ; — 
 And such of you as cannot find the grace 
 To die with swords in your right hands, shall feel 
 The life, life worse than death, of trampled slaves ! 
 
 Senators. Go, enemy and parricide, from Rome ! 
 
 Cic. Expel him, lictors ! Clear the senate-house ! 
 
 Cat. I go, — but not to leap the gulf alone ! 
 I go ; — but when I come — 'twill be the burst 
 Of ocean in the earthquake rolling back 
 In swift and mountainous ruin. Fare you well ! — 
 You build my funeral pile, but your best blood 
 Shall quench its flame. Back, slaves ! ( To the lictors*) 
 I will return ! 
 
 IX. 
 
 KING — YOUTH — HAMET. 
 
 King. Art thou the chief of that unruly band 
 Who broke the treaty and assailed the Moors ? 
 
 Youth. No chief, no leader of a band am I. 
 The leader of a band insulted me. 
 And those he led, basely assailed my hfe ; 
 With bad success indeed. If self-defense 
 Be criminal, King ! I have offended. 
 
28 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 King, With what a noble confidence he speaks? 
 See what a spirit through his blushes breaks ! 
 Observe him, Hamet. 
 
 Hamet. I am fixed upon him. 
 
 King. Didst thou alone engage a band of MoorSy 
 And make such havoc ? Sure, it cannot be. 
 Recall thy scattered thoughts. Nothing advance 
 Which proof may overthrow. 
 
 Youth. — — What I have said, 
 
 No proof can overthrow. Where is the man, 
 Who, speaking from himself, not from reports 
 And rumors idle, will stand forth and say, 
 I was not single when the Moors attacked me ? 
 
 Ham. I will not be that man, though I confess 
 That I came hither to accuse thee, youth. 
 And to demand thy punishment. — I brought 
 The tale our soldiers told. 
 
 Youth. The tale was false. 
 
 Ham. I thought it true, but thou hast shook nay faith* 
 The seal of truth is on thy gallant form, 
 For none but cowards lie. 
 
 King. Thy story tell, 
 
 With every circumstance which may explain 
 The seeming wonder ; how a single man 
 In such a strife could stand ? 
 
 Youth. 'Twill cease to be 
 
 A wonder when thou hearest the story told. 
 This morning on my road to Ovied©, 
 A while 1 halted near a Moorish post. 
 Of the commander I inquired my way, 
 And told my purpose ; that I came to see 
 The famous combat. With a scornful smile^ 
 With taunting words and gestures he replied. 
 Mocking my youth ; advised me to return 
 Back to my father's house, and in the rir^g 
 To dance with boys and girls. He added, too. 
 That I should see no combat : That no knight 
 Of Spain durst meet the champion of the Moors* 
 Incensed, I did indeed retort his scorn. 
 The quarrel grew apace, and I defied him 
 To a green hill, which rose amidst the plain. 
 An arrow's flight or farther from his post. 
 Alone we sped : alone we drew, we fought=. 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 
 
 29 
 
 The Moorish captain fell. Enraged, his men 
 
 Flew to revenge his death. Secure they came, 
 
 Each with his utmost speed. Those who came first, 
 
 Single, I met and slew. More wary grown, 
 
 The rest together joined, and all at once 
 
 Assailed me. Then I had no hopes of life. 
 
 But suddenly a troop of Spaniards came 
 
 And charged my foes, who did not long sustain 
 
 The shock, but fled, and carried to their camp 
 
 That false report which thou, O king ! hast heard. 
 
 King. Now by my sceptre and my sword I swear 
 Thou art a noble youth. An angel's voice 
 Could not command a more implicit faith 
 Than thou from me hast gained. What thinkest thou, Hamet ? 
 Is he not greatly wronged 1 
 
 Ham. By Allah! yes. 
 The voice of truth and innocence is bold, 
 And never yet could guilt that tone assume. 
 I take my leave, impatient to return, 
 And satisfy my friends that this brave youth 
 Was not the aggressor. {Exit Harriet,) 
 
 King. I expect no less from generous Hamet. 
 — Tell me, wondrous youth ! 
 For much I long to know, what is thy name ? 
 Who are thy parents ? Since the Moor prevailed, 
 The cottage and the cave have oft concealed 
 From hostile hate the noblest blood of Spain ; 
 Thy spirit speaks for thee. Thou art a shoot 
 Of some illustrious stock, some noble house. 
 Whose fortunes with their falling country fell. 
 
 Youth. Alberto is my name. I draw my birth 
 From Catalania ; in the mountains there 
 My father dwells, and for his own domains 
 Pays tribute to the Moor. He was a soldier ; 
 Oft I have heard him of your battles speak, 
 Of Cavadonga's and Olalle's field. 
 But ever since I can remember aught, 
 His chief employment and delight have been 
 To train me to the use and love of arms : 
 In martial exercise we passed the day ; 
 Morning and evening, still the theme was war. 
 He bred me to endure the summer's heat 
 And brave the winter's cold ; to swim across 
 3* 
 
30 
 
 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES, 
 
 The headlong torrent when the shoals of ice 
 Drove down the stream ; to rule the fiercest steeds 
 That on our mountains run. No savage beast 
 The forest yields that I have not encountered. 
 Meanwhile my bosom beat for nobler game ; 
 I longed in arms to meet the foes of Spain. 
 Oft I implored my father to permit me, 
 Before the truce was made, to join the host. 
 He said it must not be, I was too young 
 For the rude service of these trying times. 
 
 King. Thou art a prodigy, and fillest my mind 
 With thoughts profound, and expectation high. 
 When in a nation, humbled by the will 
 Of Providence, beneath a haughty foe, 
 A person rises up, by nature reared. 
 Sublime, above the level of mankind ; 
 Like that bright bow the hand of the Most High 
 Bends in the watery cloud : He is the sign 
 Of prosperous change and interposing Heaven. 
 
 X.— FROM GUSTAVUS Y ASA.— Brooke. 
 
 GUSTAVUS ANDERSON ARNOLDUS OFFICERS DALECARLIANS. 
 
 First Dalecarlian. Let us all see him ! 
 
 Second Dale. Yes, and hear him too. 
 
 Third Bale. Let us be sure 'tis he himself. 
 
 Fourth Dale. Our general. 
 
 Fifth Dale. And we will fight while weapons can be found. 
 
 Sixth Dale. Or hands to wield them. 
 
 Seventh Dale. Get on the bank, Gustavus. 
 
 Anderson. Do, my lord. 
 
 Gustavus. My countrymen ! 
 
 First Dale. Ho ! hear him ! 
 
 Second Dale. Peace ! 
 
 Third Dale. Peace ! 
 
 Fourth Dale. Peace ! 
 
 Gustavus. Amazement, I perceive, hath filled your hearts, 
 And joy for that your lost Gustavus 'scaped 
 Through wounds, imprisonments, and chains, and deaths, 
 Thus sudden, thus unlooked for, stands before ye. 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL; 31 
 
 As one escaped from cruel hands I come, 
 
 From hearts that ne'er knew pity, dark and vengeful ; 
 
 Who quaff the tears of orphans, bathe in blood, 
 
 And know no music but the groans of Sweden. 
 
 Yet, not because my sister's early innocence — 
 
 My mother's age now grind beneath captivity ; 
 
 Nor that one bloody, one remorseless hour 
 
 Swept my great sire and kindred from my side ; 
 
 For them-, Gustavus weeps not. 
 
 But, great parent, when I think on thee ! 
 
 Thy numberless, thy nameless, shameful infamies, 
 
 My widowed country ! Sweden ! when I think 
 
 Upon thy desolation, spite of rage — 
 
 And vengeance that would choke them — tears will flow. 
 
 Anderson. Oh, they are villains, every Dane of them. 
 Practiced to stab and smile : to stab the babe, 
 That smiles upon them. 
 
 Arnoldus, What accursed hours 
 Roll o'er those wretches, who, to fiends like these 
 In their dear liberty have bartered more 
 Than worlds will rate for ? 
 
 Gust. O liberty, heaven's choice prerogative ! 
 True bond of law, thou social soul of property. 
 Thou breath of reason, life of life itself! 
 For thee the valiant bleed. O sacred liberty ! 
 Winged from the summer's snare, from flattering ruin, 
 Like the bold stork you seek the wintry shore. 
 Leave courts, and pomps, and palaces to slaves, 
 Cleave to the cold and rest upon the storm. 
 Upborne by thee, my soul disdained the terms 
 Of empire offered at the hand of tyrants. 
 With thee I sought this favorite soil ; with thee 
 These favorite sons I sought : thy sons, O Liberty ! 
 For even amid the wilds of hfe you lead them, 
 Lift their low-raftered cottage to the clouds. 
 Smile o'er their heaths, and from their mountain tops 
 Beam glory to the nations. 
 
 All. Liberty! Liberty! 
 
 Gust. Are ye not marked, ye men of Dalecarlia, 
 Are ye not marked by all the circling world 
 As the great stake, the last effort for liberty ? 
 Say, is it not your wealth, the thirst, the food, 
 The scope and bright ambition of your souls ? 
 
32 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Why else have you, and your renowned forefathers, 
 
 From the proud summit of their glittering thrones, 
 
 Cast down the mightiest of your lawful kings, 
 
 That dared the bold infringement ? What but liberty, 
 
 Through the famed course of thirteen hundred years, 
 
 Aloof hath held invasion from your hills, 
 
 And sanctified their shade ? — And will ye, will ye 
 
 Shrink from the hopes of the expecting world ; 
 
 Bid your high honors stoop to foreign insult, 
 
 And in one hour give up to infamy 
 
 The harvest of a thousand years of glory ? 
 
 First Bale, No. 
 
 Second Bale, Never, never. 
 
 Third Bale. Perish all first. 
 
 Fourth Bale. Die all. 
 
 Gust. Yes, die by piecemeal ! 
 
 Leave not a limb o'er which a Dane may triumph. 
 Now from my soul I joy, I joy, my friends. 
 To see ye feared ; to see, that even your foes 
 Do justice to your valor! — There tiiey be, 
 The powers of kingdoms, summed in yonder host, 
 Yet kept aloof, yet trembling to assail ye. 
 And oh, when I look round ard see you here, 
 Of number short, but prevalent in virtue, 
 My heart swells high, and burns for the encounter. 
 True courage but from opposition grov^rs, 
 And what are fifty, what a thousand slaves. 
 Matched to the sinew of a single arm 
 That strikes for liberty, that strikes to save 
 His fields from fire, his infants from the sword, 
 And his large honors from eternal infamy ? 
 What doubt we then ? 
 Shall we, shall we stand here, 
 Till motives that might warm an ague's frost. 
 And nerve the coward's arm, shall poorly serve 
 To wake us to resistance ? — Let us on ! 
 O, yes, I read your lovely, fierce impatience ; 
 You shall not be withheld, we will rush on them— 
 This is indeed to triumph, where we hold 
 Three kingdoms in our toil ! is it not glorious, 
 Thus to appall the bold, meet force with fury, 
 And push yon torrent back, till every wave 
 Flee to its fountain ? 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 33 
 
 And. On, lead us on, Gustavus ; one word more 
 Is but delay of conquest. 
 
 Gust. Take your wish. 
 
 He, who wants arms, may grapple with the foe, 
 And SO be furnished. You, most noble Anderson, 
 Divide our powers, and with the famed Olaus 
 Take the left route. — You, Eric, great in arms ! 
 With the renowned Nederbi, hold the right, 
 And skirt the forest down ; then wheel at once. 
 Confessed to view, and close upon the vale : 
 Myself, and my most valiant cousin here. 
 The invincible Arvida, gallant Sivard, 
 Arnoldus, and these hundred hardy veterans. 
 Will pour directly forth, and lead the onset. 
 Joy, joy, I see confessed from every eye, 
 Your limbs tread vigorous, and your breasts beat high ! 
 Thin though our ranks, though scanty be our bands. 
 Bold are our hearts, and nervous are our hands. 
 With us, truth, justice, fame, and freedom close. 
 Each singly equal to a host of foes. 
 
 XL— FROM DOUGLAS.— ^me. 
 
 LORD RANDOLPH — GLENALVON — NORVAL. 
 
 Glenahon. His port I love : he's in a proper mood 
 To chide the thunder, if at him it roared. {Aside.) 
 Has Nerval seen the troops ? 
 
 Norval. The setting sun, 
 
 With yellow radiance lightened all the vale. 
 And as the warriors moved, each polished helm. 
 Corslet, or spear, glanced back his gilded beams. 
 The hill they climbed, and, halting at its top. 
 Of more than mortal size, towering they seemed 
 A host angelic, clad in burning arms. 
 
 Glen. Thou talkest it well ; no leader of our host 
 In sounds more lofty talks of glorious war. 
 
 JSorv. If I should e'er acquire a leader's name, 
 My speech will be less ardent. Novelty 
 Now prompts my tongue, and youthful admiration 
 
34 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Vents itself freely, since no part is mine 
 Of praise pertaining to the great in arms. 
 
 Glen. You wrong yourself, brave sir ; your martial deeds 
 Have ranked you with the great. But, mark me, Nerval, 
 Lord Randolph's favor now exalts your youth 
 Above his veteran's of famous service. 
 Let me, who know these soldiers, counsel you. 
 Give them all honor ; seem not to command, 
 Else they will hardly brook your late-sprung power, 
 Which nor alliance props nor birth adorns. 
 
 Norv. Sir, I have been accustomed all ray days 
 To hear and speak the plain and simple truth ; 
 And though I have been told that there are men 
 Who borrow friendship's tongue to speak their scorn, 
 Yet in such language I am little skilled : 
 Therefore I thank Glenalvon for his counsel, 
 Although it sounded harshly. Why remind 
 Me of my birth obscure ? Why slur my power 
 With such contemptuous terms 1 
 
 Glen. I did not mean 
 To gall your pride, which now I see is great. 
 
 Norv. My pride ! 
 
 Glen. Suppress it, as you wish to prosper. 
 Your pride's excessive. Yet, for Randolph's sake, 
 I will not leave you to its rash direction. 
 If thus you swell, and frown at high-born men, 
 Will high-born men endure a shepherd's scorn ? 
 
 Norv. A shepherd's scorn ! 
 
 Glen. Yes ; if you presume 
 To bend on soldiers these disdainful eyes, '' 
 
 As if you took the measure of their minds, 
 And said in secret, you're no match for me, 
 What will become of you ? f^ 
 
 Norv. If this were told ! — (Aside.) 
 Hast thou no fears for thy presumptuous self? 
 
 Glen. Ha ! dost thou threaten me ? 
 
 Norv. Didst thou not hear ? 
 
 Glen. Unwillingly 1 did ; a nobler foe 
 Had not been questioned thus ; but such as thee — 
 
 Norv. Whom dost thou think me ? 
 
 Glen. Nerval. 
 
 Norv. So I am — 
 And who is Nerval in Glenalvon's eyes ? 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 35 
 
 Glen» A peasant's son, a wandering beggar boy ; 
 At best no more, even if he speaks the truth. 
 
 Norv, False as thou art, dost thou suspect my truth ? 
 
 Glen. Thy truth ! thou'rt all a lie ; and false as hell 
 Is the vainglorious tale thou toldest to Randolph. 
 
 Norv. If I were chained, unarmed, or bedrid old, 
 Perhaps I should revile ; but as I am, 
 I have no tongue to rail. The humble Nerval 
 Is of a race who strive not but with deeds. 
 Did I not fear to freeze thy shallow valor. 
 And make thee sink too soon beneath my sword, 
 I'd tell thee — what thou art. I know thee well. 
 
 Glen. Dost thou not know Glenalvon, born to command 
 Ten thousand slaves like thee ? 
 
 Norv. Villain, no more ! 
 
 Draw and defend thy life. I did design 
 To have defied thee in another cause ; 
 But heaven accelerates its vengeance on thee. 
 Now for my own and Lady Randolph's wrongs. 
 
 Lord Randolph. (Enters.) Hold! I command you both ! 
 the man that stirs 
 Makes me his foe. 
 
 Norv. Another voice than thine. 
 That threat had vainly sounded, noble Randolph. 
 
 Glen. Hear him, my lord ; he's wondrous condescending ! 
 Mark the humility of Shepherd Nerval ! 
 
 Norv. Now you may scoff in safety. ( Sheathes his sword. ) 
 
 Lord Ran. Speak not thus, 
 Taunting each other, but unfold to me 
 The cause of quarrel ; then I judge betwixt you. 
 
 Norv. Nay, my good lord, though I revere you much, 
 My cause I plead not, nor demand your judgment. 
 I blush to speak ; I will not, cannot speak 
 The opprobrious words that I from him have borne. 
 To the liege lord of my dear native land 
 I owe a subject's homage ; but even him 
 And his high arbitration I'd reject. 
 Within my bosom reigns another lord ; 
 Honor, sole judge and umpire of itself. 
 If my free speech offend you, noble Randolph, 
 Revoke your favors, and let Nerval go 
 Hence as he came, but not dishonored ! 
 
 Lord Ran, Thus far I'll mediate with impartial voice ; 
 
36 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 The ancient foe of Caledonia's land 
 
 Now waves his banner o'er her frighted fields ; 
 
 Suspend your purpose till your country's arms 
 
 Repel the'^bold invader ; then decide 
 
 The private quarrel. 
 
 Glen, I agree to this. 
 
 Norv. And I. {Exit Randolph.) 
 
 Glen, Nerval, 
 
 Let not our variance mar the social hour, 
 Nor wrong the hospitality of Randolph. 
 Nor frowning anger, nor yet wrinkled hate, 
 Shall stain my countenance. Smooth thou thy brow ; 
 Nor let our strife disturb the gentle dame. 
 
 Norv. Think not so lightly, sir, of my resentment ; 
 When we contend again, our strife is mortal. 
 
 XII.— FROM HALIDON UlLL.— Scott. 
 
 DE VIPONT, A KNIGHT TEMPLAR — SWINTON AND GORDON, SCOT- 
 TISH CHIEFS. 
 
 Swinton, De Vipont, thou lookest sad ? 
 
 Vipont, It is because I hold a Templar's sword, 
 Wet to the crossed hilt with Christian blood. 
 
 Swinton. The blood of English archers — what can gild 
 A Scottish blade more bravely ? 
 
 Vipont. Even therefore grieve I for those gallant yeomen, 
 England's peculiar and appropriate sons, 
 Known in no other land. Each boasts his hearth 
 And field as free as the best lord his barony, 
 Owing subjection to no human vassalage, 
 Save to their King and law. Hence are they resolute, 
 Leading the van on every day of battle, 
 As men who know the blessings they defend. — 
 Hence are they frank and generous in peace, 
 As men who have their portion in its plenty. 
 No other kingdom shows such worth and happiness • 
 
 Veiled in such low estate — therefore I mourn them. 
 
 Swinton, I'll keep my sorrow for our native Scots, 
 Who, spite of hardship, poverty, oppression, 
 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 37 
 
 Still follow to the field the Chieftain's banner, 
 And die in the defense on't. 
 
 Gordon, And if I Hve and see my halls again, 
 They shall have portion in the good they fight for. 
 Each hardy follower shall have his field, 
 His household hearth and sad-built home, as free 
 As ever Southern had. They shall be happy ! 
 And my Elizabeth shall smile to see it ! — 
 I have betrayed myself. 
 
 Swinton. Do not believe it. — 
 
 Vipont, do thou look out from yonder height. 
 And see what motion in the Scottish host, 
 And in King Edward's. — {Exit Vipont) 
 
 Now will I counsel thee ; 
 The Templar's ear is for no tale of love. 
 Being wedded to his order. But I tell thee, 
 The brave young Knight that hath no lady-love, 
 Is hke a lamp unlighted ; his brave deeds. 
 And its rich painting, do seem then most glorious, 
 When the pure ray gleams through them. — 
 Hath thy Elizabeth no other name ? 
 
 Gordon, Must I then speak of her to you, Sir Alan? 
 The thought of thee and of thy matchless strength, 
 Hath conjured phantoms up amongst her dreams. 
 The name of Swinton hath been spell sufficient 
 To chase the rich blood from her lovely cheek, 
 And wouldst thou now know her's ? 
 
 Swinton, I would, nay, must. 
 
 Thy father in the paths of chivalry, 
 Should know the load-star thou dost rule thy course by. 
 
 Gordon, Nay, then, her name is — hark — (Whispers.) 
 
 Swinton, I know it well, that ancient northern house. 
 
 Gordon, O, thou shalt see its fairest grace and honor 
 In my Elizabeth. And if music touch thee — 
 
 Swinton, It did. before disasters had untuned me. 
 
 Gordon, O, her notes 
 
 Shall hush each sad remembrance to oblivion. 
 Or melt them to such gentleness of feeling, 
 That grief shall have its sweetness. Who, but she, 
 Knows the wild harpings of our native land ? 
 Whether they lull the shepherd on his hill, 
 Or wake the knight to battle ; rouse to merriment, 
 Or soothe to sadness ; she can touch each mood. 
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38 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Princes and statesnnen, chiefs renowned in arms, 
 And gray-haired bards, contend which shall the first 
 And choicest homage render to the enchantress. 
 
 Swinton, You speak her talent bravely. 
 
 Gordon. Though you smile, 
 
 I do not speak it half. Her gift creative, 
 New measures adds to every air she wakes ; 
 Varying and gracing it with liquid sweetness, 
 Like the wild modulation of the lark, 
 Now leaving, now returning to the strain ! 
 To listen to her, is to seem to wander 
 In some enchanted labyrinth of romance, 
 Whence nothing but the lovely fairy's will, 
 Who wove the spell, can extricate the wanderer. 
 Methinks, I hear her now ! — 
 
 Swinton. Blessed privilege 
 
 Of youth ! There's scarce three minutes to decide 
 'Twixt death and life, 'twixt triumph and defeat, 
 Yet all his thoughts are in his lady's bower, 
 Listening to her harp ! 
 
 XIII.— FROM CORlOLANVS.—ShaJcspeare. 
 
 CORIOLANUS— ATJFIDIUS. 
 
 Coriolanus. I plainly, Tullus, by your looks perceive 
 You disapprove my conduct. 
 
 Aujidius, I mean not to assail thee with the clamor 
 Of loud reproaches and the war of words ; 
 But, pride apart, and all that can pervert 
 The light of steady reason, here to make 
 A candid, fair proposal. 
 
 Cor. Speak, I hear thee. 
 
 Auf. I need not tell thee, that I have performed 
 My utmost promise. Thou hast been protected ; 
 Hast had thy amplest, most ambitious wish ; 
 Thy wounded pride is healed, thy dear revenge 
 Completely sated ; and to crown thy fortune. 
 At the same time, thy peace with Rome restored. 
 Thou art no more a Volscian, but a Roman ; 
 Return, return ; thy duty calls upon thee 
 Still to protect the city thou hast saved ; 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 39 
 
 It Still may be in danger from our arms : 
 
 Retire : I will take care thou mayest with safety. 
 
 Cor. With safety ? — Heavens ! — and thinkest thou Coriolanus 
 Will stoop to thee for safety ? — No : my safeguard 
 Is in myself, a bosom void of fear. — 
 O, 'tis an act of cowardice and baseness, 
 To seize the very time my hands are fettered 
 By the strong chain of former obligation, 
 The safe, sure moment, to insult me. — Gods 1 
 Were I now free, as on that day I was 
 When at Corioli I tamed thy pride, 
 This had not been. 
 
 Avf. Thou speakest the truth : it had not. 
 O, for that time again ! Propitious gods, 
 If you will bless me, grant it ! Know, for that, 
 For that dear purpose, I have now proposed 
 Thou shouldst return ; I pray thee, Marcius, do it ; 
 And we shall meet again on nobler terms. 
 
 Cor. Till I have cleared my honor in your council, 
 And proved before them all, to thy confusion. 
 The falsehood of thy charge ; as soon in battle 
 I would before thee fly, and howl for mercy, 
 As quit the station they've assigned me here. 
 
 Auf, Thou canst not hope acquittal from the Volscians. 
 
 Cor. I do : Nay, more, expect their approbation, 
 Their thanks. I will obtain them such a peace 
 As thou durst never ask ; a perfect union 
 Of their whole nation with imperial Rome, 
 In all her privileges, all her rights ; 
 By the just gods, I will. — What wouldest thou more ? 
 
 Auf. What would I more, proud Roman ? This I would — 
 Fire the cursed forest, where these Roman wolves 
 Haunt and infest their nobler neighbors round them ; 
 Extirpate from the bosom of this land 
 A false, perfidious people, who, beneath 
 The mask of freedom, are a combination 
 Against the liberty of human kind ; — 
 The genuine seed of outlaws and of robbers. 
 
 Cor. The seed of gods. — 'Tis not for thee, vain boaster, — 
 'Tis not for such as thou, — so often spared 
 By her victorious sword, to speak of Rome, 
 But with respect, and awful veneration. — 
 Whale'er her blots, whate'er her giddy factions, 
 
40 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 There is more virtue in one single year 
 
 Of Roman story, than your Volscian annals 
 
 Can boast through all their creeping, dark duration. 
 
 Auf, I thank thy rage : — This full displays the traitor. 
 
 Cor. Traitor ! — How now ? 
 
 Auf, Ay, traitor, Marcius. 
 
 Cor, Marcius ! 
 
 Auf. Ay, Marcius, Carius Marcius : Dost thou think 
 ni grace thee with that robbery, thy stolen name, 
 Coriolanus, in Corioli ? 
 
 You lords, and heads of the state, perfidiously 
 He has betrayed your business, and given up, 
 For certain drops of salt, your city Rome, — 
 I say, your city, — to his wife and mother ; 
 Breaking his oath and resolution like 
 A twist of rotten silk ; never admitting 
 Counsel of the war : but at his nurse's tears 
 He whined and roared away your victory ; 
 That pages blushed at him, and men of heart 
 Looked wondering at each other. 
 
 Cor. Hearest thou, Mars ? 
 
 Auf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears. 
 
 Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart 
 Too great for what contains it. — Boy ! — 
 Cut me to pieces, Volscians, men and lads, 
 Stain all your edges on me. — Boy ! 
 If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, 
 That, like an eagle in a dovecot, I 
 Fluttered your Volscians in Corioli ^ 
 Alone I did it : — Boy ! — But let us part ; 
 Lest my rash hand should do a hasty deed 
 My cooler thought forbids. 
 
 Auf. I court 
 
 The worst thy sword can do ; while thou from me 
 Hast nothing to expect but sore destruction ; 
 Quit then this hostile camp : once' more I tell thee, 
 Thou art not here one single hour in safety. 
 
 Cor. O, that I had thee in the field, 
 With six Aufidiuses, or more — thy tribe, 
 To use mv lawful sword \ — 
 
SEKIOtJS AND SENTIMENTAL. 41 
 
 XIV.— FROM THE MUTINY AT THE ^OBE.—Jerrold. 
 
 PARKER MARY CHILD . 
 
 Parker.— ^^e, loofe upon me, piatg. 
 Scene. — Room in a cottage. 
 
 Mary. He comes — at every succeeding interview I fancy I 
 perceive a deeper gloom upon his brow ; a more settled sorrow 
 at his heart. Let me not complain, a brighter day may yet 
 arrive. [Enter Parker.) 
 
 Parker. Mary ! my own loved Mary ! 
 
 Mary. Oh, Richard, this meeting repays me for all the 
 anxious hours passed in silence and in solitude. — Why, why is 
 this ? Why do you turn your eyes from mine ? 
 
 Par. I — I cannot look upon you. 
 
 Mary. Not ! 
 
 Par. When I remember that you were nursed by fortune, 
 and every comfort strewed about your footsteps — were the idol 
 of your household — sought by wealth and rank — when I re- 
 member this, and- see you torn by my hands from eyery hope of 
 life, — thrown a pooi^ outcast upon the unfeeling world, humilia- 
 ted, broken-hearted, beggared — can you wonder if I blush to 
 meet your eye ? can you marvel if, like a felon, I shrink be- 
 neath your gaze, ashamed to meet the victim I have made ? 
 
 Mary. Oh, Richard ! talk not so : do you think reproach 
 
 4* 
 
42 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 can spring from love like mine ! — think you I regret the loss of 
 wealth and those summer friends that clung while fortune shone ? 
 — oh, no ! I am rich, rich in your love, and in our darling boy. 
 
 Par. My poor child — my William. 
 
 Mary, Oh ! away with such reproaches — you have manly 
 courage, Richard ; add to it a woman's strength. 
 
 Par. A woman's strength ! 
 
 Mary. Aye, the power of sufferance : you in the wild storm, 
 or wilder battle, hang over the heaving billow or rush upon the 
 sword — this — this is lion-hearted daring : but think you a sailor's 
 wife has not a deeper courage, to listen to the roaring sea, to 
 hear the minute gun, to read of battle and of shipwreck, yet with 
 terror for her daring partner, to hush the whispering fear, and 
 with a deep tranquillity of soul, confide in him who feeds the 
 sparrow, and sustains the flower ! — Mere courage is the attribute 
 of beasts ; patience, the sweet child of reason ! stamps and dig- 
 nifies the soul of man ! 
 
 Par. My dear Mary ! yes, thou wilt love me still. 
 
 Mary. Love you ! though all the world conspired against 
 you, though poverty and wounds had made you unjust to me, 
 forgetful of yourself — though shame had scourged you. — {He 
 turns Ms head.)— How now, Richard ! husband ! 
 
 Par. 'Tis nothing. 
 
 Mary. Nay, your color goes — the veins swell within your 
 brow, and your hp works ; — what, what have I said ? 
 
 Par. Nothing, nothing, my poor wench. 
 
 Mary. Oh, it is not so ! I have awakened some horrid 
 thoughts that still shake and convulse you — tell me in mercy ! 
 
 Par. Mary, I will — tell — you : you spoke of shame to a 
 heart rightly endowed with feeling for its fellows ! It is a kind of 
 shame to see in silence wrong and outrage done to others. 
 
 Mary. True; but — 
 
 Par. I — I am a sailor aboard a king's ship ; my mind may 
 be as noble, my heart as stout as are the minds and hearts of 
 those who strut upon the quarterdeck, and are my masters. — No 
 matter, 'tis my fate that I obey them. 
 
 Mary. For heaven's sake, let not the violence of your tem- 
 per betray you to acts of mutiny — have you not seen — 
 
 Par. Seen ! — I have served the king seven years ; in that 
 time I have seen enough to turn the softest heart to stone, to 
 make me look with eyes of lead upon the blackest violence — to 
 make me laugh at virtue and feeling as words of a long forgot- 
 ten tongue. — Seen ! — I have seen old men, husbands and 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 43 
 
 fathers — men with venerable gray hairs, tied up, exposed, and 
 treated like basest beasts — scourged, whilst every stroke of the 
 blood-bringing cat may have cut upon a scar received in honor- 
 able fight ! — I have seen this ! — And what was the culprit's 
 fault ? He may have trod too much on this or that side the 
 deck ; have answered in a tone too high or too low, his beard- 
 less persecutor — no matter, the crime is mutinous, and the mar- 
 iner must bleed for it. 
 
 Mary. Oh, Richard, and have you looked on scenes like 
 these ? 
 
 Par. Looked on them ! — looked ! — listen, then judge wheth- 
 er the gloom upon my face is but the cast of a sickly fancy ! — 
 It tears my soul to shock thy delicate spirit, yet thou must know 
 — that henceforth, in what I may do thy mind may justify me — 
 dost hear me, Mary ? 
 
 Mary. I'll strive to do so. 
 
 Far. 'Tis now some four years since t had a friend, a sailor 
 on board a king's ship ; his fate was something like to mine, for 
 chance had given him an unsuccessful rival in love, to be his 
 captain and his destroyer. I knew the victim — knew him ! — 
 But to my tale : the sailor was preferred, rare promotion to one 
 of cultivated mind, to wait upon the steward, and do his lofty 
 bidding. Time wore on — at length a watch was stolen ; suspi- 
 cion lighted on my friend — he was charged — my heart swells and 
 my head swims round — with the robbery ! — Before the assem- 
 bled crew, despite his protestations and his honest scorn, he was 
 branded with the name of — thief. 
 
 Mary. Oh, heavens ! 
 
 Tar. Stript, and bound for brutal punishment — picture the 
 horror, the agony of my friend, bleeding beneath the gloating 
 eye of his late rival in a woman's love — picture his torment and 
 despair, to feel, while the stripes fell like molten lead upon his 
 back, that keener anguish, his rival's triumph — imagine what, 
 what were his thoughts, what the yearnings of his swellmg bosom 
 towards his young wife and precious babe at home. 
 
 Mary. Oh, horrible ! 
 
 Par, A short time after he thought to escape ; he trusted 
 the secret of his flight to another and was betrayed— what fol- 
 lowed then ? he was tried for desertion — condemned to death ! — 
 
 Mary. Gracious powers ! — and did' they — 
 
 Par, Oh ! no, the judges were merciful — 
 
 Mary, Heaven bless them — 
 , Par, Stay your benediction — they were merciful ! they did 
 
44 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 not hang the man — 'twould have been harsh they thought — the 
 more so, as he who had stole the watch, touched by compunc- 
 tion, had confessed the theft, clearing the deserter of the crime 
 he had been scourged for. Still discipline demanded punish- 
 ment. — They did not hang the man — and thereby bury in the 
 grave the remembrance of his shame— no — they mercifully sent 
 him through the fleet. 
 
 Mary. The fleet ! 
 
 Far, Listen, then wonder that men with hearts of throbbing 
 flesh within them can look upon — much less inflict such tortures 
 — they sentenced him to five hundred lashes, so many at the 
 side of each vessel, whilst the thronging crew sat upon the yards 
 and rigging, to hear the wretch's cries and look upon his open- 
 ing wounds. What was the result ? — why he whom they had 
 tied up, a suflering, persecuted man, they loosed, a raging tiger ! 
 From that moment revenge took possession of his soul — he 
 lived and breathed — consented to look on the day's blessed light 
 only that he might have revenge. — 'Twas I ! 
 
 Mary. You, husband ! you ? 
 
 Par. Yes, Mary Parker, I — I am that wronged, that striped, 
 heart-broken, degraded man. 
 
 Mary. Oh ! Richard ! — Heaven, heaven have mercy on 
 them. 
 
 Par. Amen ! mercy is heaven's attribute — revenge is man's. 
 — ^^z, looife upon me, i%ar$ ; do you not blush to call me hus- 
 band ! 
 
 Mary. Oh ! talk not so. 
 
 Par. You must, for I feel degraded — a thing of scorn, and 
 restless desperation, but the time is ripe, and vengeance — 
 
 Mary. Oh ! think not of it. 
 
 Par. Think not of it ! — I only live upon the hope of coming 
 retribution — think not of it — would you still embrace a striped, 
 a branded felon ? 
 
 Mary. That stain is wiped away. 
 
 Par. No — but it shall be, and in blood. 
 
 Mary. In mercy, Richard. 
 
 Par. Hear me swear. {Kneels.) 
 
 {Enter the child, who runs between father and mother.) 
 
 Child. Dear, dear father ! 
 
 Par. Ha ! be this the subject of my oath. — [Puts his hand 
 upon the chiWs head.) — May this sweet child, the fountain of 
 my hopes, become my bitterest source of misery — may all my 
 joy in him be turned to mourning and disquiet — may he be a 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 45 
 
 reed to my old age — a laughter and a jest to my gray hairs — 
 may he mock my dying agonies and spit upon my grave, if for 
 a day, an hour, I seek not a most deep and bloody vengeance. — 
 {Voice of Jack Adams, heard without. — Aboard the house, 
 ahoy !) — A stranger's voice, we are disturbed — farewell, my 
 love, I must aboard ; tomorrow you shall hear news of me — I 
 have promised my shipmates to bring William with me ; he shall 
 return when I do. 
 
 Mary. Promise then to be more calm, and let patience, 
 Richard, patience counsel you. (Exit,) 
 
 Par. Farewell — now my child shall see his father's wronger 
 at his feet. — Arlington, I come to triumph. {Exit with child.) 
 
 XV.— FROM JULIUS CJESAR.—Shakspeare. 
 
 BRUTUS CASSIUS. 
 
 Street Scene. 
 
 Cassius, Will you go see the order of the course ? 
 
 Brutus. Not I. 
 
 Cas. I pray you. do. 
 
 Bru. I am not gamesome ; I do lack some part 
 Of that quick spirit that is in Antony ; 
 Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires ; 
 I'll leave you. 
 
 Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late ; 
 I have not from your eyes that gentleness 
 And show of love as I was wont to have ; 
 You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand 
 Over your friend that loves you. 
 
 Bru. Cassius, 
 Be not deceived : If I have veiled my look, 
 I turn the trouble of my countenance 
 Merely upon myself. Vexed I am 
 Of late with passions of some difference, 
 Conceptions only proper to myself; 
 Which give some soil perhaps to my behavior ; 
 But let not therefore my good friends be grieved ; 
 Among which number, Cassius, be you one ; 
 
46 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Nor construe any farther my neglect, 
 Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, 
 Forgets the shows of love to other men. 
 
 Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion ; 
 By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried 
 Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. 
 Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face ? 
 
 Bru. No, Cassius, for the eye sees not itself, 
 But by reflection from some other thing. 
 
 Cas. 'Tis just. 
 And it is very much lamented, Brutus, 
 That you have no such mirror as will turn 
 Your hidden worthiness into your eye. 
 That you might see your shadow. I have heard, 
 Where many of the best respect in Rome, 
 (Except immortal Csesar,) speaking of Brutus, 
 And groaning underneath this age's yoke. 
 Have wished that noble Brutus had his eyes. 
 
 Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, 
 Tiiat you would have me seek into myself 
 For that which is not in me ? 
 
 Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear ; 
 And since you know you cannot see yourself 
 So well as by reflection, I, your glass. 
 Will modestly discover to yourself 
 That of yourself which yet you know not of. 
 And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus ; 
 Were I a common laugher, or did use 
 To stale with ordinary oaths my love 
 To every new protester ; if you know. 
 That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, 
 And after scandal them ; or, if you know, 
 That I profess myself in banqueting 
 To all the rout ; then hold me dangerous. 
 
 Bru. What means this shouting ? I do fear the people 
 Choose Csesar for their king. 
 
 Cas. Ay, do you fear it ? 
 Then must I think you would not have it so. 
 
 Bru. I would not, Cassius ; yet I love him well. 
 But wherefore do you hold me here so long? 
 What is it, that you would impart to me ? 
 If it be aught toward the general good. 
 Set Honor in one eye, and Death in the other ; 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. * 4T 
 
 And I will look on Death indifferently : 
 For let the gods so speed me, as I love 
 The name of Honor more than I fear death. 
 
 Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, 
 As well as I do know your outward favor. 
 Well, honor is the.subject of my story. — 
 I cannot tell what you and other men 
 Think of this life ; but for my single self, 
 I had as lief not be, as live to be 
 In awe of such a thing as I myself. 
 I was born free as Caesar ; so were you ; 
 We both have fed as well ; and we can both 
 Endure the winter's cold as well as he. 
 For once upon a raw and gusty day, 
 The troubled Tiber chafing with his shores, 
 Ca3sar said to me, Darest thou, Cassius, now 
 Leap in with me into this angry flood. 
 And swim to yonder point? — Upon the word, 
 Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, 
 And bade him follow ; so indeed he did. 
 The torrent roared, and we did buffet it 
 With lusty sinews ; throwing it aside, 
 And stemming it with hearts of controversy. 
 But, ere we could arrive the point proposed, 
 Caesar cried, help me, Cassius, or 1 sink. 
 Then, as ^neas, our great ancestor. 
 Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder 
 The old Anchises bear ; so from the waves of Tiber 
 Did I the tired Caesar ; and this man 
 Is now become a god ; and Cassius is 
 A wretched creature, and must bend his body, 
 If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. 
 He had a fever when he was in Spain, 
 And when the fit was on him, I did mark 
 How he did shake. ' Tis true, this god did shake ; 
 His coward lips did from their color fly, 
 And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world, 
 Did lose its lustre ; I did hear him groan : 
 Aye, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans 
 Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, 
 Alas ! it cried — Give me some drink, Titinius — 
 As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me, 
 A man of such a feeble temper should 
 
48 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 So get the start of the majestic world, 
 And bear the palm alone. 
 
 Bru. Another general shout ! 
 I do believe, that these applauses are 
 For some new honors that are heaped on Csesar. 
 
 Cas. Why man, he doth bestride the narrow world 
 Like a Colossus ; and we petty men 
 Walk under his huge legs, and peep about 
 To find ourselves dishonorable graves. 
 Men at sometime are masters of their fate : 
 The fauh, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, 
 But in ourselves, that we are underlings. 
 Brutus — and Ceesar — what should be in that Ceesar ? 
 Why should that name be sounded, more than your's ? 
 Write them together ; your's is as fair a name : 
 Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; 
 Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with them, 
 Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Csesar. 
 Now, in the names of all the gods at once, 
 Upon what meats doth this our Csesar feed, 
 That he is grown so great ? Age, thou art shamed ; 
 Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods. 
 When could they say, till now, that talked of Rome, 
 Tliat her wide walls encompassed but one man ? 
 Oh ! you and I have heard our fathers say. 
 There was a Brutus once that would have brooked 
 A whip.galled slave to keep his state in Rome 
 As easily as a king. 
 
 Bru, That you do love me, I am nothing jealous ; 
 What you would work me to, I have some aim : 
 How I have thought of this, and of these times, 
 I shall recount hereafter : for this present, 
 I would not (so with love I might entreat you) 
 Be any further moved. What you have said, 
 I will consider : what you have to say, 
 I will with patience hear ; and find a time 
 Both meet to hear, and answer such high things. 
 ' Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this : 
 Brutus had rather be a villager. 
 Than to repute himself a son of Rome, 
 Under such hard conditions as this time 
 Is like to iay upon us. 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 49 
 
 XVI.— FROM TAMERLANE..— Rowe. -^ 
 
 OMAR — TAMERLANE. 
 
 Omar. Honor and fame (Bowing.) 
 
 Forever wait the Emperor; may our prophet 
 Give him ten thousand thousand days of life, 
 And everyday Hke this. The captive sultan, 
 Fierce in his bonds, and at his fate repining, 
 Attends your sacred will. 
 
 Tamerlane. Let him approach. 
 (Enter Bajazet and other Turkish prisoners in chains^ with a 
 
 guard.) 
 When I survey the ruins of this field, 
 The wild destruction which thy fierce ambition 
 Has dealt among mankind : (so many widows 
 And helpless orphans has thy battle made, 
 That half our eastern world this day are mourners :) 
 Well may I, in behalf of heaven and earth, 
 Demand from thee atonement for this wrong. 
 
 Baj. Make thy demand of those that own thy power. 
 Know I am still beyond it ; and though fortune 
 Has stripped me of the train and pomp of greatness, 
 That outside of a king, yet still my soul. 
 Fixed high, and on itself alone dependent, 
 Is ever free and royal ; and even now, 
 As at the head of battle, does defy thee. 
 I know what power the chance of war has given, 
 And dare thee to the use on't. This vile speeching, 
 This after game of words, is what most irks me ; 
 Spare that, and for the rest 'tis equal all, 
 Be it as it may. 
 
 Tarn, Well was it for the world. 
 When, on their borders, neighboring princes met,' 
 Frequent in friendly parle, by cool debates 
 Preventing wasteful war : such should our meeting 
 Have been, hadst thou but held in just regard 
 The sanctity of leagues so often sworn to. 
 Canst thou believe thy prophet, or what's more, 
 That Power Supreme, which made thee and thy prophet, 
 Will with impunity, let pass that breach 
 Of sacred faith given to the royal Greek ? 
 5 
 
50 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Baj. Thou pedant talker ! ha ! art thou a king 
 Possessed of sacred power, Heaven's darling attribute, 
 And dost thou prate of leagues, and oaths, and prophets 1 
 I hate the Greek, (perdition on his name !) 
 As I do thee, and would have met you both, 
 As death does human nature, for destruction. 
 
 Tarn. Causeless to hate, is not of human kind : 
 The savage brute that haunts in woods remote, 
 And desert wilds, tears not the fearful traveler. 
 If hunger, or some injury, provoke not. 
 
 Baj. Can a king want a cause, when empire bids 
 Go on ? What is he born for, but ambition ? 
 It is his hunger, 'tis his call of nature, 
 The noble appetite which will be satisfied. 
 And, like the food of gods, makes him immortal. 
 
 Tarn. Henceforth I will not wonder we were foes, 
 Since souls that differ so, by nature hate. 
 And strong antipathy forbids their union. 
 
 Baj. The noble fire that warms me does indeed 
 Transcend thy coldness. I am pleased we differ, 
 Nor think alike. 
 
 Tarn. No : for I think like man ; 
 Thou, like a monster, from whose baleful presence 
 Nature starts back ; and though she fixed her stamp 
 On thy rough mass, and marked thee for a man, 
 Now, conscious of her error, she disclaims thee, 
 As formed for her destruction. 
 'Tis true, I am a king, as thou hast been ; 
 Honor and glory too, have been my aim ; 
 But though I dare face death, and all the dangers 
 Which furious war wears in its bloody front, 
 Yet would I choose to fix my name by peace, 
 By justice, and by mercy ; and to raise 
 My trophies on the blessings of mankind : 
 Nor would I buy the empire of the world 
 With ruin of the people whom I sway, 
 Or forfeit of my honor. 
 
 Baj. Prophet, I thank thee. 
 Confusion ! couldst thou rob me of my glory, 
 To dress up this tame king, this preaching dervise ! 
 Unfit for war, thou shouldst have lived secure 
 In lazy peace, and with debating senates 
 Shai'ed a precarious sceptre ; sat tamely still, 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 51 
 
 And let bold faction canton out thy power, 
 And wrangle for the spoils they robbed thee of; 
 Whilst I, (O blast the power that stops my ardor,) 
 Would, like a tempest, rush amidst the nations, 
 Be greatly terrible, and deal, like Alha, 
 My angry thunder on the frighted world. 
 
 Tam. The world ! 'twould be too little for thy pride : 
 Thou wouldst scale heaven. 
 
 Baj. I would. Away ! my soul 
 Disdains th)'' conference. 
 
 Tam, Thou vain, rash thing, 
 That, with gigantic insolence, has dared 
 To lift thy wretched self above the stars, 
 And mate with power Almighty, thou art fallen ! 
 
 Baj. 'Tis false ! I am not fallen from aught I have been ! 
 At least my soul resolves to keep her state, 
 And scorns to make acquaintance with ill fortune. 
 
 Tam. Almost beneath my pity art thou fallen ; 
 Since, while the avenging hand of Heaven is on thee, 
 And presses to the dust thy swelling soul, 
 Fool-hardy, with the stronger thou contendest. 
 To what vast heights had thy tumultuous temper 
 Been hurried, if success had crowned thy wishes ! 
 Say, what had I to expect if thou hadst conquered ? 
 
 Baj. Oh, glorious thought ! Ye powers, I will enjoy it, 
 Though but in fancy : imagination shall 
 Make room to entertain the vast idea. 
 Oh ! had I been master but of yesterday, 
 The world, the world had felt me ; and for thee, 
 I had used thee, as thou art to me, a dog. 
 The object of my scorn and mortal hatred. 
 I would have caged thee for the sport of slaves. 
 I would have taught thy neck to know my weight. 
 And mounted from that footstool to the saddle, 
 Till thou hadst begged to die ; and even that mercy 
 I had denied thee. Now thou knowest my mind, 
 And question me no farther. 
 
 Tam. Well dost thou teach me 
 What justice should exact from thee. Mankind, 
 With one consent, cry out for vengeance on thee ; 
 Loudly they call to cut off this league-breaker, 
 This wild destroyer, from the face of earth. 
 
 Baj. Do it, and rid thy shaking soul at once 
 Of its worst fear. 
 
52 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Tarn. Why slept the thunder 
 That should have armed the idol deity, 
 And given thee power, ere yester sun was set, 
 To shake the soul of Tamerlane ? Hadst thou an arm 
 To make thee feared, thou shouldst have proved it on me, 
 Amidst the sweat and blood of yonder field, 
 When, through the tumult of the war, 1 sought thee, 
 Fenced in with nations. 
 
 Baj, Oh, blast the stars 
 That fated us to different scenes of slaughter ! 
 Oh ! could my sword have met thee ! 
 
 Tarn. Thou hadst then. 
 As now, been in my power, and held thy life 
 Dependent on my gift. Yes, Bajazet, 
 I bid thee live. So much my soul disdains 
 That thou shouldst think I can fear aught but Heaven. 
 Nay more ; couldst thou forget thy brutal fierceness, 
 And form thyself to manhood, I would bid thee 
 Live, and be still a king, that thou mayst learn 
 What man should be to man. — 
 This royal tent, with such of thy domestics 
 As can be found, shall wait upon thy service ; 
 Nor will I use my fortune to demand 
 Hard terms of peace : but such as thou mayst offer 
 With honor, I with honor may receive. 
 
 I XVII.— FROM ANTONY AND C'LE.OVAU'RK.—Shakspeare. 
 
 ANTONY — VENTIDIUS. 
 
 Antony. They tell me 'tis my birth-day ; and I'll keep it 
 With double pomp of sadness. 
 'Tis what the day deserves, which gave me breath. 
 Why was I raised the meteor of the world, 
 Hung in the skies, and blazing as I traveled, 
 Till all my fires were spent, and then cast downwards 
 To be trod out by Csesar 1 
 
 Ventidius, I must disturb him. I can hold no longer. 
 
 {Stands before him.) 
 
 Ant, (Starting up,) Art thou Ventidius ? 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 53 
 
 Yent. Are you Antony ? 
 I'm liker what I was, than you to him 
 I left you last. 
 Ant. I'm angry. 
 Vent. So am I. 
 
 Ant. I would be private. Leave me. 
 Vent. Sir, I love you, 
 And therefore will not leave you. 
 
 Ant. Will not leave me ! 
 Where have you learnt this answer ? Who am I ? 
 Vent. My Emperor ; the man I love next Heaven. 
 Ant. Emperor ! Why that's the style of victory. 
 The conquering soldier, red with unfelt wounds, 
 Salutes his general so : but never more 
 Shall that sound reach my ears. 
 Vejit. I warrant you. 
 Ant. Actium, Actium ! Oh— 
 Vent. It sits too near you. 
 
 Ant. Here, here it lies ; a lump of lead by day ; 
 And, in my short distracted nightly slumbers. 
 The hag that rides my dreams — 
 Vent. Out with it ; give it vent. 
 Ant, Urge not my shame — 
 I lost a battle. 
 
 Vent. So has Julius done. 
 
 Ant Thou favorest me, and speakest not half thou thinkest 
 ror Julius fought it out, and lost it fairly : 
 But Antony — 
 
 Vent. Nay, stop not. 
 Ant. Antony 
 
 (Well, thou wilt have it) like a coward fled, 
 Fled while his soldiers fought! fled first, Ventidius. 
 Ihou longest to curse me ; I give thee leave. 
 1 know thou camest prepared to rail. 
 Vent. No. 
 Ant. Why ? 
 
 Vent. You are too sensible already 
 Of what you've done ; too conscious of your faihngs; 
 And like a scorpion, whipped by others first 
 1 o fury, sting yourself in mad revenge. 
 I would bring balm, and pour it in your wounds, 
 Cure your distempered mind, and heal your fortunes. 
 Ant, 1 know thou wouldst. 
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54 KHETOEICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Vent* I will. 
 
 Ant, Sure thou dreamest, Ventidius ! 
 
 Vent. No, 'tis you dream ; you sleep away your hours 
 In desperate sloth, miscalled philosophy. 
 Up, up, for honor's sake ; twelve legions wait you, 
 And long to call you chief. By painful journeys 
 I led them, patient both of heat and hunger, 
 Down from the Parthian marches, to the Nile. 
 'Twill do you good to see their sun-burnt faces, 
 Their scarred cheeks, and chopped hands ; there's virtue in them ; 
 They'll sell those mangled limbs at dearer rates 
 Than yon trim bands can buy. 
 
 Ant, Where left you them ? 
 
 Vent, I said, in Lower Syria. 
 
 Ant. Bring them hither ; 
 There may be life in these. 
 
 Vent. They will not come. 
 
 Ant, Why did they refuse to march? 
 
 Vent, They said they would not fight for Cleopatra. 
 
 Ant. What was't they said ? 
 
 Vent. They said they would not fight for Cleopatra. 
 Why should they fight, indeed, to make her conquer, 
 And make you bore a slave ? 
 
 Ant, Ventidius, I allow your tongue free licence 
 On all my other faults ; but, on your life, 
 No word of Cleopatra ; — she deserves 
 More worlds than I can lose. 
 
 Vent. Behold, you powers. 
 To whom you have entrusted human kind ! 
 See Europe, Africa, Asia, put in balance, 
 And all weighed down by one light worthless woman * 
 
 Ant. You grow presumptuous. 
 
 Vent, I take the privilege of plain love to speak. 
 
 Ant. Plain love ! plain arrogance ! plain insolence ! 
 Thy men are cowards ; thou, an envious traitor, 
 Who, under seeming honesty, has vented 
 The burden of thy rank o'erflowing gall. 
 Oh that thou wert my equal, great in arms 
 As the first Csesar was, that I might kill thee 
 Without a stain to honor ! 
 
 Vent. You may kill me ; 
 You have done more already ; called me traitor. 
 
 Ant. Art thou not one ? 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 55 
 
 Vent, For showing you yourself. 
 Which none else durst have done. But had I been 
 That name, which I disdain to speak again, 
 I need not have sought your abject fortunes, 
 Come to partake your fate, to die with you. — 
 What hindered me to have led my conquering eagles 
 To fill Octavius's bands ? I could have been 
 A traitor then, a glorious, happy traitor, 
 And not have been so called. 
 
 AnU Forgive me, soldier ; 
 I've been too passionate. 
 
 Vent. You thought me false ; 
 Thought my old age betrayed you. Kill me, sir, 
 Pray kill me ; yet you need not ; your unkindness 
 Has left your sword no work. 
 
 Ant. I did not think so ; 
 I said it in my rage : prithee forgive me. 
 Thou only lovest, the rest have flattered me. 
 
 Vent. Heaven's blessing on your heart, for that kind word. 
 May I believe you love me? Speak again. 
 
 Ant. Indeed I do. Do with me what thou wilt : 
 Lead me to victory, thoii knowest the way. 
 Vent. And will you leave this — 
 Ant. Prithee do not curse her, 
 And I will leave her ; though Heaven knows, I love 
 Beyond life, conquest, empire, all, but honor ; 
 But I will leave her. 
 
 Vent. That's my royal master : 
 And shall we fight ? 
 
 Ant. I warrant thee, old soldier : 
 Thou shalt behold me once again in iron, 
 And at the head of our old troops, that beat 
 The Parthians, cry aloud, come, follow me ! 
 
 Vent. Methinks you breathe 
 Another soul ; your looks are more sublime ; 
 You speak a hero, and you move like Mars. 
 
 Ant. O, thou hast fired me ! My soul is up in arms ! 
 And man's each part about me. Once again 
 That noble eagerness of fight has seized me ; 
 That eagerness with which I darted upward 
 To Cassius's camp. In vain the steepy hill 
 Opposed my way ! In vain a war of spears 
 Sung round my head, and planted all my shield ! 
 
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 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 I won the trenches, while my foremost men 
 Lagged on the plain below. 
 
 Vent. Ye gods, ye gods ! 
 For such another hour ! 
 
 Ant. Come on, my soldier ; 
 Our hearts and arms are still the same. I long 
 Once more to meet our foes ; that thou and I, 
 Like Time and Death, marching before our troops, 
 May take fate to them ; mow them out a passage, 
 And, entering where the utmost squadrons yield, 
 Begin the noble harvest of the field. 
 
 XVIIL— FROM THE PEASANT BOY.— Dimond. 
 
 ALBERTI — JULIAN — MONTALDI — STEFANO — LUDOVICO — AMBROSE 
 VINCENT GUARDS, &C. 
 
 [Enter Guards^ conducting Julian — all the Characters follow, and 
 a crowd of vassals — Alberti advances to the judgment seat.) 
 Alb. My people ! — the cause of your present assemblage 
 too well is known to you. You come to witness the dispensa- 
 tions of an awful but impartial justice ; — either to rejoice in the 
 acquittal of innocence wrongfully accused, or to approve the 
 conviction of guilt, arrested in its foul career. Personal feel- 
 ings forbid me to assume this seat myself; yet fear not, but that 
 it will be filled by nobleness and honor : — to Montaldi only, I 
 resign it. 
 
 Jul. He my judge ! then I am lost indeed. (Aside.) 
 Alb. Ascend the seat, my friend, and decide from it as 
 your own virtuous conscience shall direct : this only will I say, 
 should the scales of accusation and defense poise doubtfully, let 
 mercy touch them with her downy hand, and turn the balance 
 on the gentler side. 
 
 Mon. {Ascending the seat.) Your will and honor, are my 
 only governors ! {Boies.) Julian ! stand forth ! you are charg- 
 ed with a most foul and horrible attempt upon the life of my 
 noble kinsman — the implements of murder have been found in 
 your possession, and many powerful circumstances combine to 
 fix the guilt upon you. What have you to urge in vindication ? 
 Jul. First, I swear by that power, whom vice dreads and 
 virtue reverences, that no syllable but strictest truth shall pass 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 57 
 
 my lips ; — on the evening of yesterday, I crossed the mountain 
 to the monastery of St. Bertrand — my ei*rand thither finished, 
 I returned directly to the valley. Rosalie saw me enter the 
 cottage — soon afterwards, a strange outcry recalled me to the 
 door ; a mantle spread before the threshold caught my eye ; I 
 raised it and discovered a mask within it. The mantle was 
 newly stained with blood ! consternation seized upon my soul 
 — the next minute I was surrounded by guards, and accused of 
 murder. They produced a weapon I had lost in defending my- 
 self against a ferocious animal ; confounded by terror and sur- 
 prise, I had not power to explain the truth, and loaded with 
 chains and reproaches, I was dragged to the dungeons of the 
 castle. Here my knowledge of the dark transaction ends, and 
 I have only this to add — I may become the victim of circumstance, 
 but I never have been the slave of crime ! 
 
 Mon. {Smiling ironically.) Plausibly urged — have you 
 no more to offer ? 
 
 Jul. Truth needs but few words — I have spoken ! 
 
 Mon. Yet bethink yourself — dare you abide by this wild 
 tale, and brave a sentence on no stronger plea ? 
 
 Jul. Alas ! I have none else to offer. 
 
 Mon. You say, on the evening of yesterday, you visited 
 the monastery of St. Bertrand. What was your business there ? 
 
 Jul. With father Nicolo — to engage him to marry Rosalie 
 and myself on the follovving morning. 
 
 Mon. A marriage too ! — Well ! at what time did you quit 
 the monastery ? 
 
 Jul. The bell for vesper-service had just ceased to toll. 
 
 Mon. By what path did you return to the valley 1 
 
 Jul, Across the mountain. 
 
 Mon. Did you not pass through the wood of olives, where 
 the dark deed was attempted ? 
 
 Jul. {Recollecting.) The wood of olives ? 
 
 Mon. Ha ! mark ! he hesitates — speak ! 
 
 Jul. No ! my soul scorns to tell a falsehood — I did pass 
 through the wood of olives. 
 
 Mon. Aye ! and pursuit was close behind. Stefano ! you 
 seized the prisoner ? 
 
 Stef. I did. The bloody weapon bore his name — the mask 
 and mantle were in his hands — confusion in his countenance, 
 and every limb shaking with alarm. 
 
 I Mon. Enough! heavens! that villainy so monstrous should 
 inhabit with such tender youth ! I fain would doubt, and in 
 
58 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 despite of reason, hesitate to give my sentence ; but conviction 
 glares from every point, and incredulity would now be madness. 
 Not to descant on the absurdity of your defense, a tale too wild 
 for romance itself to sanction, I find from your admission, a 
 damning chain of circumstance that confirms your criminality. 
 The time at which you passed the wood, and the hour of the 
 duke's attack, precisely correspond. Your attachment to Ro- 
 salie, presents the motive of your offense ; burning with impa- 
 tient love, knowing vanity to sway the soul of viroman, and 
 trusting to win its influence by the bribes of luxury, you sought 
 to rush on fortune by the readiest path, and snatch from the 
 unwary traveler that sudden wealth which honest labor could 
 only by slow degrees obtain. Defeated in the dark attempt, 
 you fled — pursuit was instant — your steps were traced — and at 
 the very door of your cottage, you were seized before the evi- 
 dences of your guilt could be secreted. Oh ! wretched youth, 
 I warn you to confess. Sincerity can be your only claim to 
 nfiercy. 
 
 JuL My heart will burst — but I have spoken truth : yes,- — 
 heaven knows that I have spoken truth ! 
 
 Mon. Then I must execute my duty. Death is my sentence. 
 
 JuL Hold ! — pronounce it not as yet ! 
 
 Mon. If you have any further evidence, produce it. 
 
 Jul. ( With despairing energy. ) I call on Ludovico ! 
 (Ludovico steps forvmrd with alacrity — Montaldi recoils with 
 visible trepidation.) 
 
 Lud, I am here ! 
 
 Mon. And what can he unfold ! only repeat that which we 
 already know — I will not hear him — the evidence is perfect — 
 
 Alb. (Rising with warmth.) Hold! — Montaldi — Ludovico 
 must be heard — to the ear of justice, the lightest syllable of 
 proof is precious. 
 
 Mon. {Confused.) I stand rebuked — well — Ludovico, de- 
 pose your evidence ! 
 
 Lud. Mine was the fortunate arm appointed by heaven to 
 rescue the duke — I fought with the assassin, and drove him be- 
 yond the trees into the open lawn — I there distinctly marked his 
 figure, and from the difference in the height alone, I solemnly 
 aver Julian cannot be the person. 
 
 Mon. This is no proof — the eye might easily be deceived — 
 I cannot withhold my sentence longer — 
 
 Lud, I have further matter to advance. Just before the 
 ruffian fled, he received a wound across his right hand — the 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 59 
 
 moonlight directed my blow, and showed me that the cut was 
 deep and dangerous. Julian's fingers bear no such mark. 
 
 Mon. (Evincing great emotion^ and involuntarily drawing 
 his glove closer over his hand.) A wound — mere fable — 
 
 Lud. Nay, more — the same blow struck from off one of 
 the assassin's fingers, a jewel ; it glittered as it fell : I snatched 
 it from the grass — I thrust it within my bosom, and have ever 
 since preserved it next my heart : I now produce it — 'tis here 
 — a ring — an amethyst set with brilliants ! 
 
 Alh. (Rising hastily.) What say you? an amethyst set 
 with brilliants ! even such I gave Montaldi. Let me view it ! — 
 
 (As Ludovico advances to present the ring to the duke, Mon- 
 taldi rushes with frantic impetuosity between, and attempts to 
 seize it.) 
 
 Mon. Slave ! resign the ring ! 
 
 Lud. I will yield my life sooner ! 
 
 Mon. Wretch! I will rend thy frame to atoms! (They 
 struggle with violence, Montaldi snatches at the ring, Ludovico 
 catches his hand and tears off the glove — the wound appears.) 
 
 Lud. Oh ! God ! murder is unmasked — the bloody mark is 
 here ! Montaldi is the assassin ! (All rush forward in aston- 
 ishment — Julian drops upon his knee in mute thanksgiving.) 
 
 Mon. Shame ! madness I hell ! 
 
 Alb. Eternal providence ! Montaldi a murderer ! 
 
 Mon. Aye ! accuse, and curse ! idiots ! dupes ! I heed you 
 not. I can but die ! triumph not, Alberti — I trample on thee 
 still ! (Draws a pogniard and attempts to destroy himself- — the 
 weapon is wrested from his hand by the guards.) 
 
 Alb. Fiend ! thy power to sin is past. 
 
 Mon. (Delirious with passion.) Ha! ha! ha! my brain 
 scorches, and my veins run with fire ! disgraced, dishonored ! 
 oh ! madness ! I cannot bear it — save me — oh ! (Falls insen- 
 sible into the arms of atteridants. ) 
 
 Alb. Wretched man ! bear him to his chamber — his pun- 
 ishment be hereafter. (Montaldi is carried off.) 
 
 Jul. Oh ! my joy is too full for words ! 
 
 Amb. My noble boy ! 
 
 Vin. Rosalie shall reward him. 
 
 Alb. Yes, they are children of virtue ! their happiness shall 
 be my future care. Let this day, through each returning year, 
 become a festival, on my domain. Heaven, with peculiar fa- 
 ,vor, has marked it for its own, and taught us, by the simple 
 moral of this hour, that howsoever in darkness guilt may veil 
 
60 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 its malefactions from the eye of man, an omniscient Judge will 
 penetrate each hidden sin, and still, with never-failing justice, 
 confound the vicious, and protect the good ! 
 
 JuL The peasant boy, redeemed from fate, 
 Must here for mercy sue. 
 He dares not trust decrees of state, 
 Till ratified by you. 
 
 Alb, Then gentles ! prithee grant our prayer, 
 Nor cloud the dawning joy, 
 *' Not guilty !" by your hands declare, 
 And save the peasant boy ! 
 
 XIX.— FROM DAMON AND PYTHIAS.— S-AieZ. 
 
 PHILISTIUS DIONYSIUS DAMOCLES — DAMON SENATORS 
 
 PROCLES SOLDIERS. 
 
 First Senator. So soon warned back again ! 
 
 Dionysius. So soon, good fathers. 
 My last despatches here set forth, that scarce 
 I had amassed and formed our gallant legions, 
 When, as by magic, word of the precaution 
 Was spirited to their camp — and on the word. 
 These Carthagenians took their second thought. 
 And so fell back. 
 
 Philistius. I do submit to you. 
 That out of this so happy consequence 
 Of Dionysius's movement on the citadel. 
 Not only is his pardon for the act 
 Freely drawn forth, but we are called upon 
 Our thanks most manifestly to express 
 For such a noble service. 
 
 Dion, Good Philistius, 
 I am a soldier ; yours and the state's servant, 
 And claim no notice for my duty done 
 Beyond the doing it^ — and the best thanks 
 1 merit, or can have, lie in the issue 
 Which has most happily resulted. 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. ' 61 
 
 Damocles. Nay, 
 It rests in us to say so. 
 
 Phil. Dionysius, 
 The work which of this enterprise thou hast Kiade, 
 Proves that our citadel, and its resources, 
 Have been misused and never so controlled 
 And ordered for our good, as by thyself; — 
 Therefore retain it, govern and direct it. — 
 Would the whole state were like the citadel ! 
 In hot and angry times like these, we want 
 Even such a man. 
 
 Dmn. I, from my heart, assent to 
 And second this proposal. 
 
 Dion. Most reverend fathers — 
 
 Dam, We pray thee silence, noble Dionysius ! 
 All here do know what your great modesty 
 Will urge you to submit — but I will raise 
 This envious veil wherein you shroud yourself. 
 It is the time to speak ; our country's danger 
 Calls loudly for some measure at oar hands, 
 Prompt and decisive. 
 
 Damon. ( Without.) Thou most lowly minion ! 
 I'll have thee whipped for it, and by the head 
 Made less even than thou art. {Enter Damon.) 
 
 Phil. Who breaks so rude and clamorously in 
 To scare our grave deliberations ? 
 
 Damon. A senator ! — First let me ask you why 
 Upon my w^ay here to sit down with you, 
 I have encountered in the open streets, 
 Nay, at the very threshold of your doors. 
 Soldiers and satellites arrayed and marshaled 
 With their swords out ? Why have I been obstructed 
 By an armed bandit in my peaceful walk here, 
 To take my rightful seat in the senate house ? 
 Why has a ruffian soldier privilege 
 To hold his weapon to my throat ? A tainted, 
 Disgraced, and abject traitor, Procles ? Who 
 Dared place the soldiers round the senate house ! 
 
 Phil. I pray you, fathers, let not this rash man 
 Disturb the grave and full consideration 
 Of the important matter touching which 
 We spoke ere he rushed in. 
 
 Dam. I did require 
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 To know from you, without a hand or head, 
 Such as to us hath been our Dionysius, 
 What now were our most likely fate ? 
 
 Damon, The fate 
 Of freemen in the full ; free exercise 
 Of all the noble rights that freemen love ! 
 Free in our streets to walk ; free in our councils 
 To speak- and act. 
 
 Phil. I do entreat you, senators, 
 Protect me from this scolding demagogue, 
 And let us win your 
 
 Damon. Demagogue, Philistius ! 
 Who was the demagogue, when at my challenge 
 He was denounced and silenced by the senate. 
 And your scant oratory spent itself 
 In fume and vapor ? 
 
 Dam. Silence, Damon, silence ! 
 And let the council use its privilege. 
 
 Damon- Who bids me silence 1 Damocles, the soft 
 And pliant willow, Damocles ! — But come, 
 What do you dare propose ? Come, I'll be silent. — 
 Go on. 
 
 Phil. Resolve you then, is Dionysius 
 This head indeed to us ? Acting for us— 
 Yea, governing, that long have proved we cannot, 
 Although we feign it, govern for ourselves ? 
 
 Dam. Then who so fit, in such extremity, 
 To be the single pillar, on whose strength 
 All power should rest ? 
 
 Phil. Ay, and what needs the state 
 Our crowded and contentious councils here ? 
 And therefore, senators, — countrymen, rather, 
 That we may be wiser, and better ruled 
 Than by ourselves we are ; that the state's danger 
 May be confronted boldly, and that he 
 May have but his just meed, I do submit 
 That forthwith we dissolve ourselves, and choose 
 A king in Dionysius. 
 
 Damon. King ! a king 1 
 
 First Sen. I do approve it. 
 
 Second Sen. Ay, and I, 
 
 Dam. And all ! 
 
 Damon. And all ! are all content ? 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 63 
 
 A nation's right betrayed, 
 
 And all content ! O slaves ! O parricides ! 
 
 O, by the brightest hope a just man has, 
 
 I blush to look around and call you men ! 
 
 What ! with your own free willing hands yield up 
 
 The ancient fabric of your constitution, 
 
 To be a garrison, a common barrack, 
 
 A common guard house, and for common cut throats ! 
 
 What ! will ye all combine to tie a stone 
 
 Each to each other's necks, and drown like dogs 
 
 Within the tide of time, and never float 
 
 To after ages, or at best, but float 
 
 A buoyant pestilence ? Can ye but dig 
 
 Your own dark graves, creep into them, and die ! 
 
 Third Sen. I have not sanctioned it. 
 
 Fourth Sen. Nor I. 
 
 Fifth Sen. Nor I. 
 
 Damon. O ! thanks for these few voices ! but alas ! 
 How lonely do they sound ! Do you not all 
 Start up at once, and cry out liberty ? 
 Are you so bound in fetters of the mind, 
 That there you sit as if you were yourselves 
 Incorporate with the marble ? Syracusans ! — 
 But, no ! I will not rail, nor chide, nor curse ye ! 
 I will implore you, fellow countrymen ; 
 With blinded eyes, and weak and broken speech, 
 I will implore you. — O ! I am weak in words. 
 But I could bring such advocates before you ; — 
 Your fathers' sacred images ; old men 
 That have been grandsires ; women with their children, 
 Caught up in fear and hurry, in their arms — 
 And those old men should lift their shivering voices, 
 And palsied hands — and those affi'ighted mothers 
 Should hold their innocent infants forth, and ask, 
 Could you make slaves of them ? 
 
 FMl. I dissolve the senate 
 At its own vote and instance. (Leaves his seat.) 
 
 Dam. And all hail ! 
 Hail, Dionysius, king of Syracuse ! 
 
 Dion. Is this the vote ? 
 
 Damon. There is no vote ! Philistius, 
 Hold you your seat ; keep in your places, senators. 
 
 Dion. I ask, is this the vote ? 
 
64 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Phil It is the vote, 
 My gracious liege and sovereign ! , 
 
 Damon. I say nay ! 
 You have not voted, Naxillus, nor Petus — 
 Nor you, nor you, nor you. 
 
 Fhil. In my capacity 
 As head and organ of the city council, 
 I do asseverate it is the vote ! 
 
 ( They all kneel to Bionysius, except Damon.) 
 
 Dion. 1 thank you, friends and countrymen, I thank ye ! 
 
 Damon. O, all the gods, my country, O, my country ! 
 
 Dion. And that we may have leisure to put on 
 With fitting dignity our garb of power, 
 We do now, first assuming our own right. 
 Command from this, that was the senate house, 
 Those rash, tumultuous men, who still would tempt 
 The city's peace with wild vociferation, 
 And vain contentious rivalry. Begone ! 
 
 Damon. I stand 
 A senator within the senate house. 
 
 Dion. Traitor ! and dost thou dare me to my face ? 
 
 Damon. Traitor ! to whom ? to thee 1 — O, Syracuse, 
 Is this thy registered doom ? To have no meaning 
 For the proud names of liberty and virtue, 
 But as some regal braggart sets it down 
 In his vocabulary ? And the sense, 
 The broad, bright sense that nature hath assigned them 
 In her infallible volume, interdicted 
 For ever from thy knowledge ; or if seen, 
 And known, and put in use, denounced as treasonable, 
 And treated thus ? — No, Dionysius, no ! ^ 
 I am no traitor ! But in mine allegiance 
 To my lost country, I proclaim thee one ! 
 
 Dion. My guards there ! Ho ! 
 
 Damon. What ! hast thou then invoked 
 Thy satellites already ? {Enter Procles and soldiers. ) 
 
 Dion. Seize him ! 
 
 {Damon rushes on Dionysius, and attempts to stab him.) 
 
 Damon. First, 
 Receive a freeman's legacy ! — {He is intercepted by Procles.) 
 Dionysius, 
 
 Thy genius is triumphant, and old Syracuse 
 Bows her to the dust at last ! — 'Tis done ; 'tis over, 
 And we are slaves forever ! 
 
SERIOTJS AND SENTIMENTAL. 65 
 
 Dion, We reserve 
 This proud assassinating demagogue, 
 Who whets his dagger on philosophy, 
 For — an example to his cut throat school ! — 
 The axe, and not the sword. Out of his blood 
 We'll mix a cement to our monarchy. — 
 Here do we doom him to a public death ! 
 
 Damon. Death's the best gift to one who never yet 
 Wished to survive his country. Here are men 
 Fit for the life a tyrant can bestow ! 
 Let such as these live on. 
 
 Dion. Hold thou there ! 
 Lest having stirred our vengeance into wrath. 
 It reach unto those dearer than thyself. 
 Ha ! have I touched thee, Damon ? Is there a way 
 To level thee unto the feebleness 
 Of universal nature ? What, no word ? 
 Come, use thy time, my brave philosopher ! 
 Soon will thy tongue cleave, an unmoving lump 
 Of thickest silence and oblivion. 
 And that same wide and sweeping hand of thine, 
 Used to the orator's high attitude. 
 Lie at thy side in inutility. 
 Thou hast few moments left ! 
 
 Damon, I know thee well — 
 Thou art wont to use tliy tortures on the heart, 
 Watching its agonizing throbs, and making 
 A science of that fell anatomy ! 
 These are thy bloody metaphysics — this 
 Thy barbarous philosophy. — I own 
 Thou hast struck thy venomed sting into my soul. 
 But while I am wounded, I despise thee still ! 
 My wife ! my child ! — O, Dionysius, 
 Thou shouldst have spared me that ! — Procles, lead on. 
 
 XX.— FROM AIuASCO.—Shee. 
 
 ALASCO — CONRAD MALINSKI RIENSKI. 
 
 Rienski. Conrad, you are warm, and misconceive Malinski. 
 Engaged, as we are, in a noble cause, 
 Contention now were fatal to our hopes. 
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 { Conrad. Then let our conduct, like our cause, be noble. 
 
 i I do not seek contention, gentlemen ! 
 
 I Nor will I turn me from an honest course, 
 
 ( To shun it. 
 
 j Malinski. Conrad, I perceive your aim ; 
 
 [ 'Tis to thwart me, that you would shield this Walsingham : 
 
 I He is no friend of yours. 
 
 ^ Con. No. If he were, 
 
 And you had marked him on your bloody scroll. 
 By heaven ! my sword had soon effaced the record, 
 Rien. Why, then, are you so forward to defend him ? 
 Con. Because I hate hypocrisy, and scorn 
 The artifice that covers base revenge. 
 Walsingham's a brave old soldier, and deserves 
 A better fate, than thus to be dispatched 
 By malice, in a muster roll of knaves. 
 Mai Malice ! 
 
 Con. Yes, malice. I do not wear a mask, 
 Nor play the patriot for my private ends. 
 Mai. Dare you insinuate— 
 Con. No, I assert. 
 Mai What? 
 
 Con. That you are a knave, Malinski. 
 Mai A knave ! 
 i Con. Yes, to be a knave is promotion for a fool, 
 
 And you should thank me for the title. 
 
 Mai Gods! 
 Shall I bear this insolence ! [Draws — the rest interfere to pre- 
 vent Tiim.) 
 Con. Nay, let him rag^ — 
 I have a specific here for his complaint, [Draws.) 
 That never failed me. 
 : Rien. Gentlemen, for shame ! 
 
 And Conrad, you — the soul of all our councils ! 
 \ What discontents you, that in anger thus. 
 
 You flash upon your friends ? 
 1 Con. Then, to be plain, 
 
 I do not like this process we are engaged in. 
 
 I am a soldier ; and in way of trade, 
 
 Have seldom been thought squeamish with my foes, 
 
 When dealing face to face, and hand to hand ; — 
 
 But in this cold blood game of policy. 
 
 To play with lives like countersi, and to sit 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 67 
 
 Like undertakers, measuring men for shrouds — 
 'Tis not a soldier's office ! 
 
 Rien. These are scruples, 
 Fantastic honor starts in gallant minds ; 
 'Twere weakness to indulge them. — Count Alasco ! 
 
 (Enter Alasco. — They all rise.) 
 Welcome, brave chief! our sanction and our strength ! 
 Your presence breathes new vigor in our hearts, 
 And winds up our intents at once to action. 
 
 Alasco. Brave friends and countrymen ! why late I come 
 Amongst you, and so long have stood aloof, 
 As one who seemed indifferent, or adverse 
 To the great cause that moves you, you have heard 
 Already from my friend. You will not doubt 
 My zeal, though tardy. 'Tis indeed most true, 
 I have not stirred you to this enterprise. 
 I would not idly mouth your wrongs, nor seek 
 To fire the train of fury in your hearts, 
 'Till injuries past sufferance, as past hope. 
 Should blaze the exploding vengeance on your foes, 
 And make it policy, as well as justice. 
 Revolt's a desperate game, that none should play, 
 Who feel they've aught to lose, which they prize more 
 Than liberty. 
 
 Rien. Noble Alasco ! we 
 Are resolved to die, or free our country. 
 
 Alas. O ! brave alternative, and worthy heroes ! 
 ( They all draw their swords, and exclaim^) 
 Alasco and our country ! — liberty or death ! 
 
 Alas. Then, since your hearts are wound up to this pitch, 
 And, edged with wrongs, your unsuborned swords 
 Have leaped their scabbards thus, behold ! at once 
 I pledge me to your purpose. 
 Yes, from this moment, do I here suspend 
 All private functions — supersede all claims — 
 All duties of my station and degree. 
 Which might disturb me in this glorious course, 
 -And give myself up wholly to my country. 
 
 Mai. We will assert our freedom, and inflict 
 A signal vengeance. 
 
 {Several voices heard.) Yes, revenge and liberty. 
 
 Alas. Then let our liberty be our revenge- 
 But now, my friends ! to business, for the time 
 
68 . RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Is critical. — His late defeat, I fear, 
 Has startled Hohendahl to vigilance, 
 And waked him to a danger he despised. 
 Let each man muster all his force, and march 
 In midnight silence to the appointed ground, 
 Behind the abbey church. To-morrow's dawn 
 Must see us in the field. If we surprise 
 The castle, ere such succors shall arrive, 
 As may defy our strength, we strike a blow, 
 That sets wise speculation on our side. 
 And wins at once the wavering multitude. 
 
 Mai. By heaven ! we'll burn the castle to the ground, 
 And in its ruins bury all its inmates. 
 
 Alas, Sir ! let us fight like men, in the fair field. 
 Strike, where our liberties demand the blow, — 
 But spare, where only cowards would inflict it. 
 
 Mai. We may be too magnanimous, my lord. 
 And in our lenity, betray our country. 
 
 Alas. Nay, do not hold that maxim ! of all traitors, 
 The worst is he, who stains his country's cause 
 With cruelty ; making it hideous in 
 The general eye, and fearful to its friends. 
 
 Con. By Mars ! that touches home. {Aside.) 
 Then as our chief, 
 'Tis fit that you peruse this document. 
 
 {Takes up a paper and presents it to Alasco.) 
 
 Alas. What is its purport, Conrad ? 
 
 Con. O ! promotions ! 
 The staff of a new corps of skeletons — 
 A kind of scarecrow company ! — to serve 
 In shrouds and winding sheets. — 
 
 Alas, {Reading.) What! a proscription ? — Colonel Wal- 
 singham ! 
 
 Con. Yes, yes ! you'll find some friends upon the list. 
 
 Mien. Conrad ! your humor lacks discretion here. 
 
 Mai. There is not a man among us but may plead 
 A spirit smarting from some grievous wrong. 
 To justify his vengeance. 
 
 Alas. Sir, what wrong 
 Procured the honored name of Walsingham, 
 A place on such a list ? 
 
 Mai. He is an Englishman ! 
 
 Alas, Yes, and his virtues well sustain a name 
 Long dear to feedom. 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 69 
 
 Mai. He is a heretic ! 
 Foe to our faith, our freedom, and our country. 
 But — he has a handsome daughter. 
 
 Alas. Sir, beware ! 
 That lady's name is not to be profaned 
 By vulgar mouths, nor mingled with the sounds, 
 That from a ruffian's tongue would stimulate 
 To murder. 
 
 Mai. Murder! 
 
 Con. Never flinch, man ! no ! 
 
 Alas. (Looking round with indignation.) And have you 
 all combined in this foul compact ? 
 All signed and sealed this instrument of blood ? 
 Are we met here, in dark conspiracy 
 To club our mite of malice and revenge — 
 For each with cunning cowardice to graft 
 His private wrongs upon the public stock, 
 And make the state his champion ? 
 
 Rien. Noble Alasco ! 
 If we through over zeal, have erred in this. 
 You are our chief, and may annul our purpose. 
 
 Alas. {Tearing the paper.) Then, thus I use my privilege ! 
 sacred powers ! 
 I thought I had joined me to a noble band. 
 
 Rien. And such, we dare assert, our deeds shall prove us 
 
 Alas. Away ! you will crouch like slaves, or kill like cow- 
 ards. — 
 What ! you have swords ! by heaven you dare not use them ! 
 A sword is the brave man's weapon — you mistake 
 Your instruments — knives — daggers best become you ! 
 Heavens ! am I leagued with cut throats and assassins ? 
 With wretches, who at midnight lurk in caves, 
 'J'o mark their prey, and meditate their murders ? 
 Well then ! to your office — if you must stab. 
 Begin with me ; — here — here, plant all your daggers ! 
 Much rather would I as your victim die. 
 Than live as your accomplice. 
 
 Rien. Spare us, my lord ! 
 Nor press this past endurance ; your reproof 
 Has sunk into our hearts, and shamed away 
 All passions but for freedom, and our country. 
 
 Alas. Your country's freedom ! say your own discharge 
 From wholesome rule and honest industry ! — 
 
70 KHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 You mean immunity for blood and spoil ; — 
 The privilege of wild riot and revenge ; — 
 The liberty of lawless depredation. 
 
 Con. (Advancing earnestly.) O ! brave friends ! 
 Or let me close this breach, or perish in it ! 
 For 'tis a gap that's wide enough for ruin. 
 Come ! let us clear our honor, and our cause, 
 At once, from this foul taint ; let each man here, 
 Who bears a patriot's heart, draw forth his sword, 
 And on that hallowed cross, the soldier holds 
 An emblem of his faith, defense, and service, 
 Swear to repress all promptings of revenge, 
 All private interests, ends, and enmities; 
 And as he hopes for honor, fame, or safety, 
 Seek alone his country's weal, and freedom. 
 (The chiefs all draw their swords, kneel down and kiss the hilt.) 
 
 Rien. We swear — and as our hearts are in the oath, 
 So may our wishes prosper ! 
 
 Alas. (Kneels also. ) Record it, heaven ! 
 And in a cause so just, vouchsafe thy guidance. (They all rise.) 
 This solemn sanction, Conrad, reassures me. 
 Now, once again, 1 pledge me to your fortunes. 
 My friends, your hands ! 
 
 Whate'er of comment harsh, in heat has passed, 
 To chafe, or wound one generous spirit here, 
 Your candor, sirs, will in its cause excuse. 
 
 Rien. The fault is ours — we own it, and our swords 
 To-morrow shall redeem it on the foe. 
 
 Alas. Then to our work like men, who are fit for liberty ! 
 Fierce in the field as tigers for our rights, 
 But when the sword is sheathed, the friends of peace, 
 And firm, for law and justice. 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 71 
 
 XXL— FROM C AT O.— Addison. 
 
 CATO FORTIUS — LUCIUS — JUBA MARCIA. 
 
 10 
 
 Portius.^You ttnoto, K*"0 xditim XiU t!)atx tiisoijeg gou. 
 Scene. — A Chamber. 
 
 {Cato, solus J sitting in a thoughtful posture; in his hand, 
 Plato's book on the Immortality of the Soul ; a drawn sword on 
 the table by him.) 
 
 Cato. It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well — 
 Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, 
 This longing after immortality? 
 Or whence this secret dread, this inward horror, 
 Of falling into nought ! Why shrinks the soul 
 Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 
 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 
 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, 
 And intimates eternity to man. 
 Eternity ! thou pleasing, dreadful thought ! 
 Through what variety of untried being, 
 Through what new scenes and changes, must we pass? 
 The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me : 
 But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. 
 Here will I hold. If there's a power above us, 
 (And that there is, all Nature cries aloud 
 
72 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Through all her works,) he must delight in virtue ; 
 And that which he delights in must be happy ; 
 But when, or where ? — This world was made for Ciesar. 
 I'm weary of conjectures ; — this must end them. 
 
 (Laying his hand on his sword.) 
 Thus am I doubly armed : my death and life, 
 My bane and antidote, are both before me. 
 This in a moment brings me to an end ; 
 But this informs me I shall never die. 
 The soul, secured in her existence, smiles 
 At the drawn dagger, and defies its point. 
 The stars shall fade away, the sun himself 
 Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, 
 But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, 
 Unhurt amidst the war of elements, 
 The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds. 
 What means this heaviness that hangs upon me ? 
 This lethargy that creeps through all my senses ? 
 Nature, oppressed and harassed out with care. 
 Sinks down to rest. This once I'll favor her. 
 That my awakened soul may take her flight, 
 Renewed in all her strength, and fresh with life, 
 An offering fit for Heaven. Let guilt or fear 
 Disturb man's rest, Cato knows neither of them. 
 Indifferent in his clioice, to sleep or die. 
 {Enter Par tins.) 
 But, ha ! who's this ? my son ! Why this intrusion ? 
 Were not my orders that I would be private ? 
 Why am I disobeyed ? 
 
 Fortius. Alas, my father ! 
 What means this sword, this instrument of death ? 
 Let me convey it hence. 
 
 Cato. Rash youth, forbear. 
 
 For. Oh, let the prayers, the entreaties of your friends, 
 Their tears, their common danger, wrest it from you. 
 
 Calo. Wouldst thou betray me? Wouldst thou give nieup 
 A slave, a captive, into Csesar's hands ? 
 Retire, and learn obedience to a father. 
 Or know, young man 
 
 For. Look not thus sternly on me ; 
 You ktioto, K'tf ratjcr Xrfe tftnn liiso&es ^ou. 
 
 Cato. 'Tis well ! again I'm master of myself. 
 Now, Csesar, let thy troops beset our gates, 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. "73 
 
 And bar each avenue ; thy gathering fleets 
 O'erspread the sea, and stop up every port, 
 Cato shall open to himself a passage, 
 And mock thy hopes. — 
 
 Por. (Kneeling.) Oh, Sir, forgive your son, 
 VVhose grief hangs heavy on him. Oh, my father ! 
 How am I sure it is not the last time 
 I e'er shall call you so ? Be not displeased, 
 Oh, be not angry with me whilst I weep. 
 And, in the anguish of my heart, beseech you 
 To quit the dreadful purpose of your soul ! 
 Cato. Thou hast been ever good and dutiful. 
 
 (Embracing him.) 
 Weep not, my son, all will be well again ; 
 The righteous gods, whom I have sought to please, 
 Will succor Cato, and preserve his children. 
 
 Por. Your words give comfort to my drooping heart. 
 Cato. Fortius, thou mayest rely upon my conduct. 
 Thy father will not act what misbecomes him. 
 But go, my son, and see if aught be wanting 
 Among thy father's friends ; see them embarked, 
 And tell me if the winds and seas befriend them. 
 My soul is quite weighed down with care, and asks 
 The soft refreshment of a moment's sleep. 
 Por. My thoughts are more at ease, my heart revives. — 
 
 (Exit Cato.) 
 (Enter Marcia.) ^ 
 Oh, Marcia ! Oh, my sister ! still there's hope 
 Our father will not cast away a life 
 So needful to us all, and to his country. 
 He is retired to rest, and seems to cherish 
 Thoughts full of peace. — He has despatched me hence 
 With orders that bespeak a mind composed, 
 And studious for the safety of his friends. 
 Marcia, take care that none disturb his slumbers. (Exit.) 
 
 Marcia. Oh, ye immortal powers, that guard the just. 
 Watch round his couch, and soften his repose ; 
 Banish his sorrows, and becalm his soul ' 
 
 With easy dreams ; remember all his virtues, 
 A.nd show mankind that goodness is your care ! 
 (Enter Lucius. ) 
 Luc. Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man ! 
 Oh, Marcia, I have seen thy godlike father ; 
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74 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES 
 
 Some power invisible supports his soul, 
 
 And bears it up in all its wonted greatness. 
 
 A kind, refreshing sleep is fallen upon him : 
 
 I saw him stretched at ease, his fancy lost 
 
 In pleasing dreams ; as I drew near his couch, 
 
 He smiled, and cried, Csesar. thou canst not hurt me. 
 
 Marcia. His mind still labors with some dreadful thought. 
 (Enter Fortius.) 
 
 For, Oh, sight of wo ! 
 Oh, Marcia, what we feared is come to pass ! 
 Cato has fallen upon his sword 
 
 Luc. Oh, Fortius, 
 Hide all the horrors of thy mournful tale, 
 And let us guess the rest. 
 
 For. I've raised him up, 
 And placed him in his chair ; where, pale and faint. 
 He gasps for breath, and, as his hfe flows from him, 
 Demands to see his friends. His servants, weeping, 
 Obsequious to his order, bear him hither ! — 
 
 Marcia. Oh, Heaven ! assist me in this dreadful hour. 
 To pay the last sad duties to my father ! 
 
 {Cato brought on^ in a chair.) 
 
 Juha. These are thy triumphs, thy exploits, O Csesar I 
 
 Luc. Now is Rome fallen indeed ! 
 
 Cato. Here set me down 
 
 Fortius, come near me. — Are my friends embarked ? 
 Can any thing be thought of for their service ? 
 
 Whilst I yet live, let me not live in vain 
 
 Oh, bend me forward ! — Oh, when shall I get loose 
 
 From this vain world, the abode of guilt and sorrow ! 
 
 And yet, methinks, a beam of light breaks in 
 
 On my departing soul. Alas ! I fear 
 
 I've been too hasty ! — Oh, ye powers, that search 
 
 The heart of man, and weigh his inmost thoughts, 
 
 If I have done amiss, impute it not — 
 
 The best may err, but you are good, and — Oh ! (Dies.) 
 
 Luc. There fled the greatest soul that ever warmed 
 A Roman breast— Oh, Cato ! oh, my friend ! 
 Thy will shall be religiously observed. 
 But let us bear this awful corpse to Csesar, 
 And lay it in his sight, that it may stand 
 A fence betwixt us and the victor's wrath : 
 Cato, though dead, shall still protect his friends. 
 
 (Exeunt.) 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 7^ 
 
 XXII.— FROM JULIUS CMSAR.—Shakspeare. 
 
 BRUTUS — CASSIUS. 
 Tent Scene. 
 
 Cassius. That you have wronged me, doth appear in this : 
 You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella 
 For taking bribes here of the Sardinians ; 
 Wherein my letter (praying on his side, 
 Because I knew the man) was slighted of. 
 
 Brutus. You wronged yourself, to write in such a case. 
 
 Cas, At such a time as this it is not meet 
 That every nice offense should bear its comment. 
 
 Bru. Yet let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself 
 Are much condemned to have an itching palm ; 
 To sell and mart your offices for gold, 
 To undeservers. 
 
 Cas. I an itching palm ? 
 
 You know that you are Brutus that speak this, 
 Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. 
 
 Bru. The name of Cassius honors this corruption, 
 And chastisement doth therefore hide its head. 
 
 Cas. Chastisement ! — 
 
 Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember ! 
 Did not great Julius bleed for justice's sake ? 
 What villain touched his body, that did stab, 
 And not for justice 1 What, shall one of us, 
 That struck the foremost man of all this world, 
 But for supporting robbers ; shall we now 
 Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ? 
 And sell the mighty meed of our large honors 
 For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? 
 I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon. 
 Than such a Roman. 
 
 Cas. Brutus, bay not me ; 
 I'll not end-ure it : you forget yourself, 
 To hedge me in ; I am a soldier, I, 
 Older in practice, abler than yourself 
 To make conditions. 
 
 Bru. "^Go to ; you are not, Cassius. 
 
 Cas, I am. 
 
76 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 JBru, I say you are not. 
 
 Cas, Urge me no more : I shall forget myself-— 
 Have mind upon your health — tempt me no farther. 
 Bru. Away, slight man ! 
 Cas, Is it possible ? 
 Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. 
 Must I give way and room to your rash choler ? 
 Shall 1 be frighted when a madman stares ? 
 
 Cas. O gods ! ye gods ! must I endure all this ? 
 Bru. All this ! ay, more. — Fret till your proud heart break ! 
 Go, tell your slaves how choleric you are, 
 And make your bondmen trenible. Must I budge ? 
 Must I observe you ? Must I stand and crouch 
 Under your testy humor ? By the gods, 
 You shall digest the venom of your spleen, 
 Though it doth split you : for, from this day forth, 
 I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, 
 When you are waspish. 
 Cas. Is it come to this ? 
 Bru. You say, you are a better soldier : 
 Let it appear so ; make your vaunting true, 
 And it shall please me well. For mine own part, 
 I shall be glad to learn of noble men. 
 
 Cas. You wrong me every way — you wrong me, Brutus ; 
 I said an elder soldier, not a better ; 
 Did I say better ? 
 
 Bru. If you did, I care not. 
 
 Cas. When Csesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me. 
 Bru. Peace, peace ; you durst not so have templed him. 
 Cas. I durst not ! 
 Bru. No. 
 
 Cas. What ? durst not tempt him ? 
 Bru. For your life you durst not. 
 Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love ; 
 I may do what I shall be sorry for. 
 
 Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for. 
 There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats ; 
 For I am armed so strong in honesty. 
 That they pass by me as the idle wind. 
 Which I respect not. I did send to you 
 For certain sums of gold, which you denied me ; 
 For I can raise no money by vile means. 
 By Heaven, I had rather coin my heart, 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 77 
 
 And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring 
 From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash 
 By any indirection. I did send 
 To you for gold to pay my legions, 
 Which you denied me : was that done like Cassius ? 
 Should I have answered Caius Cassius so ; 
 When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, 
 To lock such rascal counters from his friends, 
 Be ready, gods, with all your thunder bolts ! 
 Dash him to pieces ! 
 
 Cas. I denied you not. 
 
 Bru. You did. 
 
 Cas, I did not — he was but a fool 
 That brought my answer back. — Brutus hath rived my heart. 
 A friend should bear a friend's infirmities ; 
 But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. 
 
 Bru, I do not. — Still you practice them on me. 
 
 Cas, You love me not. 
 
 Bru. I do not like your faults. 
 
 Cas, A friendly eye could never see such faults. 
 
 Bru, A flatterer's would not, though they do appear 
 As huge as high Olympus. 
 
 Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come ! 
 Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, 
 For Cassius is a- weary of the world ; 
 Hated by one he loves ; braved by his brother ; 
 Checked like a bondman ; all his faults observed, 
 Set in a note-book, learned and conned by rote, 
 To cast into my teeth. O ! I could weep 
 My spirit from mine eyes ! — There is my dagger, 
 And here my naked breast — within, a heart 
 Dearer than Plutus'a mine, richer than gold ! 
 If thou needest a Roman's, take it forth. 
 I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart : 
 Stike as thou didst at Csesar ; for I know, 
 When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better 
 Than ever thou lovedst Cassius. 
 
 Bru. Sheathe your dagger ; 
 Be angry when you will, it shall have scope ; 
 Do what you will, dishonor shall be humor. 
 O Cassius ! you are yoked with a lamb. 
 That carries anger as the flint bears fire ; 
 7* 
 
78 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Which, much enforced, shows a hasty spark. 
 And straight is cold again. 
 
 Cas. Hath Cassius lived 
 To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, 
 When grief, and blood ill-tempered, vexeth him ? 
 
 Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered too. 
 
 Cas. Do you confess so much ? Give me your hand. 
 
 Bru. And my heart too. 
 
 Cas. O Brutus ! 
 
 Bru. What's the matter ? 
 
 Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me, 
 When that rash humor which my mother gave me, 
 Makes me forgetful ? 
 
 Bru. Yes, Cassius, and from henceforth, 
 When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, 
 He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so. 
 
 XXIIL— FROM ALFRED THE GREAT.— Thompson. 
 
 ALFRED DEVON. 
 
 Alfred. How long, O ever gracious heaven, how long 
 Shall war thus desolate this prostrate land ? 
 All, all is lost — and Alfred lives to tell it ! 
 His cities laid in dust ! his subjects slaughtered, 
 Or into slaves debased ; the murderous foe 
 Proud and exulting in the general shame ! — 
 Are these things so ? and he without the means 
 Of great revenge ! cast down below the hope 
 Of succoring those he weeps for ! O despair ! 
 grief of griefs ! 
 
 ifevon. Old as I am, my liege, 
 In rough war hardened, and with death familiar, 
 These eyes have long forgot to melt with softness : 
 But O, my gracious master, they have seen— 
 All pitying heaven ! — such sights of ruthless rage, 
 Of total desolation. — 
 
 Alfred. O my people ! 
 O ruined England ! — Devon, those were blest 
 Who died before this time. Ha ! and those robbers, 
 That violate the sanctity of leagues, 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 79 
 
 The reverend seal of oaths ; that basely broke, 
 
 Like mighty ruffians, on the hour of peace, 
 
 And stole a victory from men unarmed, 
 
 Those Danes enjoy their crimes ! Dread vengeance ! son 
 
 Of power and justice ! come, arrayed in terrors, 
 
 Thy garments red with blood, thy keen sword drawn, 
 
 come, and on the heads of faithless men 
 Pour ample retribution ! men whose triumph 
 Upbraids eternal justice. — But no more : 
 Submission is heaven's due. — I will not launch 
 Into the dark abyss, where thought must drown. 
 Proceed, my lord ; on with the mournful tale 
 My griefs broke off. 
 
 Devon. From yonder heath crowned hill, 
 This island's eastern point, where in one stream 
 The Thone and Parrot roll their blending waves, 
 
 1 looked , and saw the progress of the foe, 
 As of some tempest, some devouring fire, 
 That ruins without mercy where it spreads 
 The riches of the year ; the golden grain, 
 
 That liberal crowned our plains, lies trampled wide 
 By hostile feet, or rooted up : and waste 
 Deforms the broad highway. From space to space, 
 Far as my straining eye could shoot its beam, 
 Trees, cottages, and castles, smoke to heaven 
 In one ascending cloud. But, oh, for pity ! 
 That way, my lord, where yonder verdant height 
 Declining slides into a fruitful vale, 
 Unsightly now, and bare ; a few poor hinds, '^ 
 Gray haired and thinly clad, stood and beheld 
 The common ravage : motionless and mute, 
 With hands to heaven upraised, they stood and wept — 
 My tears attended theirs. — 
 Alfred. If this sad sight 
 Could pain thee to such anguish, what must I, 
 Their king and parent, feel ! — It is a torment 
 Beyond their strength of patience to endure. 
 Why end I not at once, this wretched being ? 
 The means are in my hand. — But shall a prince 
 Thus poorly shroud him in the grave from pain, 
 And sense of shame ? The madman, nay, the coWcird 
 Has often dared the same. A monarch holds 
 His life in trust for others. I will live then ; 
 Let heaven dispose the rest. 
 
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 Devon. Thrice noble Alfred, 
 And England's only hope, whose virtues raise 
 Our frail mortality, our human dust, 
 Up to angelic splendor and perfection ; 
 With you to bear the worst of ills, the spoil 
 Of wasteful war, the loss of life or freedom, 
 Is happiness, is glory. 
 
 Alfred. Ah, look round thee : 
 That mud-built cottage is thy sovereign's palace. 
 Yon hind, whose daily toil is all his wealth. 
 Lodges and feeds him. Are these times for flattery, 
 Or call it praise ? Such gaudy attributes 
 Would misbecome our best and proudest fortunes. 
 But what are mine ? what is this high praised Alfred ? 
 Among ten thousand wretches most undone. 
 That prince who sees his country laid in ruins, 
 His subjects perishing beneath the sword 
 Of foreign rage, who sees, and cannot save them, 
 Is but supreme in misery. 
 
 Devon. My liege, 
 Who has not known ill fortune, never knew 
 Himself or his own virtue. Be of comfort ; 
 We can but die at last. Till that hour comes, 
 Let nobler anger keep our hopes alive. 
 A sudden thought, as if from heaven inspired, 
 Darts on my soul. Yon castle is still ours. 
 Though close begirt and shaken by the Danes. 
 In this disguise, my chance of passing on, 
 Of entering there unknown, is promising. 
 And wears a lucky face. 'Tis our last stake. 
 And I will play it like a man, whose life. 
 Whose honor hangs upon a single cast. 
 Meanwhile, my lord — 
 
 Alfred. Ha ! Devon, thou hast roused 
 My slumbering virtue. I applaud thy thought, 
 The praise of this brave daring shall be thine ; 
 The danger shall be common. We will both 
 Strait tempt the Danish camp, and gain this fort, 
 To animate our brothers of the war, 
 Those Englishmen who yet deserve that name. 
 And here, eternal justice ! if my life 
 Can make atonement for them. King of kings ! 
 Accept thy willing victim. On my head 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 81 
 
 Be all their woes. To them be grace and mercy. 
 Come on, my noble friend. 
 
 Devon, Ah, good my liege ! 
 What fits a private valor, and might grace 
 The simple soldier's courage, would proclaim 
 His general's rashness You are England's king : 
 Your infant children, and your much loved queen ; 
 Nay, more, the public weal, ten thousand souls. 
 Whose hope you are, whose all depends on you, 
 Forbid this enterprise. 'Tis nobler virtue 
 To check this ardor, to reserve your sword 
 For some great day of known and high import ; 
 That to your country, to the judging world, 
 Shall satisfy all hazards you may run. 
 This trial suits but me. 
 
 Alfred. Well, go, my friend ; 
 If thou shalt prosper, thou wilt call me hence 
 To head my people, from their fears recovered. 
 May that good angel who inspired thy thought, 
 Throw round thy steps a veil of cloudy air, 
 That thou mayest walk invisible and safe. (Exit Devon.) 
 He is gone — and now, without a friend to aid me, 
 I stand alone, abandoned to the gloom 
 Of my sad thoughts. — Said I without a friend ? 
 Oh blasphemous distrust ! have I not thee, 
 All powerful Friend and Guardian of the righteous, 
 Have I not thee to aid me ? Let that thought 
 Support my drooping soul. (Exit.) 
 
 Scene Second. 
 ALFRED — DEVON. 
 
 Alfred. My friend returned ! 
 O welcome, welcome ! but what happy tidings 
 Smile in thy cheerful countenance ? 
 
 Devon, My liege, 
 Your troops have been successful. — But to heaven 
 Ascend the praise ! For sure the event exceeds 
 The hand of man. 
 
 Alfred. How was it, noble Devon ? 
 
 Devon. You know my castle is not hence far distant. 
 Thither I sped, and, in a Danish habit, 
 
82 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 The trenches passing, by a secret way- 
 Known to myself alone, emerged at once 
 Amid my joyful soldiers. There I found 
 A generous few, the veteran hardy gleanings 
 Of many a hapless fight. They with a fierce 
 Heroic fire inspirited each other ; 
 Resolved on death, disdaining to survive 
 Their dearest country. — " If we fall," I cried, 
 " Let us not tamely fall like cowards ! 
 No : let us live — or let us die, like men ! 
 Come on, my friends : to Alfred we will cut 
 Our glorious way ; or, as we nobly perish, 
 Will offer to the genius of our country 
 Whole hecatombs of Danes." — As if one soul 
 Had moved them all, around their heads they flashed 
 Their flaming falchions. — " Lead us to those Danes ! 
 Our country ! — vengeance !" — was the general cry. 
 Straight on the careless drowsy camp we rushed, 
 And rapid, as the flame 'devours the stubble. 
 Bore down the heartless Danes. With this success 
 Our enterprise increased. Not now contented 
 To hew a passage through the flying herd, 
 We, unremitting, urged a total rout. 
 The valiant Hubba bites the bloody field. 
 With twice six hundred Danes around him strewed. 
 
 Alfred, My glorious friend ! this action has restored 
 Our sinking country. — 
 But where, my noble cousin, are the rest 
 Of our brave troops ? 
 
 Devon. On the other side the stream. 
 That half encloses this retreat, I left them. 
 Roused from the fear, with which it was congealed 
 As in a frost, the country pours amain. 
 The spirit of our .ancestors is up, 
 The spirit of the free ! and with a voice 
 That breathes success, they all demand their king. 
 
 Alfred. Quick let us join them, and improve their ardor. 
 We cannot be too hasty to secure 
 The glances of occasion. 
 
SEIlIOrS AND SENTIMENTAL. 
 
 XXIV.— FROM BRVTVS.—Pay7ie. 
 
 BRUTUS CENTURION VALERIUS — TITUS — COLLATINUS LIC- 
 
 TORS — GUARDS PEOPLE. 
 
 Scene 1. — A Street in Rome. 
 
 {Enter Brutus and Collatinus^ as consuls^ followed by lictors, 
 guards, and people.) 
 
 Brutus. You judge me rightly, friends. The purpled robe, 
 The curule chair, the lictor's keen-edged axe, 
 Rejoice not Brutus ; — 'tis his country's freedom : 
 When once that freedom shall be firmly rooted, 
 Then, with redoubled pleasure, will your consul 
 Exchange the splendid miseries of power. 
 For the calm comforts of a happy home. {Enter Centurion.) 
 
 Centurion, Health to Brutus ! 
 Shame and confusion to the foes of Rome ! 
 
 Bru. Now, without preface, soldier, to your business. 
 
 Cent. As I kept watch at the Quirinal gate, 
 Ere break of day, an armed company 
 Burst on a sudden through the barrier guard, 
 Pushing their course for Ardea. Straight alarmed, 
 I wheeled my cohort round, and charged them home : 
 Sharp was the conflict for a while, and doubtful, 
 Till, on the seizure of Tarquinia's person, 
 A young patrician 
 
 Bru. Hah ! patrician ? 
 
 Cent, Such 
 
 His dress bespoke him, though to me unknown. 
 
 Bru. Proceed ! — what more ? 
 
 Cent. The lady being taken. 
 
 This youth, the life and leader of the band. 
 His sword high waving in the act to strike, 
 Dropt his uplifted weapon, and at once 
 Yielded himself my prisoner. — Oh, Valerius, 
 What have I said, that thus the consul changes ? 
 
 Bru. Why do you pause 1 Go on. 
 
 Cent. Their leader seized, 
 The rest surrendered. Him, a settled gloom 
 Possesses wholly ; nor, as I believe, 
 
84 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Hath a word passed his lips, to all my questions 
 Still obstinately shut. 
 
 Bru. Set him before us. (Exit Centurion.) 
 
 Valerius. Oh, my brave friend, horror invades my heart. 
 
 Bru. Silence. Be calm. 
 
 Val. I know thy soul, 
 
 A compound of all excellence, and pray 
 The mighty gods to put thee to no trial 
 Beyond a mortal bearing. 
 
 Bru. No, they will not — 
 Nay, be secure, they cannot. Pray thee, friend, 
 Look out, and if the worst that can befall me 
 Be verified, turn back. 
 Thou canst excuse this weakness, 
 Being thyself a father. [Valerius returns.) 
 
 Since it must be so, 
 
 Do your great pleasure, gods ! Now, now it comes ! 
 (Enter Titus, guarded.) 
 
 Titus. JMy father, — give me present death, ye powers ! 
 
 Cent. What have I done ! art thou the son of Brutus 1 
 
 Tit. No — Brutus scorns to father such a son ! 
 Oh, venerable judge, wilt thou not speak ? 
 Turn not away ; hither direct thine eyes. 
 And look upon this sorrow-stricken form. 
 Then to thine own great heart remit my plea, 
 And doom as nature dictates. 
 
 Val. Peace, you'll anger him — 
 
 Be silent and await ! Oh, suffering mercy. 
 Plead in a father's heart, and speak for nature ! 
 
 Bru. Come hither, Collatinus. The deep wound 
 You suffered in the loss of your Lucretia, 
 Demanded more than fortitude to bear : 
 I saw your agony — I felt your wo — 
 
 Collatinus. You more than felt it; — you revenged it too. 
 
 Bru. But, ah, my brother consul, your Lucretia 
 Fell nobly, as a Roman spirit should — 
 She fell a model of transcendent virtue. 
 
 Col. My mind misgives. What dost thou aim at, Brutus ? 
 
 Bru. (Almost overpowered.) That youth — my Titus — was 
 my age's hope — 
 I loved him more than language can express — 
 I thought him born to dignify the world. 
 
 Col, My heart bleeds for you — he may yet be saved — 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 85 
 
 Bru. {Firmly.) Consul, for Rome I live, not for myself. 
 I dare not trust my firmness in this crisis, 
 Warring against every thing my soul holds dear ! 
 Therefore return without me to the senate — 
 I ought not now to take a seat among them — 
 Haply my presence might restrain their justice. 
 Look that these traitors meet their trial straight, 
 And then despatch a messenger to tell me 
 How the wise fathers have disposed of go ! 
 
 Tit. A word for pity's sake. Before thy feet, 
 Humbled in soul, thy son and prisoner kneels. 
 Love is my plea ; a father is my judge ; 
 Nature my advocate ! — I can no more : 
 If these will not appease a parent's heart, 
 Strike through them all, and lodge thy vengeance here ! 
 
 Bru. Break off! I will not, cannot hear thee further. 
 The affliction nature hath imposed on Brutus, 
 Brutus will suffer as he may. 
 Lictors, secure your prisoner. Point your axes 
 To the senate. — On ! 
 
 {Exit all hut Brutus. After a pause of restless agony ^) 
 Like a lost, guilty wretch, I look around 
 And start at every footstep, lest it bring 
 The fatal news of my poor son's conviction ! — 
 Oh Rome, thou little knowest — no more. It comes. 
 [Enter Valerius.) 
 
 Vah My friend, the senate have to thee transferred 
 The right of judgment on thy son's offense. 
 
 Bru. To me ? 
 
 VaL To thee alone. 
 
 Bru. What of the rest ? 
 
 Val. Their sentence is already passed : 
 Even now, perhaps, the lictor's dreaded hand 
 Cuts off their forfeit lives. 
 
 Bru. Sayest thou the senate have to me referred 
 The fate of Titus? 
 
 Val. Such is their sovereign will. 
 They think you merit this distinguished honor. 
 A father's grief deserves to be revered : 
 Rome will approve whatever you decree. 
 
 Bru. And is his guilt established beyond doubt ? 
 
 Val. Too clearly. 
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86 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Bru, ( With a hurst of tears, ) Oh ye gods ! ye gods ! 
 (Collecting liimseJf.) Valerius! 
 
 Val. What wouldst thou, noble Roman ? 
 
 Bru. 'Tis said thou hast pulled down thine house, Valerius, 
 The stately pile that with such cost was reared. 
 
 Val. I have, but what doth Brutus thence infer ? 
 
 Bru. It was a goodly structure : I remember 
 How fondly you surveyed its rising grandeur. — 
 With what a — fatherly — delight you summoned 
 Each grace and ornament, that might enrich 
 The — child— of your creation — till it swelled 
 To an imperial size, and overpeered 
 The petty citizens, that humbly dwelt 
 Under its lofty walls, in huts and hovels, 
 Like emmets at the foot of towering Etna : 
 Then, noble Rom.an, then, with patriot zeal, 
 Dear as it was, and valued, you condemned 
 And leveled the proud pile ; and, in return. 
 Were by your grateful countrymen surnamed, 
 And shall to all posterity descend, — 
 Poplicola. 
 
 Val. Yes, Brutus, I conceive 
 The awful aim and drift of thy discourse — 
 But I conjure thee, pause ! thou art a father. J^^L 
 
 Bru. I am a Roman consul ! What, my friend, * Wm 
 
 Shall no one but Valerius love his country 
 Dearer than house, or property, or children ? 
 Now, follow me ; — and in the face of heaven — ■ 
 See, see good Valerius, if Brutus 
 Feel not for Rome as warmly as Poplicola. (^Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 2.— Interior of a Temple, 
 
 {Brutus seated on the tribunal.) 
 Bru. Romans, the blood which hath been shed this day, 
 Hath been shed wisely. Traitors, who conspire 
 Against mature societies, may urge 
 Their acts as bold and daring ; and though villains, 
 Yet they are manly villains — but to stab 
 The cradled innocent, as these have done, — 
 To strike their country in the mother-pangs, 
 And direct the dagger 
 To freedom's infant throat, — is a deed so black, 
 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 87 
 
 That my foiled tongue refuses it a name. (^A pause.) 
 
 There is one criminal still left for judgment. 
 
 Let him approach. [Enter Tiius.^ guarded.) 
 
 Pris-on-er — {The voice of Brutus falters and is choked, and he 
 
 exclaims with violent emotion.) 
 Romans ! forgive this agony of grief — 
 My heart is bursting — nature must have way — 
 I v/ill perform all that a Roman should — 
 I cannot feel less than a father ought : {He becomes more calm. ) 
 Well, Titus, speak — how is it with thee now ? 
 Tell me, my son, art thou prepared to die ? 
 
 Tit. Father ! I call the powers of heaven to witness, 
 Titus dares die, when you have so decreed. 
 The gods will have me. 
 
 Bru. They will, my Titus ; 
 Nor heaven, nor earth can have it oiherwise. 
 The violated genius of thy country 
 Rears its sad head, and passes sentence on thee ! 
 It seems as if thy fate were pre-ordained 
 To fix the reehng spirits of the people, 
 And settle the loose liberty of Rome. 
 'Tis fixed ; — oh, therefore, let not fancy cheat thee ! 
 So fixed thy death, that 'tis not in the power 
 Of mortal man to save thee from the axe. 
 
 Tit. The axe ! — Oh, heavens ! — then must I fall so basely? 
 What, shall I perish like a common felon ? 
 
 Bru. How else do traitors suffer ? — Nay, Titus, more : 
 I must myself behold thee meet this shame of death, — 
 With all thy hopes and all thy youth upon thee, — 
 See thy head taken by the common axe. — 
 All, — if the gods can hold me to my purpose, — 
 Without a groan, without one pitying tear. 
 
 Tit. Die like a felon 1 — ha ! a common felon ! — 
 But I deserve it all : — yet here I fail : — 
 This ignominy quite unmans me ! 
 Oh, Brutus, Brutus ! must I call you father, 
 Yet have no token of your tenderness, 
 No sign of mercy ? not even leave to fall 
 As noble R^omans fall, by my own sword ? 
 Father, why should you make my heart suspect 
 That all your late compassion was dissembled 1 
 How can I think that you did ever love me ? 
 
 Bru. Think that I love thee by my present passion, 
 
38 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 By these unmanly tears, these earthquakes here, 
 These sighs, that strain the very strings of life ; 
 Let these convince you that no other cause 
 Could force a father thus to wrong his nature. 
 
 Tit. Oh, hold, thou violated majesty ! 
 I now submit with calmness to my fate. 
 Come forth, ye executioners of justice — 
 Come, take my life, — and give it to my country ! 
 
 Bru. Embrace thy wretched father. May the gods 
 Arm thee with patience in this awful hour. 
 The sovereign magistrate of injured Rome, 
 Bound by his high authority, condemns 
 A crime, thy father's bleeding heart forgives. 
 Go — meet thy death with a more manly courage 
 Than grief now suffers me to show in parting ; 
 And, while she punishes, let Rome admire thee ! 
 No more. Farewell ! eternally farewell ! — 
 
 Tit. Oh, Brutus ! oh, my father ! 
 Farewell, for ever. 
 
 Bru. For ever. 
 Liotors, attend ! — conduct your prisoner forth ! 
 
 Val. [Rapidly and anxiously. ) Whither ! 
 (All the characters bending forimrd in great anxiety.) 
 
 Bru. To death ! (All start.) When you do reach the spot 
 My hand shall wave the signal for the act. 
 Then let the trumpet's sound proclaim it done ! 
 
 ( Tiius is conducted out by the lictors.) 
 Poor youth ! thy pilgrimage is at an end ! 
 A few sad steps have brought thee to the brink 
 Of that tremendous precipice, whose depth 
 No thought of man can fathom. Justice now 
 Demands her victim ! A little moment 
 And I am childless. — One effort, and 'tis past — 
 
 ( Waves his hand. ) 
 Justice is satisfied, and Rome is free. (Brutus falls.) 
 
 XXV.— FROM THE COUNT OF ^NARBQ-^^iNE.—Jephson. 
 
 COUNT AUSTIN THEODORE. 
 
 Austin. 1 do believe thee very barbarous ; 
 Nay, fear thy reason touched ; for such wild thoughts, 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 89 
 
 Such bloody purposes, could ne'er proceed 
 From any sober judgment ; yet thy heart 
 Will sure recoil at this. 
 
 Count Why, think so still ; 
 Think me both ruffian-like and lunatic ; 
 One proof, at least, I'll give of temperate reason — 
 Not to be baited from my fixed design 
 By a monk's ban or whining intercession. 
 
 Aust. Thou canst not mean to do it ? 
 
 Count. Trust thine eyes. 
 Thybalt ! bring forth the prisoner ; bid my marshal 
 Prepare an axe. The ceremony is short ; 
 One stroke, and all is past. Before he die, 
 He shall have leave to thank your godliness, 
 For speeding him so soon from this bad world. 
 
 Aust. Where is the right, the law, by which you doom him ? 
 
 Count. My will is law ! 
 
 Aust. A venerable law ! 
 The law by which the tiger tears the lamb, 
 And kites devour the dove. A lord of France, 
 Dressed in a little delegated sway, 
 Strikes at his sovereign's face, while he profanes 
 His functions trusted for the general good. 
 
 Count. I answer not to thee. 
 
 Aust. Answer to heaven ; 
 When called to audit in that sacred court, 
 Will that supremacy accept thy plea, 
 " I did commit foul murder, for I might ?" 
 
 Count. Soar not too high ; talk of the things of earth, 
 I'll give thee ear. Has not thy penitent. 
 Young Isabel, disclosed her passion to thee? 
 
 Aust. Never. 
 
 Count. Just now, her coldness to my son. 
 You said, bespoke her heart pre-occupied. 
 The frail and fair make you their oracles ; 
 Pent in your close confessionals, you sit. 
 Bending your reverend ears to amorous secrets. 
 
 Aust. Scoffer, no more ! stop thy licentious tongue ! 
 Turn inward to thy bosom, and reflect. — 
 
 Count. That is, be fooled. Yet will I grant his life 
 On one condition. 
 
 Aust. Name it. 
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90 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Count. Join my hand 
 To Isabel. 
 
 AusL Not for the world. ' 
 
 Count. He dies. 
 
 {Enter Theodore^ guarded.) 
 Come near, thou wretch ! When called before me first, 
 With most unwonted patience I endured 
 Thy bold avowal of the wrong thou didst me ; 
 A wrong so great, that, but for foolish pity, 
 Thy life that instant should have made atonement ; 
 But now, convicted of a greater crime, 
 Mercy is quenched : therefore, prepare to die. 
 
 Theo. I was a captive long amongst infidels, 
 Whom falsely I deemed savage, since I find 
 Even Tunis and Algiers, those nests of ruffians, 
 Might teach civility to polished France, 
 If life depends but on a tyrant's frown. 
 
 Count. Out with th}^ holy trumpery, priest ! delay not ; 
 Or, if he trusts in Mahomet, and scorns thee, 
 Away with him this instant. 
 
 Aust. Hold, I charge you ! 
 
 Theo. The turbaned misbeliever makes some show 
 Of justice in his deadly processes ; 
 Nor drinks the sabre blood, thus wantonly, 
 Where men are valued less than nobler beasts. 
 Of what am I accused ? 
 
 Count, Of insolence ; 
 Of bold, presumptuous love, that dares aspire 
 To mix the vileness of thy sordid lees 
 With the rich current of a baron's blood. 
 
 Aust. My heart is touched for him. Much injured youth, 
 Suppress awhile this swelling indignation ; 
 Plead for thy life. 
 
 Theo. I will not meanly plead ; 
 Nor, were my neck bowed to his bloody block, 
 If love is my crime, would I disown my love. 
 
 Count, Then, by my soul, thou diest ! 
 
 Theo. And let me die : 
 With my last breath I will bless her. My spirit, free 
 From earth's encumbering clogs, shall soar above thee» 
 Anxious, as once in hfe, I'll hover round her, 
 Teach her new courage to sustain this blow, 
 And guard her, tyrant ! from thy cruelty. 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 91 
 
 Count, Ah ! give me way ! 
 
 Aust, Why, this is madness, youth : 
 You but inflame the rage you should appease. 
 
 Theo. He thinks me vile. It is true, indeed, I seem so : 
 But though these humble weeds obscure my outside, 
 I have a soul disdains his contumely ; 
 A guiltless spirit that provokes no wrong, 
 Nor from a monarch would endure it, offered : 
 Uninjured, lamb-like ; but a lion, roused. 
 Know too, injurious lord, here stands before thee, 
 The equal of thy birth. 
 
 Count. Away, base clod ! 
 Obey me, slaves. What, all amazed with lies 1 
 
 Aust. Yet hear him, Narbonne : that ingenuous face 
 Looks not a lie. Thou saidst thou wert a captive. — 
 Turn not away ; we are not all like him. 
 
 Theo. My story's brief. My mother and myself, 
 (I then an infant,) in my father's absence. 
 Were on our frontiers seized by Saracens. 
 
 Count. A likely tale ! a well devised imposture ! 
 Who will believe thee 1 
 
 Aust. Go on ; say all. 
 
 Theo. To the fierce bashaw, Hamet, 
 That scourge and terror of the Christian coasts. 
 Were we made slaves at Tunis. 
 
 Aust. Ha ! at Tunis ? 
 Seized with thy mother ? Lives she, gentle youth ? 
 
 Theo. Ah ! no, dear saint ; fate ended soon her woes, 
 In pity ended ! On her dying couch. 
 She prayed for blessings on me. 
 
 Aust. Be thou blessed ! 
 Oh ! fail not, nature, but support this conflict ! 
 It is not delusion, sure. It must be he. 
 But one thing more ; did she not tell thee, too, 
 Thy wretched father's name ? 
 
 Theo. The lord of Clarinsal. 
 Why dost thou look so eagerly upon me ? 
 If yet he lives, and thou knowest Clarinsal, 
 Tell him my tale. 
 
 Aust. Mysterious Providence ! 
 
 Count. What is this? the old man trembles and turns pale ! 
 
 {Aside.) 
 
 Theo. He will not let his offspring's timeless ghost 
 
92 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Walk unappeased : but on this cruel head 
 Exact full vengeance for his slaughtered son. 
 
 Aust. Oh ! Giver of all good ! Eternal Lord ! 
 Am I so blessed, at last, to see my son ? 
 
 Theo. Let me be deaf for ever, if my ears 
 Deceive me now ! Did he not say his son ? 
 
 AusL I did, 1 did ! let this, and this, convince thee. 
 I am that Clarinsal ; I am thy father. 
 
 Count. Why works this foolish moisture to my eyes 1 
 Down, nature! what hast thou to do with vengeance ? (Aside.) 
 
 Theo. Oh, sir ! thus bending, let me clasp your knees ; 
 Now, in this precious moment, pay at once 
 The long, long debt of a lost son's affection. 
 
 Count. Destruction seize them both ! Must I behold 
 Their transports, ne'er perhaps again to know 
 A son's obedience, or a father's fondness ? (Aside. ) 
 
 Aust. Dear boy ! what miracle preserved thee thus, 
 To give thee back to France ? 
 
 Theo. No miracle, 
 But common chance. A. warlike bark of Spain 
 Bore down, and seized our vessel as we roved 
 Intent on spoil, (for many a time, alas ! 
 Was I compelled to join their hated league, 
 And strike with infidels.) My country known, 
 The courteous captain sent me to the shore ; 
 Where vain were my fond hopes to find my father ; 
 It was desolation all ; a few poor swains 
 Told me, the rumor ran he had renounced 
 A hated world, and here, in Languedoc, 
 Devoted his remains of life to heaven. 
 
 Aust. They told thee truth ; and heaven shall have my 
 prayers,^ 
 My soul poured out in endless gratitude, 
 For this unhoped, immeasurable blessing. 
 
 Count. Thus far, fond man ! I have listened to the tale ; 
 And think il, as it is, a gross contrivance, 
 A trick, devised to cheat my credulous reason. 
 And thaw me to a woman's milkiness. 
 
 Aust. And art thou so unskilled in nature's language, 
 Still to mistrust us ? Could our tongues deceive. 
 Credit, what ne'er was feigned, the genuine heart : 
 Believe these pangs, these tears of joy and anguish. 
 
 Count. Or true, or false, to me it matters not. 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMEKTAL. 93 
 
 I see thou hast an interest in his life, 
 
 And by that link I hold thee. Wouldst thou save him, 
 
 (Thou knowest already what my soul is set on,) 
 
 Teach thy proud heart compliance with my will : 
 
 If not — but now no more. Hear all, and mc?rk me, 
 
 Keep special guard that none, but by my order. 
 
 Pass from the castle. By my hopes of heaven. 
 
 His head goes off who dares to disobey me ! 
 
 Farewell ! if he be dear to thee, remember. {Exit) 
 
 Aust. If he be dear to me ? My vital blood ! 
 Image of her my soul delighted in, 
 Again she lives in thee ! Yes, it was that voice, 
 That kindred look, raised such strong instinct here. 
 And kindled all my bosom at thy danger. 
 
 Theo. But must we bear to be thus tamely cooped 
 By such insulting, petty despotism ? 
 I look to my unguarded side in vain : 
 Had I a sv/ord — 
 
 Aust. Think not of vengeance now ; 
 A mightier arm than thine prepares it for him. 
 Pass but little space, we shall behold him 
 The object of our pity, not our anger. 
 Yes, he must suffer ; my rapt soul foresees it ; 
 Empires shall sink, the ponderous globe of earth 
 Crumble to dust, the sun and stars be quenched ! 
 But, oh ! Eternal Father ! of thy will. 
 To the last letter, all shall be accomplished. 
 
 Theo. So let it be ! But if his pride must fall, 
 Ye saints, who watch o'er loveliness and virtue. 
 Confound not with his crimes her innocence ! 
 Make him alone the victim ; but with blessings, 
 Bright and distinguished, crown his beauteous daughter, 
 The charming Adelaide, my heart's first passion ! 
 
 Aust. Oh ! most disastrous love. My son, my son, 
 Thy words are poniards here. Alas ! I thought, 
 (So thought the tyrant, and for that he raged,) 
 The vows exchanged between Isabel and thee, 
 Thwarted the issue of his wild designs. 
 
 Theo. I knew not Isabel, beyond a moment 
 Passed in surprise and haste. 
 
 Aust. Oh ! had malignant fortune toiled to blast him, 
 Thus had she snared him in this fatal passion ! 
 And does young Adelaide return thy love ? 
 
94 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Theo, Blessed powers ! she does ! How can you frown and 
 hear it 1 
 Her generous soul, first touched by gratitude, 
 Soon owned a kinder, warmer sympathy. 
 Soft as the fanning of a turtle's plumes. 
 The sweet confession met my enraptured ears. 
 
 Aust. What can I do ? Come near, my Theodore : 
 Dost thou believe my affection ? 
 
 Theo. Can I doubt it ? 
 
 Aust. Think what my bosom suffers, when I tell thee, 
 It must not, cannot be. 
 
 Theo. My love for Adelaide ! 
 
 Aust. Deem it delicious poison ; dash it from thee : 
 Thy bane is in the cup. 
 
 Theo. Oh ! bid me rather 
 Tear out my throbbing heart ; Vd think it mercy, 
 To this unjust, this cruel interdiction. 
 That proud, unfeeling Narbonne, from his hps 
 Well might such words have fallen ; but thou, my father. — 
 
 Aust. And fond, as ever owned that tender name. 
 Not I, my son, not I prevent this union : 
 To me it is bitterness to cross thy wish ; 
 But nature, fate, and heaven, all, all forbid it. 
 We must withdraw where heaven alone can hear us : 
 Then must thou stretch thy soul's best faculties, I 
 
 Call every manly principle to steel thee, 
 And to confirm thy name, secure thy honor, 
 Make one great sacrifice of love to justice. 
 
 {Exeunt.) 
 
 XXVI.— FROM THE VESPERS OF PALERMO.— Mrj. Hemans. \ 
 
 MONTALBA PROCIDA RAIMOND FIRST SICILIAN SECOND 
 
 SICILIAN GUIDO SICILIANS. 
 
 Scene. — A chapel, and a monument, on which is laid a sword. 
 
 MontaJba. And know you not my story 1 
 
 Procida. In the lands 
 Where I have been a wanderer, your deep wrongs 
 Were numbered with our country's ; but the tale * 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 95 
 
 Came only in faint echoes to mine ear. 
 I would fain hear it now. 
 
 Mont. Oh ! what lovely dreams 
 Rose on my spirit, when after long years 
 Of battle and captivity, I spurred 
 
 My good steed homewards. There were tears and smiles, 
 But all of joy! — And there were bounding steps, 
 And clinging arms, whose passionate clasp of love 
 Doth twine so fondly round the warrior's neck, 
 When his plumed helm is doffed. Hence, feeble thoughts ! 
 I am sterner now, yet once such dreams were mine ! 
 
 Raimond. And were they realized ? 
 
 Mont. Youth ! ask me not, 
 But listen ! — I drew near my own fair home ; 
 There was no light along its walls, no sound 
 Of bugle pealing from the watch tower's height 
 At my approach, although my trampling steed 
 Made the earth ring ; yet the wide gates were thrown 
 All open. — Then my heart misgave me first, 
 And on the threshold of my silent hall 
 I paused in fear. 1 called — my struggling voice 
 Gave utterance to my wife's, my children's names ; 
 They answered not — I roused my tailing strength, 
 And wildly rushed within — and they were there. 
 
 Rai. And was all well ? 
 
 Mont. Aye, well ! for death is well, 
 And they were all at rest ! — I see them yet, 
 Pale in their innocent beauty, which had failed 
 To stay the assassin's arm ! 
 
 Rai. Oh ! righteous heaven ! 
 Who had done this ? 
 
 3Ion,t. Who ! 
 
 Proc. Canst thou question, who ? 
 Whom hath the earth to perpetrate such deeds, 
 In the cold-blooded revelry of crime, 
 But those whose yoke is on us '/ 
 
 Rai. Man of wo ! 
 What words have pity for despair like thine ? 
 
 Mont. Pity ! fond youth ! 
 
 Proc. Pity ! — For woes like these. 
 There is no sympathy but vengeance. 
 
 Mont. None ! 
 Therefore I brought you hither, that your hearts 
 
yb RHETORICAL DIALOGUES 
 
 Might catch the spirit of the scene ! Look round ! 
 
 We are in the awful presence of the dead ; 
 
 Within yon tomb they sleep, whose gentle blood 
 
 Weighs down the murderer's soul. — They sleep ! but I 
 
 Am wakeful o'er their dust ! — I laid my sword, 
 
 Without its sheath, on their sepulchral stone, 
 
 As on an altar ; and the eternal stars, 
 
 And heaven, and night, bore witness to my vow, 
 
 No more to wield it save in one great cause — 
 
 The vengeance of the grave ! — And now the hour 
 
 Of that atonement comes ! {He takes the svjordfrom the tomb.) 
 
 Rat. My spirit burns ! 
 And my full heart almost to bursting swells. 
 Oh ! for the day of battle ! 
 
 Froc, Raimond ! they 
 Whose souls are dark with guiltless blood, must die ; 
 But not in battle ! ,, ' i^ \ 
 
 Rai. How, my father ! "^Hf^ 
 
 Proc. No ! 
 Look on that sepulchre, and it will teach 
 Another lesson. Childless Montalba? 
 
 Mont. Call on that desolate father, in the hour 
 When his revenge is nigh. 
 
 Proc. Are we all met ? 
 
 Sicilians. All, all ! 
 
 Proc. I knew a young Sicilian, one whose heart 
 Should be all fire. On that most guilty day. 
 When with our martyred Conradin, the flower 
 Of the land's knighthood, perished ; he, of whom 
 I speak, a weeping boy, whose innocent tears 
 Melted a thousand hearts that dared not aid, 
 Stood by the scaffold, with extended arms. 
 Calling upon his father, whose last look 
 Turned full on him its parting agony. 
 That father's blood gushed o'er him ! — and the boy 
 Then dried his tears, and with a kindling eye, 
 And a proud flush on his young cheek, looked up 
 To the bright heaven. — Doth he remember still 
 That bitter hour ? 
 
 Second Sicilian. He bears a sheathless sword ! 
 Call on the orphan when revenge is nigh. 
 
 Proc. Thou, too, come forth. 
 From thine own halls an exile ! — Dost thou make 
 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 97 
 
 The mountain-fastnesses, thy dwelling still, 
 While hostile banners, o'er thy rampart walls, 
 Wave their proud blazonry ? 
 
 First Sicilian, Even so. I stood 
 Last night before my own ancestral towers 
 An unknown outcast, while the tempest beat 
 On my bare head — what recked it 1 — There was joy 
 Within, and revelry : the festive lamps 
 Were streaming from each turret, and gay songs, 
 In the stranger's tongue made mirth. They little deemed 
 Who heard their melodies ! — but there are thoughts 
 Best nurtured in the wild ; there are dread vows 
 Known to the mountain-echoes. — Procida ! 
 Call on the outcast when revenge is nigh. 
 
 Proc. Our band shows gallantly — but there are men 
 Who should be with us now, had they not dared 
 In some wild moment of festivity 
 To give their full hearts way, and breathe a wish 
 For freedom ! — and some traitor — it might be 
 A breeze perchance — bore the forbidden sound 
 To Eribert — so they must die — unless 
 Fate, who at times is wayward, should select 
 Some other victim first ! — But have they not 
 Brothers or sons amongst us ? 
 
 Guido. Look on me ! 
 I have a brother, a young high-souled boy. 
 And beautiful as a sculptor's dream, with brow 
 That wears, amidst its dark rich curls, the stamp 
 Of inborn nobleness. In truth, he is 
 A glorious creature ! — But his doom is sealed 
 With theirs of whom you spoke ; and I have knelt, — 
 Aye, scorn me not ! 'twas for his life — 1 knelt 
 E'en at the viceroy's feet, and he put on 
 That heartless laugh of cold malignity 
 We know so well, and spurned me. — But the stain 
 Of shame like this, takes blood to wash it off, 
 And thus it shall be canceled ! — Call on me. 
 When the stern moment of revenge is nigh. 
 
 Proc. I call upon thee now ! The land's high soul 
 Is roused, and moving onward, like a breeze. 
 Or a swift sunbeam kindling nature's hues 
 To deeper life before it. In his chains, 
 Te peasant dreams of freedom ! — aye, 'tis thus 
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98 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Oppression fans the imperishable flame 
 
 With most unconscious hands. — 
 
 When slavery's cup 
 
 O'erflows its bounds, the creeping poison, meant 
 
 To dull our senses, through each burning vein 
 
 Pours fever, lending a delirious strength 
 
 To burst man's fetters — and they shall be burst ! 
 
 Now, before 
 
 The majesty of yon pure heaven ; whose eye 
 
 Is on our hearts, whose righteous arm befriends 
 
 The arm that strikes for freedom ; speak ! decree 
 
 The fate of our oppressors. 
 
 Mont. Let them fall 
 When dreaming least of peril ! — When the heart, 
 Basking in sunny pleasure, doth forget 
 That hate may smile, but sleeps not. — Hide the sword 
 With a thick veil of myrtle, and in halls 
 Of banqueting, where the full wine-cup shines 
 Red in the festal torch-light, meet we there, 
 And bid them welcome to the feast of death. 
 
 Rai. Must innocence and guilt perish alike ? 
 
 Mont, Who talks of innocence ? 
 When hath their hand been stayed for innocence ? 
 Let them all perish ! — heaven will choose its own. 
 Why should their children live ? — The earthquake whelms 
 Its undistinguished thousands, making graves 
 Of peopled cities in its path — and this 
 Is heaven's dread justice — aye, and it is well ! 
 Why then should we be tender, when the skies 
 Deal thus with man ? — what, if the infant bleed 1 
 Is there not power to hush the mother's pangs ? 
 What, if the youthful bride perchance should fall 
 In her triumphant beauty ? — Should we pause, 
 As if death were not mercy to the pangs 
 Which make our lives the records of our foes ? 
 Let them all perish ! — And if one be found 
 Amidst our band, to stay the avenging steel 
 For pity, or remorse, or boyish love. 
 Then be his doom as theirs ! {A pause.) 
 Why gaze ye thus ? 
 Brethren, what means your silence ? 
 
 Gui. Be it so ! 
 If one amongst us stay the avenging steel 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 99 
 
 For love or pity, be his doom as theirs ! 
 Pledge we our faith to this ! 
 
 RaL {Rushing forward indignantly.) Our faith to this | : 
 No ! I but dreamt t heard it ! — Can it be ? 
 My countrymen, my father ! — Is it thus 
 That freedom should be won ? — Awake ! Awake 
 To loftier thoughts ! — Lift up, exultingly, 
 On the crowned heights, and to the sweeping winds, 
 Your glorious banner ! — Let your trumpet's blast 
 Make th« tombs thrill with echoes ! Call aloud, 
 Proclaim from all your hills, the land shall bear 
 The stranger's yoke no longer ! — What is he 
 Who carries on his practiced lip a smile, 
 Beneath his vest a dagger, which but waits 
 Till the heart bounds with joy, to still its beatings? 
 That which our nature's instinct doth recoil from. 
 And our blood curdle at. — Aye, yours and mine — 
 A murderer ! — Heard ye ? — Shall that name with ours 
 Go down to after days ? — Oh, friends ! a cause 
 Like that for which we rise, hath made bright names 
 Of the elder time as rallying. words to men, 
 Sounds full of might and immortality ! 
 And shall not ours be such ? 
 
 Mont. Fond dreamer, peace ! 
 Fame ! what is fame ? — Will our unconscious dust 
 Start into thrilling rapture from the grave, 
 At the vain breath of praise ? — I tell thee, youth, 
 Our souls are parched with agonizing thirst. 
 Which must be quenched, though death were in the draught : 
 We must have vengeance, for our foes have left 
 No other joy unblighted. 
 
 Proc. Oh ! my son, 
 The time is past for such high dreams as thine. 
 Thou knowest not whom we deal with. Knightly faith 
 And chivalrous honor, are but things whereon 
 They cast disdainful pity. We must meet 
 Falsehood with wiles, and insult with revenge. 
 
 Rai. Many a land 
 Hath bowed beneath the yoke ; and then arisen, 
 As a strong lion rending silken bonds, 
 And on the open field, before high heaven, 
 Won such majestic vengeance, as hath made 
 Its name a power on earth. — Aye, nations own 
 
100 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 It is enough of glory to be called 
 
 The children of the mighty, who redeemed .1 
 
 Their native soil — but not by means like these. 
 
 Mont. I have no children. — Of Montalba's blood ^l 
 
 Not one red drop doth circle through the veins ' 
 
 Of aught that breathes ! — Why, what have I to do 
 With far futurity ? My spirit lives 
 But in the past. — Away ! when thou dost stand 
 On this fair earth, as doth a blasted tree 
 Which the warm sun revives not, then return, 
 Strong in thy desolation : but, till then, 
 Thou art not for our purpose ; we have need 
 Of more unshrinking hearts. 
 
 Rai. Montalba, know, 
 I shrink from crime alone. Oh ! if my voice 
 Might yet have power amongst you, I would say, •' 
 
 Associates, leaders, be avenged ! but yet, 
 As knights, as warriors ! 
 
 Mont. Peace ! have we not borne 
 The indelible taint of contumely and chains ? 
 We are not knights and warriors. — Our bright crests 
 Have been defiled and trampled to the earth. 
 Boy ! we are slaves — and our revenge shall be 
 Deep as a slave's disgrace. 
 
 Rai. Why, then, farewell. 
 I leave you to your counsels. He that still 
 Would hold his lofty nature undebased. 
 And his name pure, were but a loiterer here. {Exit Raimond.) 
 
 Proc. He's gone ! — why, let it be ! 
 I trust our Sicily hath many a son 
 Vahant as mine. — Associates ! 'tis decreed 
 Our foes shall perish. We have but to name 
 The hour, the scene, the signal. 
 
 Mont. It should be 
 In the full city, when some festival 
 Hath gathered throngs, and lulled infatuate hearts 
 To brief security. Then may we mix 
 With the flushed revelers, making their gay feast 
 The harvest of the grave. 
 
 Proc. There are noblemen 
 Sentenced to die, for whom we fain would purchase 
 Reprieve with other blood. 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 101 
 
 Mont. Be it then the day 
 Preceding that appointed for their doom. 
 
 Gui, My brother, thou shalt h've ! — Oppression boasts 
 No gift of prophecy ! — It but remains 
 To name our signal, chiefs ! 
 
 Mont. The vesper-bell. 
 
 Proc. Even so, the vesper-bell, whose deep-toned peal 
 Is heard o'er land and wave. — The vesper-bell ! 
 That sound shall wake the avenger ; for 'tis come, 
 The time when power is in a voice, a breath. 
 To burst the spell which bound us. — But the night 
 Is waning, with her stars, which, one by one, 
 Warn us to part. Friends, to your homes ! — ^your homes ? 
 That name is yet to win. 
 
 XXVIL— FROM FIZARRO.— Sheridan. 
 
 ALONZO SENTINEL ROLLA. 
 
 Scene.— A dungeon — Alonzo in chains — the Sentinel walking near. 
 
 Alonzo. For the last time, I have beheld the shadowed 
 ocean close upon the light. For the last time, through my 
 cleft dungeon's roof, I now behold the quivering lustre of the 
 stars. For the last time, oh, sun ! (and soon the hour,) I shall 
 behold thy rising, and thy level beams melting the pale mists of 
 morn, to glittering dew-drops. Then comes my death, and in 
 the morning of my day, I fall, which — no, Alonzo, date not the 
 life which thou hast run, by the mean reckoning of the hours 
 and days which thou hast breathed : a life spent worthily should 
 be measured by a nobler Hue ; by deeds, not years. Then 
 wouldst thou murmur not, but bless Providence, which in so 
 short a span, made thee the instrument of wide and spreading 
 blessings, to the helpless and oppressed ! Though sinking in 
 decrepid age, he prematurely falls, whose memory records no 
 benefit conferred by him on man. They only have lived long, 
 who have lived virtuously. — [Looking out.) — Surely, even now, 
 thin streaks of glimmering light steal on the darkness of the 
 east. If so, my life is but one hour more. I will not watch the 
 coming dawn ; but in the darkness of my cell, my last prayer 
 to thee, Power Supreme ! shall be for my wife and child ! 
 9* 
 
102 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Grant them to dwell in innocence and peace ; grant health and 
 purity of mind— all else is worthless. (Enters his cell.) 
 
 Sentinel. Who's there ? answer quickly ! who's there ? 
 
 Rolla. {Within.) A friar comes to visit your prisoner. 
 {Rolla enters^ disguised as a monk.) 
 
 RoL Inform me, friend, is not Alonzo. the Spanish prisoner, 
 confined in this dungeon ? 
 
 Sen. He is. 
 
 Rol. I must speak with him. 
 
 Sen. You must not. [Stopping him with his spear.) 
 
 Rol. He is my friend. 
 
 Sen. Not if he were thy brother. 
 
 Rol. What is to be his fate ? 
 
 Sen. He dies at sunrise. 
 
 Rol. Ha ! then I am come in time. 
 
 Sen. Just — to witness his death. 
 
 Rol. Soldier, I must speak to him. 
 
 Sen. Back, back. It is impossible. 
 
 Rol. I do entreat thee, but for one moment. 
 
 Sen. Thou entreatest in vain — my orders are most strict. 
 
 Rol. Even now, I saw a messenger go hence. 
 
 Sen. He brought a pass which we are all accustomed to 
 obey. 
 
 Rol. Look on this wedge of massive gold — look on these 
 precious gems. In thy own land they will be wealth for thee 
 and thine, beyond thy hope or wish. Take them — they are 
 thine. Let me but pass one minute with Alonzo. 
 
 Sen. Away ! — wouldst thou corrupt me ? Me ! an old 
 Castilian ! I know my duty better. 
 
 Rol. Soldier ! hast thou a wife ? 
 
 Sell. I have. 
 
 Rol. Hast thou children ? 
 
 Sen. Four — honest, lively boys. 
 
 Rol. Where didst thou leave them ? 
 
 Sen. In my native village ; even in the cot where myself 
 was born. 
 
 Rol. Dost thou love thy children and thy wife ? 
 
 Sen. Do I love them ! God knows my heart — I do. 
 ' Rol. Soldier ! imagine thou wert doomed to die a cruel 
 death in a strange land. What would be thy last request ? 
 
 Sen. That some of my comrades should carry my dying 
 blessing to my wife and children. 
 
 Rol. Oh ! but if that comrade was at thy prison gate, and 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 103 
 
 should there be told — thy fellow soldier dies at sunrise, yet thou 
 shalt not for a moment see him, nor shalt thou bear his dying 
 blessing to his poor children or his wretched wife, what wouldst 
 thou think of him who thus could drive thy comrade from the 
 door ? 
 
 Sen. How ! 
 
 RoL Alonzo has a wife and child. I am come to receive 
 for her, and for her babe, the last blessing of my friend. 
 
 Sen. Go in. (Shoulders his spear and walks away,) 
 
 Rol. Oh, holy Nature ! thou dost never plead in vain. 
 There is not, of our earth, a creature bearing form, and life, 
 human or savage — native of the forest wild, or giddy air — 
 around whose parent bosom, thou hast not a cord entwined of 
 power to tie them to their offspring's claims, and at thy will to 
 draw them back to thee. On iron pinions borne, the blood- 
 stained vulture cleaves the storm, yet is the plumage closest to 
 her breast, soft as the cygnet's down, and o'er her unshelled 
 brood the murmuring ring-dove sits not more gently ! — Yes, 
 now he is beyond the porch, barring the outer gate ! Alonzo ! 
 Alonzo ! my friend ! Ha ! in gentle sleep ! Alonzo — rise. 
 
 Al. How! is my hour elapsed? Well, [Reluming from 
 the celly) I am ready. 
 
 Rol. Alonzo — know me. 
 
 AL What voice is that ? 
 
 RoL 'Tis RoUa's. (Takes off his disguise.) 
 
 4 ■ AL Rolla ! my friend ! (Embraces him.) Heavens ! — how 
 'couldst thou pass the guard ? Did this habit — 
 
 RoL There is not a moment to be lost in words : this dis- 
 guise I tore from the dead body of a friar, as I passed our field 
 of battle : it has gained me entrance to thy dungeon ; now take 
 it, thou, and fly. 
 
 AL And Rolla— 
 
 RoL Will remain here in thy place. 
 
 AL And die for me ? No ! Rather eternal tortures rack 
 me. 
 
 RoL I shall not die, Alonzo. It is thy life Pizarro seeks, 
 not Rolla's ; and from my prison soon will ihy arm deliver me ; 
 or, should it be otherwise, I am as a blighted plantain, standing 
 alone amid the sandy desert. Nothing seeks or lives beneath 
 my shelter. Thou art — a husband and a father — the being of 
 a lovely wife and helpless infant hangs upon thy life. Go ! go, 
 Alonzo ! Go, to save, not thyself, but Cora and thy child ! 
 
 AL Urge me not thus, my friend ; I had prepared to die in 
 peace. 
 
104 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Roh To die in peace ! devoting her thou'st sworn to live 
 for, to madness, misery, and death ? For be assured the state 
 I left her in forbids all hope, but from thy quick return. 
 
 Al Oh God! 
 
 Rol. If thou art yet irresolute, Alonzo, now heed me well. 
 I think thou hast not known that Rolla ever pledged his word, 
 and shrunk from its fulfillment. And by the heart of truth I 
 swear, if thou art proudly obstinate to deny thy friend the trans- 
 port of preserving Cora's life, in thee, no power that sways the 
 will of man shall stir me hence ; and thou'lt but have the des- 
 perate triumph of seeing Rolla perish by thy side, with the as- 
 sured conviction that Cora and thy child are lost forever. 
 
 AL Oh, Rolla ! thou distractest me ! 
 
 Rol. Begone ! A moment's further pause, and all is lost. 
 The dawn approaches. Fear not for me ; I will treat with 
 Pizarro, as for surrender and submission ; I shall gain time, no 
 doubt, while thou, with a chosen band, passing the secret way, 
 mayst at night return, release thy friend, and bear him back in 
 triumph. Yes, hasten, dear Alonzo ! Even now I hear thy 
 frantic wife, poor Cora, call thee ! Haste, Alonzo ! — Haste ! — 
 Haste ! 
 
 Al. Rolla, I fear thy friendship drives me from honor, and 
 from right. 
 
 Rol. Did Rolla ever counsel dishonor to his friend ? 
 
 Al. Oh ! my preserver ! {Emhracing him.) 
 
 Rol. I feel thy warm tears dropping on my cheek. — Go ! 
 I am rewarded. {Throwing a friar's garment over Alonzo.) 
 There, conceal thy face ; and that they may not clank, hold 
 fast thy chains. Now, God be with thee ! 
 
 Al. At night we meet again. Then, so aid me Heaven ! I 
 return to save, or perish with thee ! (Exit.) 
 
 Rol. {Looking after him.) He has passed the outer porch 
 — he is safe ! he will soon embrace his wife and child ! Now, 
 Cora, didst thou not wrong me ? This is the first time through- 
 out my life, I ever deceived man. Forgive me, God of Truth ! 
 if I am wrong. Alonzo flatters himself that we shall meet 
 again ! Yes, there ! {Lifting his hands to heaven.) — Assur- 
 edly we shall meet again ; there, possess in peace, the joys of 
 everlasting love and friendship — on earth, imperfect and embit- 
 tered. I will retire, lest the guard return before Alonzo may 
 have passed their lines. {Retires into the cell.) 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 
 
 105 
 
 XXVIII.-FROM THE LADY OF THE LAKE.-ScotL 
 
 KING JAMES RODERIC DHU. 
 
 Roderic.—mntj, Sapn— K am motrerfc Mffu, 
 
 ®'S~^p°?' ^'^h^^ watch-fire burning near it. A Scotch High- 
 ing bylt "'' Di^«-wrapped in his tartan, is discovered sleep- 
 
 ^ {Enter King James, in a warrior's garb.) 
 
 Roderic. ( Grasping his sword and springing on his feet. ) 
 1 hy nartie and purpose, Saxon ?— Stand ! 
 
 James. A stranger. 
 
 Rod. What dost thou require ? 
 
 Jomes. Rest and a guide, and food and fire. 
 My life's beset, my path is lost, 
 The gale has chilled my limbs with frost. 
 
 Rod. Art thou a friend to Roderic ? 
 
 James. No. 
 
 Rod. Thou durst not call thyself his foe '? 
 ' J(^mes. I dare to him and all the band 
 Uie brmgs to aid his murderous hand. 
 
 -Rori. Bold words ! But, though the beast of game 
 1 he privilege of chase may claim ; 
 Though space and law the stag we lend, 
 lire hound we slip, or bow we bend, 
 
106 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Who ever cared where, how, or when 
 The prowling fox was trapped or slain ? 
 Thus treacherous scouts, — yet sure they lie, 
 Who say thou comest a secret spy. 
 
 James. They do, by heaven ! Come Roderic Dhu, 
 And of his clan the boldest two, 
 And, let me but till morning rest, 
 I'll write the falsehood on their crest. 
 
 Rod. If by the blaze I mark aright, 
 Thou bearest the belt and spur of knight. 
 
 James. Then by these tokens mayst thou know 
 Each proud oppressor's mortal foe. 
 
 Rod. Enough, enough ; sit down and share 
 A soldier's couch, a soldier's fare. 
 
 (They sit down and eat together., and in a few minutes the 
 soldier continues the conversation.) 
 Rod. Stranger, I am to Roderic Dhu, 
 A clansman born, a kinsman true ; 
 Each word against his honor spoke. 
 Demands of me avenging stroke. 
 It rests with me to wind my horn, 
 Thou art with numbers overborne ; 
 It rests with me, here, brand to brand, 
 Worn as thou art, to bid thee stand ; 
 But not for clan, nor kindred's cause, 
 Will I depart from honor's laws. 
 To assail a wearied man were shame, 
 And Stranger is a holy name. 
 Guidance and rest, and food and fire, 
 In vain he never must require. 
 Myself will guide thee on the way. 
 Through watch and ward till break of day, 
 As far as Coilantogle ford ; 
 From thence thy warrant is thy sword. 
 
 James. I take thy courtesy, by Heaven, 
 As freely as 'tis nobly given. 
 
 Rod. Why seek these wilds, traversed by ^qv^., 
 Without a pass from Roderic Dhu ? 
 
 James. Brave man, my pass, in danger tried, 
 Hangs in my bell, and by my side. 
 Yet sooth to tell, though nought I dread, 
 I dreamed not now to claim its aid. 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 1'07 
 
 When here but three days since I came, 
 Bewildered in pursuit of game, 
 All seemed as peaceful and as still. 
 As the mist slumbering on yon hill. 
 Thy dangerous chief was then afar, 
 Nor soon expected back from war ; 
 Thus said, at least, my mountain guide, 
 Though deep, perchance, the villain lied. 
 
 Rod. Yet, why a second venture try ? 
 
 James. A warrior thou, an(^ ask me why ? 
 Perhaps I sought to drive away 
 The lazy hours of peaceful day ; 
 Slight cause will then suffice to guide 
 A knight's free footsteps far and wide ; 
 A falcon flown, a grey-hound strayed, 
 The merry glance of mountain maid ; 
 Or, if a path be dangerous known. 
 The danger's self is lure alone. 
 
 Rod. Thy secret keep ; I urge thee not, 
 Yet, ere again you sought this spot, 
 Say, heard you not of lowland war, 
 Against Clan Alpine raised by Mar ? 
 
 James. No, by my word ; of bands prepared 
 To guard King James's sports I heard ; 
 Nor doubt I aught, but, when they hear 
 This muster of the Mountaineer, 
 Their pennons will abroad be flung. 
 Which else in Doune had peaceful hung. 
 
 Rod. Free be they flung ! for we are loath 
 Their silken folds should feed the moth. 
 Free be they flung ! as free shall wave 
 Clan Alpine's pine in banner brave. 
 But, stranger, peaceful since you came, 
 Bewildered in the mountain game. 
 Whence the bold boast, by which we know 
 Vich Alpine's vowed and mortal foe ? 
 
 James. Warrior, but yester morn, I knew 
 Nought of thy chieftain, Roderic Dhu, 
 Save as an outlawed, desperate man, 
 The chief of a rebellious clan. 
 Who in the regent's court and sight, 
 With ruffian dagger stabbed a knight. 
 
108 ' EIIETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Yet this alone should from his part 
 Sever each true and loyal heart. 
 
 Rod, {Frowning, and both rising hastily.) 
 And hearedst thou why he drew his blade ? 
 Heardest thou, that shameful word and blow 
 Brought Roderic's vengeance on his foe ? 
 What recked the chieftain, if he stood 
 On highland heath or Holy Rood ? 
 He rights such wrong where it is given, 
 Though it were in the court of heaven. 
 
 James. Still it was outrage ; yet, 'tis true, 
 Not then claimed sovereignty his due ; 
 The young king mewed in Sterling tower, 
 Was stranger to respect and power. 
 But then thy chieftain's robber life, 
 Winning mean prey by causeless strife. 
 Wrenching from ruined lowland swain 
 His flocks and harvest reared in vain — 
 Methinks a soul, like thine, should scorn 
 The spoils from such foul conflict borne. 
 
 Rod. Saxon, from yonder mountain high, 
 I marked thee send delighted eye, 
 O'er waving fields and pastures green, 
 With gentle slopes, and groves between ; 
 These fertile plains, that softened vale, 
 Were once the birthright of the Gael. 
 The Saxons came with iron hand, 
 And from our fathers reft the land. 
 Where dwell we now ? see rudely swell 
 Crag over crag, and fell o'er fell. 
 Ask we this savage hill we tread. 
 For fattened steer, or household bread ; 
 Ask we for flocks these shingles dry, 
 And well the mountain might reply, 
 " To you, as to your sires of yore, 
 Belong the target and claymore ! 
 I give you shelter in my breast, 
 Your own good blades must do the rest." 
 Pent in this fortress of the north, 
 Thinkest thou we will not sally forth 
 To spoil the spoiler as we may, 
 And from the robber rend the prey ? 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 109 
 
 Ay, by my soul ! while on yon plain 
 The Saxon rears one shock of grain ; 
 While of ten thousand herds, there strays 
 But one along yon river's maze — 
 The Gael, of plain and river heir, 
 Shall, with strong hand, redeem his share. 
 Where live the mountain chiefs, who hold 
 That plundering lowland field and fold, 
 Is aught but retribution due ? — 
 Seek other cause 'gainst Roderic Dhu. 
 
 James, And if I sought, 
 
 Thinkest thou no other could be brought ? 
 What deem ye, of my path way-laid, 
 My life given o'er to ambuscade ? 
 
 Rod. As a reward to rashness due ; 
 Hadst thou sent warning fair and true. 
 Free hadst thou been to come and go ; 
 But secret path marks secret foe. 
 
 James. Well, let it pass ; nor will I now 
 Fresh cause of enmity avow, 
 To chafe thy mood and cloud thy brow. 
 Enough, I am by promise tied 
 To match me with this man of pride. 
 Twice have I sought Clan Alpine's glen 
 In peace ; but, when I come again, 
 I come with banner, brand, and bow, 
 As leader seeks his mortal foe. 
 For love-lorn swain in lady's bower, 
 Ne'er panted for the appointed hour, 
 As I, until before me stand 
 This rebel chieftain and his band. 
 
 Rod. Have then thy wish. (He wliistles, and soldiers rush 
 in on all sides.) How say est thou now ? 
 These are Clan Alpine's warriors true ; 
 ^ntr, <Sa):on— K am Botreric BJu. 
 
 [King James starts back a little, then draws his sword and pla- 
 ces his back against the rock.) 
 
 James. Come one, come all ! this rock shall fly 
 From its firm base, as soon as I. 
 
 (Roderic waves his hand, and the soldiers retire.) 
 
 Rod. Fear not, nay, that I need not say, 
 But doubt not aught from mine array. 
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110 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES, 
 
 Thou art my guest, I pledged my word 
 
 As far as Coilantogle ford. 
 
 So move we on ; I only meant 
 
 To show the reed on which you leant, 
 
 Deeming this path you might pursue 
 
 Without a pass from Roderic Dhu. 
 
 Bold Saxon ! to his promise just, 
 
 Vich Alpine shall discharge his trust. 
 
 This murderous chief, this ruthless man, 
 
 This head of a rebellious clan, 
 
 Will lead thee safe through watch and ward, 
 
 Far past Clan Alpine's outmost guard ; 
 
 Then man to man, and steel to steel. 
 
 A chieftain's vengeance thou shalt feel. 
 
 James. I ne'er delayed 
 
 When foeman bade me draw my blade ; 
 Nay, more, brave chief, I vowed thy death ; 
 Yet sure thy fair and generous faitii, 
 And my deep debt for life preserved, 
 A better meed have well deserved ; 
 Can nought but blood our feud atone ? 
 Are there no means ? 
 
 Rod. No, stranger, none ! 
 
 James, Nay, first to James at Sterling go. 
 When, if thou wilt be still his foe, 
 Or if the king shall not agree 
 To grant thee grace and favor free, 
 I plight mine honor, oath, and word, 
 That to thy native holds restored, 
 With each advantage shalt thou stand. 
 That aids thee now to guard thy land. 
 
 Rod. Thy rash presumption now shall rue 
 The homage named to Roderic Dhu. 
 He yields not, he, to man nor fate — 
 Thou addest but fuel to my hate ! 
 My clansmen's wrongs demand revenge. 
 Not yet prepared ! by Heaven ! I change 
 My thought, and hold thy valor light 
 As that of some vain carpet knight. 
 Who ill deserved my courteous care, 
 And whose best boast is but to wear 
 
 A braid of his fair lady's hair. {Pointing to a braid on Jamesh 
 breast,) 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. Ill 
 
 James, I thank thee, Roderic, for the word 
 It nerves ray heart, it steels my sword. 
 I had it from a frantic maid, 
 By thee dishonored and betrayed ; 
 And I have sworn the braid to stain 
 In the best blood that warms thy vein. 
 Now, truce, farewell ! and ruth, begone ! 
 I heed not that my strength is worn — 
 Thy word's restored ; and if thou wilt, 
 We try this quarrel, hilt to hilt. 
 
 XXIX.— FROM VVLARRO. —Sheridan. 
 
 PIZARRO VALVERDE LAS CASAS — ALMAGRO DAVILLO 
 
 GOMEZ OROZEMBO. 
 
 Pizarro. Alonzo ! the traitor ! How I once loved that man ! 
 His noble mother intrusted him, a boy, to my protection. 
 [Elvira walks about pensively in the hack ground.) At my 
 table did he feast — in my tent did he repose. I had marked 
 his early genius, and the valorous spirit that grew with it. Oft- 
 en had I talked to him of our first adventures — what storms we 
 struggled with — what perils we surmounted ! When landed 
 with a slender host upon an unknown land — then, when I told 
 how famine and fatigue, discord and toil, day by day, did thin 
 our ranks ; amid close pressing enemies, how still undaunted, I 
 endured and dared — maintained my purpose and my power, in 
 despite of growling mutiny or bold revolt, till, with my fauhful 
 hw remaining, I became at last victorious ! — When, I say, of 
 these things 1 spoke, the youth Alonzo, with tears of wonder 
 and delight, would throw him on my neck, and swear his soul's 
 ambition owned no other leader. 
 
 Valverde. What could subdue attachment so begun ? 
 
 Piz. Las Casas. — He it was, with fascinating craft and 
 canting precepts of humanity, raised in Alonzo's mind a new 
 enthusiasm, which forced him, as the stripling termed it, to 
 forego his country's claims for those of human nature. 
 
 Val. Yes, the traitor left thee, joined the Peruvians, and 
 became thy enemy, and Spain's. 
 
 Piz. But first with weariless remonstrance he sued to win 
 me from my purpose, and untwine the sword from my deter- 
 
112 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 mined grasp. Much he spoke of right, of justice, and humanity, 
 calling the Peruvians our innocent and unoffending brethren. 
 Val. They ! — Obdurate heathens ! — They our brethren ! 
 
 Fiz. But when he found that the soft folly of the pleading 
 tears he dropped upon my bosom, fell on marble, he flew and 
 joined the foe ; then, profiting by the lessons he had gained in 
 wronged Pizarro's school, the youth so disciplined and led his 
 new allies, that soon he forced me — ha ! I burn with shame 
 and fury while I own it ! — in base retreat and foul discomfiture 
 to quit the shore. 
 
 Val But the hour of revenge is come. 
 
 Piz. It is ; I have returned — my force is strengthened, and 
 the audacious boy shall soon know that Pizarro lives, and has — 
 a grateful recollection of the thanks he owes him. 
 
 ( Trumpets vnihout.) 
 {Enter Las CasaSy Almagro, Davillo, and soldiers.) 
 
 Las Casas. Pizarro, we attend thy summons. 
 
 Piz, Welcome, venerable father — my friends, most wel- 
 come. Friends and fellow soldiers, at length the hour has 
 arrived, which to Pizarro's hopes presents the full reward of 
 our undaunted enterprise, and long enduring toils. Confident 
 in security, this day the foe devotes to solemn sacrifice : if with 
 bold surprise v/e strike on their solemnity — trust to your lead- 
 er's word — we shall not fail. 
 
 Almagro, Too long inactive have we been mouldering on 
 the coast — our stores exhausted, and our soldiers murmuring. 
 Battle ! battle ! — then death to the armed, and chains for the 
 defenseless. 
 
 Davillo. Death to the whole Peruvian race ! 
 
 Las C, Merciful Heaven ! 
 
 Aim, Yes, general, the attack, and instantly ! Then shall 
 Alonzo, basking at his ease, soon cease "to scoff our sufferings, 
 and scorn our force. 
 
 Las C, Alonzo ! — Scorn and presumption are not in his 
 nature. 
 
 Aim, 'Tis fit Las Casas should defend his pupil. 
 
 Piz, Speak not of the traitor — or hear his name but as the 
 bloody summons to assault and vengeance. It appears we are 
 agreed ? 
 
 Aim, We are. 
 
 Dav, All !— Battle ! battle ! 
 
 Las C. Is, then, the dreadful measure of your cruelty not 
 yet complete ? — Battle ! — gracious Heaven ! Against whom ? 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 113 
 
 Against a king, in whose mild bosom your atrocious injuries 
 even yet have not excited hate ! but who, insulted or victorious, 
 still sues for peace. Against a people, who never wronged the 
 living being their Creator formed : a people who, children of 
 innocence ! received you as cherished guests — with eager hos- 
 pitality and confiding kindness. Generously and freely did 
 they share with you their comforts, their treasures, and their 
 homes : you repaid them by fraud, oppression, and dishonor. 
 These eyes have witnessed all I speak — as gods you were re- 
 ceived ; as fiends you have acted. 
 
 Piz. Las Casas ! 
 
 Las C. Pizarro, hear me ! — hear me, chieftains ! — And 
 thou, All-powerful, whose thunders can shiver into sand the 
 adamantine rock — whose lightnings can pierce to the core of 
 the rived and quaking earth — oh ! let thy power give effect to 
 thy servant's words, as thy spirit gives courage to his will ! 
 Do not, I implore you, renew the foul barbarities which your 
 insatiate avarice has inflicted on this wretched, unoffending 
 race ! — But hush, my sighs — fall not drops of useless sorrow ! 
 — heart-breaking anguish, choke not my utterance. All I en- 
 treat is, send me once more to those you call your enemies. — 
 Oh ! let me be the messenger of penitence from you : I shall 
 return with blessings and with peace from them. 
 
 Piz. Close this idle war of words : time flies, and our op- 
 portunity will be lost. Chieftains, are ye for instant battle? 
 
 Aim. We are. 
 
 Las C. Oh, men of blood ! I was anointed, not to curse, 
 but to bless my countrymen : yet now my blessing on their 
 force were blasphemy. No ! I curse your purpose, homicides ! 
 I curse the bond of blood by which you are united. May fell 
 disunion, infamy, and rout, defeat your projects, and betray 
 your hopes ! On you and your children be the peril of the 
 innocent blood, which shall be shed this day ! I leave you, 
 and for ever ! No longer shall these aged eyes be seared by 
 the horrors they h^.ve witnessed. In caves, in forests, will I hide 
 myself ; with tigers and with savage beasts commune ; and 
 when at length we meet before the blessed tribunal of that 
 Deity, whose mild doctrines and whose mercies ye have this 
 day renounced, O then shall you feel the agony and grief of 
 soul which tear the bosom of your accuser now. (Exit.) 
 
 Piz. (Turning to Almagro.) Now to prepare our muster 
 and our march. At rnid-day is the hour of the sacrifice. Con- 
 sulting with our guides, the route of your divisions shall be given 
 10* 
 
114 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 to each commander. If we surprise, we conquer ; and if we 
 conquer, the gates of Quito will be open to us. 
 (Enter Gomez.) 
 
 Aim, How ! Gomez, what bringest thou ? 
 
 Gomez. On yonder hill, among the palm trees, we have sur- 
 prised an old cacique : escape by flight he could not, and we 
 seized him and his attendant unresisting : yet his hps breathed 
 nothing but bitterness and scorn. 
 
 Piz. Drag him before us. (Gomez leaves the tent, and re- 
 turns conducting in Orozembo, in chains, and guarded.) What 
 art thou, stranger ? 
 
 Orozembo. First tell me which among you is the captain of 
 this band of robbers ? 
 
 Fiz. Ha ! 
 
 Aim. Madman ! Tear out his tongue, or else — 
 
 Oro. Thou'lt hear some truth. 
 
 Dav. (Showing his poniard.) Shall I not plunge this into 
 his heart ? 
 
 Oro. (After surveying Davillo contemptuously — then turning 
 to Pizarro. ) Does your army boast many such heroes as this ? 
 
 Piz. Audacious ! — This insolence has sealed thy doom. 
 Die thou shalt, gray headed ruffian. But first confess what 
 thou knowest. 
 
 Oro. I know that which thou hast just assured me of — that 
 I shall die. 
 
 Piz. Less audacity, perhaps, might have preserved thy life. 
 
 Oro. My life is as a withered tree- — it is not worth preserv- 
 ing. 
 
 Piz. Hear me, old man. Even now we march against the 
 Peruvian army. We know there is a secret path that leads to 
 your strong hold among the rocks : guide us to that, and name 
 your reward. If wealth be thy vvish — 
 
 Oro. Ha! ha! ha! ha! 
 
 Piz. Dost thou despise my offer ? 
 
 Oro. Thee and thy ofl^er ! — Wealth ! I have the wealth of 
 two dear gallant sons — I have stored in heaven the riches which 
 repay good actions here — and still my chief treasure I do bear 
 about me. 
 
 Piz. What is that ? Inform me. 
 
 Oro. I will ; for it never can be thine — the treasure of a 
 pure unsullied conscience. 
 
 Piz. I believe there is no other Peruvian who dares speak 
 as thou dost. 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 115 
 
 Oro. Would I could believe there is no other Spaniard who 
 dares act as thou dost. 
 
 Gom. Obdurate Pagan ! How numerous is your army ? 
 
 Oro, Count the leaves of yonder forest. 
 
 Aim. Which is the weakest part of your camp ? 
 
 Oro, It has no weak part — on every side 'tis fortified by 
 justice. 
 
 Piz, Where have you concealed your wives and your 
 children ] 
 
 Oro. In the hearts of their husbands and their fathers. 
 
 Piz. Knowest thou Alonzo ? 
 
 Oro. Know him ! Alonzo ! Know him ! Our nation's 
 benefactor ! The guardian angel of Peru ! 
 
 Piz. By what has he merited that title ? 
 
 Oro. By not resembling thee. 
 
 Aim. Who is this Rolla, joined with Alonzo in command ? 
 
 Oro. I will answer that ; for I love to hear and to repeat 
 the hero's name. Rolla, the kinsman of the king, is the idol of 
 our army ; in war, a tiger, chased by the hunter's spear ; in 
 peace, more gentle than the unweaned lamb. Cora was once 
 betrothed to him ; but finding she preferred Alonzo, he resign- 
 ed his claim, and, I fear, his peace, to friendship and to Cora's 
 happiness ; yet still he loves her with a pure and holy fire. 
 
 Piz. Romantic savage ! I shall meet this Rolla soon. 
 
 [Retires^ to confer iviili Valverde.) 
 
 Oro. Thou hadst better not ! The terrors of his noble eye 
 would strike thee dead. 
 
 Dav. Silence, or tremble ! 
 
 Oro. Beardless robber ! I never yet have trembled before 
 God — why should I tremble before man ? Why before thee, 
 thou less than man ! 
 
 Dav. Another word, audacious heathen, and I strike ! 
 
 Oro. Strike, Christian ! Then boast among thy fellows — I 
 too have murdered a Peruvian ! 
 
 Dav. Hell and vengeance seize thee ! {Stabs him.) 
 
 Piz. {Rushing forward. ) Hold ! 
 
 Dav. Couldst thou longer have endured his insults ? 
 
 Piz. And therefore should he die untortured ? 
 
 Oro. True ! Observe, young man, {To Davillo^) thy un- 
 thinking rashness has saved me from the rack ; and thou thy- 
 self hast lost the opportunity of a useful lesson ; thou mightest 
 thyself have seen with what cruelty vengeance would have in- 
 
116 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 flicted torments ; and with what patience virtue would have 
 borne them. [Orozemho is borne off, dying,) 
 
 Piz. Away ! — Davillo ! if thus rash a second time — 
 Dav. Forgive the hasty indignation which — 
 Fiz, No more — our guard and guides approach. [Soldiers 
 cross from right to left.) Follow me, friends — each shall have 
 his post assigned, and ere Peruvia's God shall sink beneath the 
 main, the Spanish banner, bathed in blood, shall float above 
 the walls of vanquished Quito. (Exit.) 
 
 XXX.— FROM THE BENEVOLENT JEW.— Cumberland. ' 
 
 SIR STEPHEN BERTRAM FREDERICK BERTRAM CHARLES RAT- 
 
 CLIFFE SAUNDERS — SHEVA, THE JEW JABAL. 
 
 Scene 1. — An apariment in the house of Sir Stephen Bertram. 
 
 (Enter Frederick Bertram and Charles RatcUffe.) 
 
 Charles. Well met, Frederick. 
 
 Frederick. I wish I could say so. 
 
 Char. Why, what's the matter now ? 
 
 Fred. I have no good news to tell you. 
 
 Char. I don't expect it ; you are not made to be the bear- 
 er of good news : knavery engrosses all fortune's favor, and 
 fools run up and down with the tidings of it. 
 
 Fred. You are still a philosopher. 
 
 Char. I cannot tell that, till I am tried by prosperity : it is 
 that which sets our failings in full view ; adversity conceals 
 them. — But, come, discuss : tell me in what one part of my 
 composition the ingenious cruelty of fortune can place another 
 blow? 
 
 Fred. By my soul, Charles, I am ashamed to tell you, be- 
 cause the blow is now given by a hand I wish to reverence. 
 You know the temper of Sir Stephen Bertram ; he is my 
 father, therefore I will not enlarge upon a subject that would be 
 painful to us both. It is with infinite regret I have seen you, 
 (nobly descended, and still more nobly endowed,) earning a 
 scanty maintenance at your desk, in his counting-house : it is 
 a slavery you are now released from. 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 117 
 
 Char. I understand you ; Sir Stephen has no further com- 
 mands for me. I will go to him and deliver up my keys. 
 
 {Going.) 
 
 Fred. Have patience for a moment. Do you guess his 
 reasons for this hasty measure ? 
 
 Char. What care I for his reasons, when I know they can- 
 not touch my honor ! 
 
 Fred. Oh, Charles, my heart is penetrated with your situa- 
 tion ! What will become of those beloved objects ? 
 
 Char. Why, what becomes of all the objects misery lays 
 low ? They shrink from sight, and are forgotten. — You know 
 I will not hear you on this subject : 'twas not with my consent 
 you ever knew there were such objects in existence. 
 
 Fred. I own it ; but in this extremity, methinks you might 
 relax a little from that rigid honor. 
 
 Char. Never ; but, as the body of a man is braced by win- 
 ter, so is my resolution by adversity. On this point only can 
 we differ. Why will my friend persist in urging ii ? 
 
 Fred. I have done. — You have your way. 
 
 Char. Then, with your leave, I'll go to your father. 
 
 Fred. Hold ! Here comes one that supersedes all other 
 visitors — old Sheva, the rich Jew, the merest muckworm in the 
 city of London. How the old Hebrew casts about for prodigals 
 to snap at ! — I'll throw him out a bait for sport. 
 
 Char. No ; let him pass ; what sport can his infirmities af- 
 ford ? 
 
 {Enter Sheva.) 
 
 Sheva. The goot day to you, my young master ! How is it 
 with your health, I pray ? Is your fader. Sir Stephen Bertram, 
 and my very goot patron, to be spoken with ? 
 
 Fred. Yes, yes, he is at home, and to be spoken with, under 
 some precaution, Sheva ; if you bring him money, you would 
 be welcome. 
 
 Sheva. Ah ! that is very goot. Moneys is welcome every 
 where. 
 
 Fred. Pass on, pass on ! no more apologies. Good man 
 of money, save your breath to count your guineas. {Exit 
 Sheva.) That fellow would not let his shadow fall upon the 
 earth, if he could help it. 
 
 Char. You are too hard upon him. The thing is courte- 
 ous. 
 
 Fred, Hanof him ! he'll bow for half a crown. His carcass 
 
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 and its covering would not coin into a ducat, yet he is a moving 
 mine of wealth. 
 
 Char. You see these characters with indignation : I con- 
 template them with pity. I have a fellow-feeling for poor She- 
 va : he is as much in poverty as I am, only it is poverty of 
 another species : he wants what he has ; I have nothing, and 
 want every thing. Misers are not unuseful members of the 
 community ; they act like dams to rivers, hold up the stream, 
 that else would run to waste ; and make deep water where there 
 would be shallows. 
 
 Fred. I recollect you were his rescuer ; I did not know 
 you were his advocate. 
 
 Char. 'Tis true, I snatched him out of jeopardy. My 
 countrymen, with all their natural humanity, have no objection 
 to the hustling of a Jew. The poor old creature was most 
 roughly handled. 
 
 Fred. What was the cause ? 
 
 Char. I never asked the cause. There was a hundred 
 upon one ; that was cause enough for me to make myself a 
 second to the party overmatched. — I got a few hard knocks, 
 but I brought off my man. 
 
 Fred. The synagogue should canonize you for the deed. 
 (Sheva returns.) 
 
 Sheva. Aha ! there is no business to be done ; there is no 
 talking to your fader. He is not just now in the sweetest of all 
 possible tempers. Any thing, Mr. Bertram, wanted in my 
 way ? 
 
 Fred. Yes, Sheva, there is enough wanted in your way, but 
 I doubt it is not in your will to do it. 
 
 Sheva. I do always do my utmost for my principals : 1 
 never spare my pains when business is going : be it ever such 
 a trifle, I am thankful. Every little helps a poor man like me. 
 
 Fred. You speak of your spirit, I suppose, when you call 
 yourself a poor man. All the world knows you roll in riches. 
 
 Sheva. The world knows no great deal of me. I do not 
 deny but my moneys may roll a little ; but for myself, I do not 
 roll at all. I live sparingly, and labor hard ; therefore I am 
 called a miser — I cannot help it ; an uncharitable dog — I must 
 endure it ; a bloodsucker, an extortioner, a Shylock. Hard 
 names, Mr. Frederick ; but what can a poor Jew say in return, 
 if a Christian chooses to abuse him ? 
 
 Fred. Say nothing, but spend your money like a Christian. 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 119 
 
 Sheva. We have no abiding place on earth, no country, no 
 home ; every body rails at us, every body flouts us, every body 
 points us out for their maygame and their mockery. If your 
 play writers want a butt or a buffoon, or a knave, to make sport 
 of, out comes a Jew, to be baited and buffeted through five 
 long acts, for the amusement of all goot Christians. Cruel 
 sport ! — merciless amusement ! Hard dealings for a poor 
 stray sheep of the scattered flock of Abraham ! How can you 
 expect us to show kindness, when we receive none ? 
 
 Char. (Advancing.) That is true, friend Sheva! I can 
 witness. I am sorry to say there is too much justice in your 
 complaint. 
 
 Sheva. Bless this goot light ! I did not see you — 'tis my 
 very goot friend, Mr. Ratclifle, as I live. — Give me your 
 pardon. I should be sorry to say in your hearing, that there is 
 no charity for the poor Jews. Truly, sir, I am under very great 
 obligations to you for your generous protection t'other night, when 
 I was mobbed and maltreated ; and, for aught I can tell, should 
 have been massacred, had not you stood forward in my defense. 
 Truly, sir, I bear it very thankfully in my remembrance ; truly I 
 do ; yes, truly. 
 
 Fred. Leave me with him, Charles ; I'll hold him in dis- 
 course whilst you go to my father. {Exit Charles.) 
 
 Sheva. Oh ! it was a goot deed, very goot deed, to save a 
 poor Jew from a pitiless mob ; and I am very grateful to you, 
 
 worthy Mr. Ah ! the gentleman is gone away : that is 
 
 another thing. 
 
 Fred. It is so, but your gratitude need not go away at the 
 same time ; you are not bound to make good the proverb — 
 *• Out of sight, out of mind." 
 
 Sheva. No, no, no ! I am very much obliged to him, not 
 only for my life, but for the moneys and the valuables I had 
 about me ; I had been hustled out of them all, but for him. 
 
 Fred. Well, then, having so much gratitude for his favors, 
 you have now an opportunity of making some return to him. 
 
 Sheva. Yes, yes, and I do make him a return of my thanks 
 and goot wishes very heartily. What can a poor Jew say more ? 
 I do wish him all goot things, and give him all goot words. 
 
 Fred. Good words, indeed ! What are they to a man who 
 is cast naked lapon the wide world, with a widowed mother and 
 a defenseless sister, who look up to him for their support ? 
 
 Sheva. Goot lack, goot lack ! I thought he was in occu- 
 pations in your fader's counting-house. 
 
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 Fred. He was, and from his scanty pittance, piously sup- 
 ported these poor destitutes : that source is now stopped, and 
 as you, when in the midst of rioters, was in want of a protector, 
 so is he, in the midst of his misfortunes, in want of some kind 
 friend to rescue him. 
 
 Sheva. Oh dear, oh dear ! this world is full of sadness and 
 of sorrow ; miseries upon miseries ! unfortunates by hundreds 
 and by thousands, and poor Sheva has but two weak eyes to 
 find tears for them all. 
 
 Fred. Come, come, Sheva, pity will not feed the hungry, 
 nor clothe the naked. Ratclifie is the friend of my heart : I 
 am helpless in myself; my father, though just, is austere in the 
 extreme ; I dare not resort to him for money, nor can I turn 
 my thoughts to any other quarter for the loan of a small sum 
 in this extremity, except to you. 
 
 Sheva, To me ! goot lack, to me ! What will become of 
 me? What will Sir Stephen say? He is full of moneys, but 
 then again, he is a close man, very austere, as you say, and very 
 just, but not very generous. 
 
 Fred, Well, well, let me have your answer. 
 
 Sheva, Yes, yes, but my answer will not please you with- 
 out the moneys ; I shall be a Jewish dog, a baboon, an imp of 
 Beelzebub, if 1 don't find the moneys, and when my moneys is 
 all gone, what shall I be then ? An ass, a fool, a jack-a-dandy ! 
 — Oh dear ! Oh dear ! Well, there must be conditions, look 
 you. 
 
 Fred. To be sure : security twice secured ; premium and 
 interest, and bond and judgment into the bargain. Only enable 
 me to preserve my friend ; give me that transport, and I care 
 not what I pay for it. 
 
 Sheva, Mercy on your heart ! what haste and hurry you 
 are in ! How much did you want ? One hundred pounds, did 
 you say ? 
 
 Fred. More than one, more than one. 
 
 Sheva, Ah ! poor Sheva ! More than one hundred pounds ; 
 what ! so much as two hundred ? 'tis a great deal of moneys. 
 
 Fred, Come, friend Sheva, at one word — three hundred 
 pounds. 
 
 Sheva, Mercies defend me, what a sum ! 
 
 Fred. Accommodate me with three hundred pounds ; make 
 your own terms ; consult your conscience in the bargain, and 
 I will say you are a good fellow. Oh ! Sheva ! did you 
 but know the luxury of relieving honor, innocence, and beauty, 
 from distress ! 
 
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 Sheva. Oh ! 'tis great luxury, I dare say, else yoti would 
 not buy it at so high a price. Well, well, well ! I have thought 
 a little, and if you will come to my poor cabin in Duke's place, 
 you shall have the moneys. 
 
 Fred. Well said, my gallant Sheva ! Shall I bring a bond 
 with me to fill up ? 
 
 Sheva, No, no, no ; we have all those in my shop. 
 
 Fred, I don't doubt it: all the apparatus of an usurer. 
 (Aside.) Farewell, Sheva ! be ready with your instruments, I 
 care not what they are : only let me have the money, and you 
 may proceed to dissection as soon after as you please. (Exit.) 
 
 Sheva. Heigho ! I cannot choose but weep. Sheva, thou 
 art a fool. Three hundred pounds, by the day, how much 
 is that in the year ? — Oh dear, oh dear ! I shall be ruined, 
 starved, wasted to a watch-light. Bowels, you shall pinch for 
 this : I'll not eat flesh this fortnight : I'll suck the air for nour- 
 ishment : I'll feed upon the steam of an alderman's kitchen, as 
 I put my nose down his area. — Well, well ! but soft, a word, 
 friend Sheva ! Art thou not rich, monstrous rich, abominably 
 rich ? and yet thou livest on a crust. Be it so ! thou dost stint 
 thine appetites to pamper thine affections ; thou dost make thy- 
 self to live in poverty, that the poor may live in plenty. Well, 
 well ! so long as thou art a miser only to thine own cost, thou 
 mayest hug thyself in this poor habit, and set the world's con- 
 tempt at nought. 
 
 (Enter Charles Ratdiffe, not noticing the Jew.) 
 
 Char, Unfeeling, heartless man, I've done with you. I'll 
 dig, beg, perish, rather than submit to such unnatural terms ! 
 I may remain : my mother and my sister must be banished to 
 a distance. Why, this Jew, this usurer, this enemy to our faith, 
 whose heart is in his bags, would not have used me thus — I'll 
 question him. Sheva ! 
 
 Sheva. What is your pleasure ? 
 
 Char I do not know the word. 
 
 Sheva. What is your will, then? Speak it. 
 
 Char. Sheva ! — You have been a son — you had a mother — 
 dost remember her? 
 
 Sheva. Goot lack, goot lack ! do I remember her !— 
 
 Char. Didst love her, cherish her, support her ? 
 
 Sheva. Ah me ! ah me ! it is as much as my poor heart 
 will bear to think of her. I would have died — 
 
 Char. Thou hast affections, feelings, charities — 
 
 Sheva, I am a man, sir ; call me how you please. 
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122 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Char. I'll call you Christian, then, and this proud merchant, 
 Jew. 
 
 Sheva, I shall not thank you for that compliment. 
 
 Char. And hadst thou not a sister, too? 
 
 Sheva. No ; no sister, no broder, no son, no daughter ; I 
 am a solitary being, a waif on the world's wide common. 
 
 Char. And thou hast hoarded wealth, till thou art sick with 
 gold, even to plethora. Thy bags run over with the spoils of 
 usury, thy veins are glutted with the blood of prodigals and 
 gamesters. 
 
 Sheva. I have enough ; something, perhaps, to spare. 
 
 Char. And I have nothing, nothing to spare but miseries, 
 with which my measure overflows. By heaven, it racks my 
 soul to think that those beloved sufferers should want, and this 
 thing so abound ! {Aside.) Now, Sheva, now, if you and I 
 were out of sight of man, benighted in some desert, wild as my 
 thoughts, naked as my fortune, should you not tremble ? 
 
 Sheva. What should I tremble for ? — You could not harm 
 a poor, defenseless, aged man ? 
 
 Char. Indeed, indeed, I could not harm you, Sheva, whilst 
 I retained my senses. 
 
 Sheva. Sorrow disturbs them : yes, yes, it is sorrow. Ah 
 me, ah me ! poor Sheva in his time has been driven mad with 
 sorrow. — 'Tis a hard world. 
 
 Char. Sir, I have done you wrong. You pity me, I'm sure 
 you do : those tones could never proceed but from a feeling 
 heart. 
 
 Sheva. Try me, touch me, I am not made of marble. 
 
 Char. No, on my life you are not. 
 
 Sheva. Nor yet of gold extorted from the prodigal : I am no 
 shark to prey upon mankind. What I have got, I have got by 
 little and little, working hard and pinching my own bowels. — I 
 could say something ; it is in my thought ; but no, I will not 
 say it here. This is the house of trade ; that is not to my pur- 
 pose. Come home with me, so please you ; ''tis but a little 
 walk, and you shall see what I have shown to no man — Sheva's 
 real heart : I do not carry it in my hand. Come, 1 pray you, 
 come along. (Exeunt.) 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 123 
 
 Scene 2. — Slieva's house. 
 
 (Jahal discovered. — Enter Sheva and Charles Ratcliffe.) 
 
 Sheva. So, so, so ! VVhat's here to do with you ? Why 
 are you not at your work ? — Jabal, a cup of cold water — I am 
 very thirsty. 
 
 JabaL Are you not rather hungry too, sir ? 
 
 Sheva. Hold your tongue, puppy ! Get about your busi- 
 ness : and, here, take my hat, clean it carefully ; but mind you 
 do not brush it ; that will wear off the nap. 
 
 JabaL The nap, indeed ! There is no shelter for a flea. 
 
 (Exit) 
 
 Sheva. Aha ! I am tired. I beg your pardon, Mr. Rat- 
 cliffe. I am an old man. Sit you down, I pray you ; sit you 
 down, and we will talk a little. (Jabal brings a glass of water,) 
 So, so, that is right. Water is goot. Fie upon you, Jabal ; why 
 do you not offer the glass to my guest, before me ? 
 
 Jabal. Lord love him ! I'd give him wine, if I had it. 
 
 Sheva. No, no, it is goot water ; it is better than wine : 
 wine is heating, water is cooling ; wine costs moneys, water 
 comes for nothing. Your goot health, sir ! Oh ! 'tis delicious, 
 it is satisfying : I was very empty before ; my stomach was 
 craving ; now I am quite content. Go your ways, Jabal ; go 
 your ways. (Exit Jabal.) Sir, I have nothing to ask you to 
 but that water, which you would not drink : 'twas very goot 
 water, notwithstanding. Ah ! Mr. RatclifTe, I must be very 
 saving now. I must pinch close. 
 
 Char. For what 1 Are you not rich enough to allow your- 
 self the common comforts of life ? 
 
 Sheva. Oh yes, oh yes ! 1 am rich, to be sure. Mercy on 
 me, what a world of moneys should I now have, if I had no 
 pity in my heart ! But it tnelts, and melts, or else — oh ! dear 
 me, what a heap it would have been ! 
 
 Char. Pardon me, sir, if I say there are some seeming con- 
 tradictions in your character, which I cannot reconcile. You 
 give away your money, it should seem, with the generosity of a 
 prince, and I hear you lament over it in the language of a miser. 
 
 Sheva. That is true, that is very true : I love my moneys, 
 I do love them dearly ; but I love my fellow-creatures a little 
 better. 
 
 Char. Seeing you are so charitable to others, why can't you 
 spare a little to yourself ! 
 
124 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Sheva. Because I am angry with myself for being such a 
 baby, a child, a chicken. Your people do not love me ; what 
 business have I to love your people ? I am a Jew ; my fathers, 
 up to Abraham, all were Jews. Merciless mankind, how have 
 you persecuted them ! My family is all gone, it is extinct ; my 
 very name will vanish out of memory when I am dead. I pray 
 you, pardon me, I am very old, and apt to weep ; I pray you, 
 pardon me. 
 
 Char. I am more disposed to subscribe to your tears, than 
 to find fault with them. 
 
 Sheva. Well, well, well, 'tis natural for me to weep when I 
 reflect upon their sufferings and my own. Sir, you shall know 
 — but I won't tell you my sad story : you are young and tender- 
 hearted, it is all written down — you shall find it with my papers 
 at my death. 
 
 Char. Sir, at your death ? 
 
 Sheva. Yes. — Sure I must die some time or other. Though 
 you have saved my life once, you cannot save it always. I did 
 tell you, Mr. RatclifTe, I would show you my heart. Sir, it is a 
 heart to do you all possible goot whilst I live, and to pay you 
 the debt of gratitude, when I die. I believe it is the only one I 
 owe to the pure benevolence of my fellow creatures. 
 
 Char. I am sorry you have found mankind so ungrateful. 
 
 Sheva. Not so, not so ; 1 might perhaps have found them 
 grateful, if I had let them know their benefactor. I did relieve 
 their wants, but I did not court their thanks : they did eat my 
 bread, and hooted at me for a miser. 
 {Enter Jahal.) 
 
 Jabal. A gentleman, who says his name is Bertram, waits 
 to speak with you. I fancy he comes to borrow money, for he 
 looks wondrous melancholy. 
 
 Sheva. Hold your tongue, knave ; what is it to you what 
 he comes for ? 
 
 JahaL I'm sure he does not come for a dinner, for he has 
 not brought it with him. 
 
 Sheva. I pray you, Mr. Ratcliffe, pass out that way. 1 
 would not have you both meet. {Exit Ratcliffe.) Admit Mr. 
 Bertram. {Exit Jabal.) 
 {Re-enter Jabal, introducing Frederick^ then crosses behind, 
 and exit.) 
 
 Sheva. You are welcome, Mr. Bertram : our business may 
 quickly be dispatched. You want three hundred pounds ; I have 
 made shift to scrape that sum together, and it is ready for you. 
 
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 Fred, Alas, Sheva ! since last I saw you, I am so totally 
 undone, that it would now be robbery to take your money. 
 My father has expelled me from his house. 
 
 Sheva. Why ? for what cause ? 
 
 Fred. I have married — 
 
 Sheva. Well, that is natural enough. 
 
 Fred. Married without his knowledge. 
 
 Sheva. So did he without yours. What besides ? 
 
 Fred. Married a wife without a farthing. 
 
 Sheva. Ah ! that is very silly, I must say. 
 
 Fred. You could not say so, did you know the lady. 
 
 Sheva. That may be ; but I do not know the lady : you 
 have not named her to me. 
 
 Fred. The sister of Charles RatclifFe. 
 
 Sheva. Ah ! to Miss RatclifFe ? Is it so ? And she is 
 soot and lovely ; but she has no moneys ; and that has made 
 your fader very angry with you ? 
 
 Fred. Fuiious, irreconcilable. 
 
 Sheva. Why, truly, moneys is a goot thing ; and your 
 fader is not the only man in England that does think so. I 
 confess I am very much of his mind in respect to moneys. 
 
 Fred. I know you are ; therefore, keep your money, and 
 good morning to you. 
 
 Sheva. Flold, hold, be not so hasty ! If 1 do love my mon- 
 eys, it may be because I have it in my power to tender them 
 to you. 
 
 Fred. But I have said I never can repay you, whilst you 
 are in this world. 
 
 Sheva. Perhaps I shall be content to be repaid when I am 
 out of it — I believe I have a pretty many post obits of that sort 
 upon the file. 
 
 Fred. I do not rightly understand you. 
 
 Sheva. Then pray have a little patience till I am better un- 
 derstood. — Sir Stephen had a match for you in view ? 
 
 Fred. He had. 
 
 Sheva, What was the lady's fortune ? 
 
 Fred. Ten thousand pounds. 
 
 Sheva. That is a goot round sum ; but you did not love 
 her, and you do love your wife. 
 
 Fred, As dearly as you love your money. 
 
 Sheva. A little better, we will hope, for I do lend my mon- 
 eys to my friend. For instance, take these bills ; three hun- 
 dred pounds. — What ails you ? They are goot bills, they are 
 11* 
 
126 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 bank — oh ! that I had a sack full of them ! They will hire 
 you very pretty lodging, and you will be very happy with your 
 pretty wife. I pray you, take them. Why will you be so hard 
 with a poor Jew, as to refuse him a goot bargain, when you 
 know he loves to lay his moneys out to profit and advantage ? 
 
 Fred. Are you in earnest ? You astonish me. 
 
 Sheva. I am a little astonished too, for I did never see a 
 man so backward to take moneys : you are not like your fader. 
 I am afraid you are a little proud. 
 
 Fred. You shall not say so. I accept your generous tender. 
 
 Sheva. I wish it was ten thousand pounds, then your goot 
 fader would be well content. 
 
 Fred. Yes ; of two equal fortunes, I believe he would be 
 good enough to let me take my choice. 
 
 Sheva. Oh ! that is very kind : he would give you the pre- 
 ference when he had none himself. 
 
 Fred. Just so ; but what acknowledgment shall I give you 
 for these bills ? 
 
 Sheva. None, none ; I do acknowledge them myself with 
 very great pleasures in serving you, and no small pains in part- 
 ing from tliem. I pray you, make yourself and pretty wife 
 comfortable with the moneys, and I will comfort myself, as well 
 as I can, without them. Ah ! poor Sheva ! when thou art a 
 beggar-man, who will take pity of thee ? — Well, well, no mat- 
 ter ! Now I must take a little walk about my business — 1 pray 
 you, pardon my unpoliteness. 
 
 Fred^ No apology : I am gone. Farewell, Sheva ! Thou 
 a miser ! thou art a prince ! {Exit.) 
 Sheva. Jabal ! open the door. [Exit.) 
 
 Scene 3, — Sir Stephen Bertram's House, 
 
 {Enter Sir Stephen Bertram, and Saunders.) 
 Sir S. Well, Saunders, what news have you been able to 
 collect of my undutiful son ? 
 
 Saun. I have not seen Mr. Bertram, but I am told he has 
 settled himself in very handsome lodgings, and is gone to re- 
 move his lady to them. 
 
 Sir S. His lady, do you call her ? Can you find no fitter 
 term ? Where should he get the means to setde ? He was 
 not furnished with them by me ; who else will do it ? If he at- 
 tempts to raise money upon expectancies, be it at their peril 
 who are fools enough to trust him : no prudent man will be his 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 127 
 
 bubble. If I were sure that was his practice, I should hold it 
 matter of conscience to advertise against his debts. 
 
 Saun. Perhaps there may be some persons in the world, 
 who think you will not always hold out against an only son. 
 
 Sir S. Then let those persons smart for their opinion. 
 They little know the feelings of an injured father : they cannot 
 calculate my hopes, my disappointments, my regret ! He might 
 have had a lady with an ample fortune. A wife without a shil- 
 ling is — but what avails complaint ? Could you learn nothing 
 further, who supplies him, who holds him up ? 
 
 Saun. I hear that he had money of your broker, Sheva. 
 Sir S. That must be false intelligence. He will as soon 
 make gold by transmutation, as wring it from the gripe of that 
 old usurer. No, no, Sheva is too wary, too much a Jew, to 
 help him with a shilling. 
 
 Saun. Yet I was so informed by his own servant, Jabal. 
 He says, Mr. Bertram came to old Sheva's house by appoint- 
 ment ; that he overheard their whole conversation, in which 
 your son very honorably stated the utter ruin your displeasure 
 had brought upon him, and would have refused the money, but 
 that old Sheva forced it upon him. 
 
 Sir S. It mocks all belief; it only proves, that Sheva, the 
 most inveterate miser in existence, has a fellow Jew for his ser- 
 vant, one of the completest liars in creation. 
 
 Saun. I am apt to give him credit for the fact, notwith- 
 standing. 
 
 Sir S, Then give me leave to say, you have more faith 
 than most men living. Was I to give so much credit, Mr. 
 Saunders, I should soon stop. 
 
 Saun. I am not quite so fixed in my persuasion of old 
 Sheva's character, as you are. In his dealings, all the world 
 knows he is punctually honest; no man's character stands 
 higher, in the Alley ; and his servant tells me, though he starves 
 himself, he is secretly very charitable to others. 
 
 Sir S. Yes, this you may believe, if you are disposed to 
 take one Jew's word for another Jew's character. I am obsti- 
 nate against both ; and if he has supplied the money, as I am 
 sure it must be on usurious principles, as soon as ever I have 
 the old miser in my reach, I will wring either the truth from 
 "his lips, or the life out of his carcass. 
 {Enter Sheva.) 
 Sheva. How does my worthy master ? I am your very 
 humble servant, goot Sir Stephen Bertram. I have a little pri- 
 
128 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 vate business to impart to you, with your goot leave, and if 
 your leisure serves. 
 
 Sir S. Leave us, if you please. [Exit Saunders.) 
 
 Sheva. Aha ! I am very much fatigued. There is a great 
 throng and press in the offices at the Bank, and I am aged and 
 feeble. 
 
 Sir S. Hold, sir. Before I welcome you within these doors, 
 or suffer you to sit down in my presence, I demand to know, 
 explicitly, and without prevarication, if you have furnished my 
 son with money secretly, and without my leave ? 
 
 Sheva. If 1 do lend, ought I not to lend it in secret ? If I 
 do not ask your leave. Sir Stephen, may I not dispose of my 
 own moneys according to my own liking ? But if it is a crime, 
 I do wish to ask you who is my accuser ? that, I believe, is jus- 
 tice every where ; and in your happy country I do think it is 
 the law likewise. 
 
 Sir S. Very well, sir ; you shall have both law and justice. 
 The information comes from your own servant, Jabal. Can 
 you controvert it ? 
 
 Sheva. I do presume to say, my servant ought not to report 
 his master's secrets ; but I will not say he has not spoken the 
 truth. 
 
 Sir S. Then you confess the fact. 
 
 Sheva. I humbly think there is no call for that ; you have 
 the information from my footboy. I do not deny it. 
 
 Sir S. And the sum — 
 
 Sheva. I do not talk of the sum. Sir Stephen, that is not 
 my practice ; neither, under favor, is my footboy my cashier. 
 If he be a knave, and listen at my key-hole, the more shame 
 his ; I am not in the fault. 
 
 Sir S. Not in ^he fault ! Wretch, miser, usurer ! You 
 never yet let loose a single guinea from your gripe, but with a 
 view of doubling it at the return. I know what you are. * 
 
 Sheva. Indeed ! it is more than I will say for myself. I 
 pray you, goot Sir Stephen, take a little time to know my heart, 
 before you rob me of my reputation. I am a Jew, a poor de- 
 fenseless Jew ; that is enough to make me miser, usurer. 
 Alas ! I carmot help it. 
 
 Sir S. No matter : you are caught in your own trap. I 
 tell you now, my son is ruined, disinherited, undone. One con- 
 solation is, that you have lost your money. 
 
 Sheva. If that be a consolation, you are very welcome to 
 it. If my moneys are lost, my motives are not. 
 
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 Sir S. Fll never pay one farthing of his debts. He has 
 offended me for life ; refused a lady with ten thousand pounds, 
 and married a poor miss without a doit. 
 
 Sheva. Yes, I do understand your son is married. 
 
 Sir S. Do you so ? By the same token I understand you 
 to be a villain. 
 
 Sheva, Aha ! that is a very bad word ; villain. I did never 
 think to hear that word from one who says he knows me. I 
 pray you, now, permit me to speak to you a word or two in 
 my own defense. I have done great deal of business for you, 
 Sir Stephen ; have put a pretty deal of moneys in your pocket 
 by my pains and labors ; I did never wrong you of one six- 
 pence in my life ; I was content with my lawful commission ; 
 how can I be a villain ? 
 
 Sir S. Do you not uphold the son against the father ? 
 
 Sheva, I do uphold the son, but not against the fader ; it is 
 not natural to suppose the oppressor and the fader one and the 
 same person. I did see your son struck down to the ground 
 with sorrow, cut to the heart ; I did not stop to ask whose hand 
 had laid him low ; I gave him mine, and raised him up. 
 
 Sir S. You ! you to talk of charity ! 
 
 Sheva. I do not talk of it : I feel it. 
 
 Sir S. What claim have you to generosity, humanity, or 
 any manly virtue ? Which of your money-making tribe ever 
 had a sense of pity ? Show me the terms on which you have 
 lent this money, if you dare ! Exhibit the dark deed, by which 
 you have meshed your victim in the snares of usury ; but be 
 assured, I'll drag you to the light, and publish your base deal- 
 ings to the world. {Catches him by the sleeve.) 
 
 Sheva. Take your hand from my coat ; my coat and I are 
 very old, and pretty well worn out together. There, there ! 
 be patient. Moderate your passions, and you shall see my 
 terms : they are in little compass : fair dealings may be com- 
 prised in few words. 
 
 Sir S. If they are fair, produce them. 
 
 Sheva. Let me see, let me see ! Ah ! poor Sheva ! I do 
 so tremble, I can hardly hold my papers. So, so ! Now I am 
 right. Aha ! here it is. 
 
 Sir S. Let me see it. 
 
 Sheva. Take it. (Gives a paper.) Do you not see it 
 now ? Have you cast your eye over it ? Is it not right ? I 
 am no more than broker, look you. If there is a mistake, 
 point it out, and I will correct it. 
 
130 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Sir S. (Reads.) Ten thousand pounds^ invested in the 
 three per cents money, of Eliza^ late Ratcliffej now Bertram, 
 
 Sheva. Even so. A pretty tolerable fortune for a poor dis- 
 inherited son, not worth one penny. 
 
 Sir S. I'm thunderstruck ! 
 
 Sheva. Are you so ? I was struck too, but not by thunder. 
 And what has Sheva done to be called villain ? I am a Jew, 
 what then ? Is that a reason none of my tribe should have a 
 sense of pity ? You have no great deal of pity yourself, but I 
 do know many noble British merchants that abound in pity, 
 therefore I do not abuse your tribe. 
 
 Sir S. I am confounded and ashamed ; I see my fault, and 
 most sincerely ask your pardon. 
 
 Sheva. Goot lack, goot lack! that is too much. I pray 
 you, goot Sir Stephen, say no more ; you will bring the blush 
 upon my cheek, if you demean yourself so far to a poor Jew, 
 who is your very humble servant to command. 
 
 Sir S. Did my son know Miss RatclifTe had this fortune ? 
 
 Sheva. When ladies are so handsome, and so goot, no gen- 
 erous man will ask about their fortune. 
 
 Sir S. ^Tis plain I was not that generous man. 
 
 Sheva. No, no ; you did ask about nothing else. 
 
 Sir S. i But how in the name of wonder, did she come by it ? 
 
 Sheva. If you did give me moneys to buy stock, would you 
 not be much offended were I to ask you how you came by it ? 
 
 Sir S. Her brother was my clerk. I did not think he had 
 a shilling in the world. 
 
 Sheva. And yet you turned him upon the world, where he 
 has found a great many shillings. The world, you see, was the 
 better master of the two. Well, Sir Stephen, I will humbly 
 take my leave. You wished your son to marry a lady with 
 ten thousand pounds ; he has exactly fulfilled your wishes : I 
 do presume you will not think it necessary to turn him out of 
 doors, nnd disinherit him for that. 
 
 Sir S. Go on, 1 merit your reproof. 1 shall henceforward 
 be ashamed to look you or my son in the face. 
 
 Sheva. To look me in the face, is lo see nothing of my 
 heart ; to look upon your son, and not to love him, I should 
 have thought had been impossible. Sir Stephen, I am your 
 very humble servant. 
 
 Sir S. Farewell, friend Sheva ! Can you forgive me ? 
 
 Sheva. I can forgive my enemy ; much more, my friend. 
 
 {Exeunt) 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 131 
 
 Scene 4. — Sheva's house. 
 
 (Enter Sir S. Bertram, Frederick Bertram^ and Sheva.) 
 
 Fred. This, father, this is the man. My benefactor — all 
 mankind's. The widow's friend, the orphan's father, the poor 
 man's protector, the universal philanthropist. 
 
 Sheva. Hush, hush ! you make me hide my face. 
 
 {Covers his face with his hands.) 
 
 Fred. Ah, sir ! 'tis now too late to cover your good deeds. 
 You have long masked your charities beneath this humble 
 seeming, and shrunk back from actions princes might have 
 gloried in. You must now face the world, and transfer the 
 blush from your own cheeks to theirs, whom prejudice had 
 taught to scorn you. For your single sake we must reform our 
 hearts, and inspire them with candor toward your whole nation. 
 
 Sheva. Enough, enough ! more than enough ! I pray you, 
 spare me : I am not used to hear the voice of praise, and it 
 oppresses me : I should not know myself if you were to de- 
 scribe me: I have a register within, in which these merits are 
 not noted. Simply, I am an honest man, no more ; fair in my 
 dealings, as my good patron here, I hope, can witness. 
 
 Sir S. Ah! now the mystery's solved. The ten thousand 
 pounds were yours ; give them to Ratciiffe ; I am ashamed of 
 my own conduct ; am satisfied with my son's ; above all, I have 
 seen his sweet Eliza, and she will derive nothing from fortune, 
 where nature has given so much. 
 
 Sheva. That is a noble speech ; but moneys does not lessen 
 merit, at least not always, as I hope, for Mr. Ratcliffe's sake, 
 for he is heir of all that I possess. » 
 
 Sir S. I trust that Mr. Ratciiffe will remember to whom he 
 owes this happiness, and emulate his benefactor's virtues. 
 
 Fred. The treasure that integrity has collected, cannot be 
 better lodged than in the hands of honor. 
 
 Sir S. It is a mme of w(>alth. 
 
 Sheva. Excuse me, goot Sir Stephen ; it is not a mine, for 
 it was never out of sight of •* those who searched for it. The 
 poor man did not dig to find it ; and where I now bestow it, it 
 will be found by him again. I do not bury it in a synagogue, 
 or any other pile ; I do not waste it upon vanity, or public 
 works ; I leave it to a charitable heir, and build my hospital in 
 the human heart. (Exeunt.) 
 
132 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 XXXL— FROM THE FARMER'S STORY. -Bernard. 
 
 LOCKWOOD, ORIGINALLY A YOUNG FARMER, NOW A REDUCED 
 
 GAMESTER — MARY, HIS WIFE DERBY, A GABIESTER AND 
 
 CONFEDERATE RUT, HIS FORMER SERVANT BRISTLES, A 
 
 POOR TRAVELING PAINTER RYLAND, AN EMIGRANT RETURN- 
 ED FROM CANADA. 
 
 Mrs. Lockwood.—&tzp\^tn ! Stej)t)en ! ft i» m^ tJ^iriQ prager. 
 
 Scene. — A cottage, exhibiting the greatest poverty and decay. 
 Lockwood asleep on a low bed' Mrs. Lockwood seated at table, 
 with some sewing in her lap. A written paper on the table beside 
 the candle. 
 
 Mrs. Lockwood. He is still asleep ! but there's such a 
 strange look in his face, he can't be happy. He has again 
 been disappointed. I can see before he speaks that we are 
 destined to sink lower in this gulf of misery. (Pausing.) 
 Last night we parted with the last shilling of our money, and 
 to-day he went to London to borrow some. We have 'not paid 
 our quarter's rent, and here's a notice that we must quit this 
 roof to-morrow — this, the third shelter we have removed to 
 since we left our costly house in London — and so poor a one, 
 I thought we could not lose it. Oh, what a change from the 
 cottage we had once ! that home which he despised — where 
 every face came in as a fresh beam of sunshine, and not a 
 sound could fall upon the ear, but it had the lightness of a song, 
 or the softness of a blessing. , 
 
SERIOUS AND. SENTIMENTAL. 133 
 
 Lockwood, (Waking.) Mary! 
 
 Mrs. L, Yes, Stephen. 
 
 Lock. Some water ! 
 
 Mrs. L. I am sorry I have nothing else to give you. 
 
 Lock. Do I blame you ? 
 
 Mrs. L. I have been trying to do a little needle work in 
 your absence, to take to a milliner's. 
 
 Lock. And how much would you earn, were you to work 
 your fingers to the bone ? 
 
 M7's. L. Why, enough to buy us some food, Stephen — you 
 know we have had nothing since the morning. 
 
 Lock. True. 
 
 Mrs. L. But tell me, Stephen, did you succeed to-day 1 
 You went to beg a trifling loan from some of the gentlemen 
 who used to dine with us. 
 
 Lock. And I obtained what I deserved. 
 
 Mrs. L. And that was — 
 
 Lock. Insult ! mockery ! 
 
 Mrs. L. Stephen ! 
 
 Lock. What ? because they had honored me so far as to eat 
 my dinners, and win my money afterwards, was I to expect that 
 they'd give me back enough, even to keep my lips from shriv- 
 eling ? 
 
 Mrs. L. Then you have brought no money for the rent ? 
 
 Lock. Not a farthing. 
 
 Mrs. L. And to-morrow we must go out upon the heath? 
 
 Lock. Yes, Mary — like the wind that sweeps it. 
 
 Mrs, L. {Giving way to tears.) Stephen, this is a sad 
 change to those who have known the comforts and the credit of 
 a home. But I won't complain. I do believe Heaven means 
 it as a mercy ; for now, Stephen, you will think of going down 
 to Littleburn. My uncle's door is open to us : you know he 
 has twice written to us, to come to him. 
 
 Lock. And would you have me go back to our village, and 
 be pointed out as the proud worm who aspired above his station, 
 and was trod down deeper into his proper mire. Mary, I'd die 
 first ! Besides, where's my revenge on our destroyer ? 
 
 Mrs. L. You have been revenged, Stephen. Do you for- 
 get that evening, when all was discovered, and you wounded 
 him? 
 
 Lock. My usual fortune ! Had I killed the villain, I should 
 have been compensated. 
 
 Mrs. L. Oh, don't talk in that way, Stephen — the time may 
 12 
 
134 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 come, when he will wish that you had killed him. It is true, 
 he has been the cause of all our sufferings, but he has not rob- 
 bed us of our faculties, nor of the spring that's in our hearts ; 
 and if T could but hope, Stephen, that the trials of the past would 
 urge you to se^k a better independence for the future — 
 
 Lock. Mary, the past has schooled me, and I am willing to 
 exert myself; but I have a friend — a true friend left, who has 
 a plan in view to get back all my property from Mortlake. 
 
 Mrs. L. Indeed ! 
 
 Lock. Yes, Mary. Derby has assured me, that within a 
 month, we shall be restored to ease and comfort. 
 
 Mrs. L. And by what means ? 
 
 Lock. That you shall know hereafter. He has promised to 
 be out with me this evening, to tell me its first step. He has 
 also promised to bring us money, for the rent. 
 
 Mrs. L. Indeed ! 
 
 Lock. So set your heart at rest. I have slept so long, it 
 must be near the time. Ah ! there is a footstep coming to the 
 door — 'tis he ! 
 
 (Derby opens the door, and comes in, in a riding coat, booted 
 and spurred.) 
 
 Berly, Lockwood, good evening. 
 
 Lock, Mary, you may leave us. 
 
 Mrs. L. Shall I disturb you if I sit here at my work ? 
 
 Lock. You can work in the next room — take the light with 
 you. {Mary takes up the light, and approaches him.) 
 
 Mrs. L. Stephen ! 
 
 Lock. (Turning on her.) Will you obey me ? (She goes 
 out.) Well, Derby, what news ? 
 
 Der. The worst — Mortlake has set off for Paris. 
 
 Lock. Ha ! 
 
 Der. Some rascal has put him up to our design, and given 
 our revenge a six months' holiday. 
 
 Lock. (Pausing.) And I have waited for this day, through 
 suffering and through want, with my wife's cheek whitening by 
 my side, and a fever like a serpent eating at my heart. 
 
 Der. I share your feeling, Lockwood, for we are partners 
 in misfortune — have both been stripped and thrown into a ditch, 
 by the same highwayman. 
 
 Lock. Death to the villain ! 
 
 Der. So say I ; but as we can't follow him, we must be 
 content to sit down and bear our fortune 'till he comes back. 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 135 
 
 Lock. Not I — ^revenge is a luxury I can afford no longer. 
 
 Der. What do you mean ? 
 
 Lock. I have been settling in a slough for the last two 
 months, but with the mad hope of dragging him down with me. 
 He is gone — what have I to do but sink ? 
 
 Der. You saw Charlcote this morning — he gave you some- 
 thing— , 
 
 Lock. Some excellent advice. 
 
 Der. And Harding — 
 
 Lock. He heard I had a complaint, and was afraid to catch 
 it. Derby, you are the only friend 1 have on earth. I told 
 you how I was circumstanced to-day — look at this paper — 
 {Showing the notice.) 
 
 Der. My friend, I am ashamed to say it, but the five pounds 
 I meant to lend you, I have lost. I was drawn into play, after 
 dinner, and — 
 
 Lock. (Sinking into a chair.) Well, well — it is decreed ! 
 
 Der. What's decreed ? 
 
 Lock. Starvation ! — Look in that closet. 
 
 Der. I can see nothing in this hovel but what should give a 
 man of your ability determination. (Mrs. Lockwood appears.) 
 Lockwood, we are both in the last strait of necessity. We have 
 shared the same misfortunes, and should share the means of 
 beating them. Have you spirit enough to join me if I propose 
 a plan to relieve us from our present exigency ? 
 
 Lock, Do you put that question to a man who wants a 
 meal ? 
 
 Der. Then listen. As I came down here by the coach, I 
 sat next a farmer, who appeared to be returning home from 
 Smithfield, with the profits of his Monday's sale. * 
 
 LTock. Well ! 
 
 Der. I saw his pocket-book — I am convinced it held a hun- 
 dred pounds. He alighted at the inn close by, and took a bed 
 there — I have done the same. I soon broke ground with him, 
 and we agreed to sup together. Now if this fellow could be in- 
 duced to play — 
 
 Lock. You would win from him ? 
 
 Der. The supply we want. 
 
 Lock. But what if he refuse ? 
 
 Der. Then we have but one resource. We are to sleep in 
 a double-bedded room, the window of which looks out upon the 
 heath. That window I could put open as soon as he was 
 asleep, and — 
 
136 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Lock. You wouldn't steal his money ? 
 
 Ber. Not I — but by the help of a ladder you might borrow 
 a few pounds. Surely you would have honor enough to return 
 it to him, when in better circumstances. 
 
 Lock. I am afraid, Derby, my nerves are not so steady — 
 
 Ber. Come, come — they were just now as hard as iron. 
 
 Lock. We shall be detected ! 
 
 Ber. Where's the danger ? Suspicion, if it come at all, 
 must fall on me. 
 
 Lock, I will think of it. 
 
 Ber. Take a turn with me upon the heath, and see the 
 window. 
 
 Lock. In a few minutes — my head just now — 
 
 Ber. Then I'll wait for you outside. Remember, it is our 
 only chance. It may give us not only what will meet our 
 wants, but win us fortunes. 
 
 {He goes out, Stephen sinks into a chair, Mary comes for- 
 ward with the candle, which she puts on the table.) 
 
 Mrs, L. Stephen ! 
 
 Lock. Mary ! 
 
 Mrs. L. What has Mr. Derby said to you ? 
 
 Lock, Why he has asked me to go with him to the inn, 
 and — 
 
 Mrs, L, Join him in a robbery ! 
 
 Lock, Mary ! 
 
 Mrs. L, Is this his plan to restore our peace and comfort ? 
 
 Lock, He — he sees the distress we are in, and — 
 
 Mrs, L. And would relieve it by making you become a 
 felon ! 
 
 Lock, He is my friend, whatever are his errors. 
 
 Mrs, L. Your friend 1 Great Heaven ! am I ma'd or 
 dreaming ? Is it my own husband that I listen to — is this the 
 man I went up to the altar with, and swore to love and honor ? 
 
 Lock, You are eloquent, madam, but I am starving. 
 
 Mrs, L, You are changed, Stephen, or you would not call 
 me eloquent. Oh, as you hope for peace here or hereafter, 
 think what you would do ! What has supported you through 
 all your trials hitherto, but the thought, that, suffer as you might, 
 you had not injured others — and would you part with the bless- 
 ing of that thought ? would you become the very thing you have 
 scorned — 
 
 Lock, Leave me ! {Turning from her,) 
 
 Mrs. L, {Seizing his hand, and falling at his feet.) Ste- 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 137 
 
 phen, I cannot leave you — my life is on your lips ! I have 
 loved you dearly hitherto, because I have revered you. Would 
 you tell me that my love must cease ? I have borne the hand 
 of want with a light heart — for, suffer as we might, we were not 
 stained with crime — and I could hope for better days, and will 
 you rob me of that only, only consolation? 
 
 Lock, Mary, you know how I am driven to it ! 
 
 Mrs. L. But think, dear Stephen — think if we have grown 
 poor through folly, are we to grow rich through crime ? This 
 man whom you would rob, is poor, perhaps, and struggling — 
 his parents or children dependent on his labor — and would you 
 lay your hands on that man's money ? Is all forgot that you 
 once loved and reverenced ? Our dear parents' looks — our 
 lesson at their knees — the graves they lie in, and the peaceful 
 words we have read upon their tombs — 
 
 Der. [Calling.) Lock wood ! 
 
 Lock. [Rousing from the ahsiraction into which he has 
 fallen.) He calls ! 
 
 Mrs. L. Stephen ! .Stepljen ! is my voice a stranger to you ? 
 
 Lock. It will not move me ! (Struggling with her.) 
 
 Mrs. L. Kt fs mg ti^lriQ :jDxastx ! 
 
 Lock. It comes too late ! {Struggling ivith her.) 
 
 Mrs. L. (Springing on her feet.) He leads you to a scaf- 
 fold ! 
 
 Lock. Be it so — he will rid me of a burden ! (He throws 
 her off, and rushes out. — She supports herself by a chair.) 
 
 Mrs, L. It is decreed ! The life which rose so sunnily, 
 must set in shame ! the honest man, whom all men's eyes have 
 greeted, must pass away into the shadow of a prison. Oh, is 
 there no way yet to save him ? I will follow his misleader, and 
 tell him that the first step he takes in this design, he must plant 
 upon my bosom. No, no — long fasting has robbed me of the 
 little strength 1 had, and I must he down — here — (Falls on the 
 ground. Rut opens the door, with a basket in his hand.) 
 
 Rut. Misses Lockwood ! I say, misses ! (Sees her.) La, 
 bless us ! what be that on the floor ? (Runs to her.) Misses ! 
 misses ! what do ee do here ? 
 
 Mrs. L. Is that you, Robin ? 
 
 Rut. Ees. Whys be ee ill ? 
 
 Mrs. L. Very ill — ill of existence. 
 
 Rut. Come, come — take a drop o' wine ; here be plenty in 
 the basket. (Reaching a bottle from it.) 
 
 Mrs. Lf Wine ! where did you get it ? 
 12* 
 
138 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 RuL Dont'ee talk — drink. Now let me lift ee up into a 
 chair. [He lifts her up.) 
 
 Mrs. L. Tell me, what sent you here ? 
 RuU Why didn't I tell ee I'd come out to see ee as soon as 
 I had got into my new pleace. Well, master, you must know, 
 had a dinner-party yesterday, and as the good things were 
 coming down from table, says I to cook, " My misses once had 
 as good a bouse as this, and now she'd be thankful for a serv- 
 ant's dinner" — so she, being a kind-hearted soul, packed up a 
 basket full, and — 
 
 Mrs. L. Blessings — blessings on you, Robin — ^;y'0u have 
 saved me from the grave ! 
 
 Rut. Come, come, misses — dont'ee take on so ; better times 
 are coming — I'm sure ihey be. Take another sup of wine. 
 
 Mrs. L. (Rousing.) Wine ! no, no ! what have I been 
 doing ! drinking — feasting, while Stephen has had nothing since 
 the morning ! Ah ! if he knew that this relief was here, it 
 would keep him from his ruin, for it is want only, which drives 
 him on to it. Run — run, Robin, in search of your old master. 
 Stay. I am strong, now — I'll go myself. (She totters towards 
 the door. — Bristles opens it.) 
 
 Bristles. I beg pardon — does Mr. Lockwood live here 1 
 Rut. Ees. 
 
 Bris. Ees ! surely I know that voice ! it is my old friend — 
 "A Bit of Rustic Life," in fine preservation. 
 
 Mrs, L. You inquired, sir, for Mr. Lockwood ? 
 Bris. Yes, madam — pray excuse me ; I really didn't know 
 you. 
 
 Mrs. L. I don't wonder, sir ; times have changed with us 
 so much lately, that — 
 
 Bris. I know — ^\'ou want resuscitation — so have the best 
 originals. I am happy to be the bearer of a piece of news 
 which, despite your present dust and darkness, will give you a 
 new countenance. 
 
 Mrs. L, What do you mean, sir 1 
 
 Bris. I have come to tell you something of an old friend 
 of yours — Mr. Ryland, who went out to Canada. 
 
 Mrs. L. Is he alive ? is he well ? when did you hear from 
 him? 
 
 Bris. Why, about five minutes ago. 
 Mrs. L. Speak — speak, sir ! You must be sure that the 
 news you bring me — 
 
 Bris, Ought to come out like a streak of lightning in a 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 139 
 
 storm scene. Then, to be direct, madam, only last week he 
 arrived in England. — I met him to-day in town, coming from 
 the door of my old patron. He had been down to your village 
 in search of you, and I, having heard of your whereabouts, 
 offered to become his pilot. {Ryland appears.) 
 
 Mrs, L. And when — when did he say he would be with us ? 
 
 Bris, Why, as soon, madam, as you are ready to receive 
 him. 
 
 Mrs. L. Does he wait to be invited ? 
 
 Ryland. (Advancing.) No, Mary, he is here ! 
 
 Mrs. L. Mark ! {Screaming ^ and falling into his arms.) 
 
 Ryl. Mary — dear Mary — look up ! speak to me ! 
 
 Bris. There's a group ! Now I should like to sketch 
 them, only I'm afraid the colors would run. — I should cry 
 upon it. 
 
 Ryl. Mary ! Mary ! have I come four thousand miles to 
 pain you in this way ? 
 
 Mrs. L. Pain ! Oh, that all my pain were like it ! We 
 were afraid that you were dead. It is long since we have heard 
 from you. 
 
 Ryl. I know, Mary — but the reason was, that I intended 
 coming to England, many months ago. Now, tell me, what 
 has been the cause of all this change ? When I look around 
 me, I want a thousand tongues to satisfy my wonder. 
 
 Mrs. L. Dear Mark, it is a long and sad story, and before 
 I begin it, I should like you to see Stephen. Robin, you will 
 run after him — you'll find him near the inn. 
 
 Rut. Ees. 
 
 Ryl. The inn ! That's where I got down from the coach — 
 I've taken a bed there. 
 
 Mrs. L. {With a scream.) You ! 
 
 Ryl. Yes. 
 
 Mrs. L. Merciful powers ! 
 
 Ryl. Why, what's the matter ? 
 
 Mrs. L. {Recovering herself.) Nothing — nothing. You 
 will go, Robin ? 
 
 Ryl. But I can't wait this delay ; you must tell me every 
 thing. Here is a room — my friend, here, will excuse us. 
 
 Mrs. L. Well, well— 
 
 Rut. But, misses, you may as well take the basket with you. 
 Muster Ryland has beeif so long upon the water, perhaps he'd 
 like a leetle wine. {Ryland leads Mary off. Rut follows with 
 basket.) 
 
140 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Bris. What a wretched hovel ! It looks like one of Rem- 
 brandt's *' Interiors," — fitted up with a sinking bed and a sign 
 board. Wouldn't make a bad inn for a German forest. (Rut 
 returns.) 
 
 Rut. Well, only to think of Muster Ryland coming back 
 from Canada ! 
 
 Bris. Ah, you thought he'd been gnawed by the Tuscaro- 
 ras. Well, my friend, how are you going on ? 
 
 Rut. Why, about ten miles a day. 
 
 Bris. Oh, I see — a bit of carriage plaster. How well your 
 color stands, and you are in a pretty good frame. I suppose 
 you've got a tidy situation. 
 
 Rut. Ees — must be tidy, 'cause I be wanted in the drawing 
 room. 
 
 Bris. The drawing room ! One would think you were 
 connected with the fine arts. Good wages, I suppose, and vails ? 
 
 Rut. Ees ; though I'd rather they'd be handkerchiefs. But, 
 Muster Bristles, what be you about ? 
 
 Bris. Why, I'm about to emigrate. The success of hum- 
 bug in this country is too great to be endured. A man of quiet 
 unobtrusive genius can't get a chance. Only last week I sent 
 a picture to the exhibition, and, because it was a sky piece, 
 they said distance would improve it, and shoved it out of sight. 
 
 Rut. Lauks ! 
 
 Bris. No, no ; the new world for me — there I'll found a 
 school of my own — something in the way of Guide — only let 
 me get to work there, and see how I'll improve the features of 
 the country. 
 
 Rut. Ees. 
 
 Bris. Not that I mean to confine myself to painting. I 
 partake the inventive spirit of the age. I have got at this mo- 
 ment about forty plans, that will make the fortune of any coun- 
 try that I patronize. 
 
 Rut. And what be they ? 
 
 Bris. Why, one scheme is, to convert a negro population 
 into whites, by steeping them in lime pits — there's an idea ; then 
 I've got a tunnel from Cape Horn to the Cape of Good Hope, 
 with a spiral staircase to land you at St. Helena — that's not bad. 
 But my master plan is, a " grand atmospheric suspension balloon 
 communication." 
 
 Rut, Deary me, what a long team'of words ! 
 
 Bris, I'll explain it — you know that the world turns round ? 
 
 Rut, I never zeed it. 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 141 
 
 Bris. But it does though — once a day, like an overfed lap 
 dog. Now look at my fist — {His right hand,) — that's the globe 
 — ^here's England, {Touching one side of it,) and here's America, 
 ( Touching the other. ) Now you see if a balloon goes up from 
 America, {Raising his left hand from his right,) say at nine in 
 the morning, and stands still, whilst the world keeps turning, 
 ( Turning his right hand,) about four in the afternoon, it may 
 drop down upon England — so — do you twig ? {Dropping his 
 left hand down upon his right.) 
 
 But. Eos. 
 
 Bris. Then I'll book you as a share holder. Half a million 
 shares, fifty pounds each, half a crown deposit ; come pay 
 your deposit. {Enter Mrs. Lockwood, with Ryland.) 
 
 Mrs. L. Not gone, Robin ? 
 
 But. I beg pardon, misses — I'll run there as fast as a bill of 
 the play. {Goes out.) 
 
 Bris. Mr. Ryland, can I do any thing for you at the inn? 
 
 Byl. Be good enough to say, that I shall not be in till late — 
 of course you'll sleep there, and go to town with me in the 
 morning. 
 
 Bris. Very good, sir ; meanwhile I'll take a walk upon the 
 heath — I hear there's a man hanging there in chains — want a 
 subject for a picture vastly — wish some blackguard would com- 
 mit a robbery to night, and let me take him — what details — 
 moon light — man on horseback — Jerry Abershaw — Old Baily— • 
 new drop — good night ! {Goes out.) 
 
 Byl, Mary, your history reminds me of some of the night 
 scenes I have witnessed in the western woods, an evening calm 
 and shining, deeping into a broad mass of shadow. Let us hope 
 that a better day is coming. But where stays Stephen ? 
 
 Mrs. L, I am surprised myself ; it's true he went out with 
 a friend, and — {Pausing,) — business may detain him — Mark, 
 you must suffer me to run for him ? 
 
 Byl. As you please, Mary, but I hope he won't be long ; I 
 have been up two nights on the road, and I'm afraid he may 
 mistake my weariness for apathy. 
 
 Mrs. L. Dear brother, why not lie down till he comes in. 
 Here's a bed, a very poor one, it's true, but soft enough for 
 weary limbs, and a heart like yours, Mark. Now, no objec- 
 tions ; if we find you asleep, we'll give you ten minutes to refresh 
 yourself. {She takes up her bonnet, and goes out.) 
 
 Byl. My poor, misguided, justly chastened, brother. Who, 
 after this, shall say that the hand of destiny does not trace, ia 
 
142 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Strong characters, the proud man's warning. I am very tired, 
 but I can't lie down at such a moment, and yet I am likely to 
 fall asleep. No, no, my heart will keep awake ; that has a quick 
 ear, and will rouse me at the first creak of his footstep. (He 
 throws himself upon the bed, turns once or twice and falls asleep, 
 drawing his left arm partly across his face. Derby and Lock- 
 wood enter the cottage, the latter in deep abstraction.) 
 
 Der. Can you account for this — our bird flown, and they 
 don't know at the inn when he will be back. 
 
 Lock. What do you now purpose ? 
 
 Der. Why, play is out of the question ; we have nothing to 
 trust to, but the ladder and the window. 
 
 Lock. And where are we to get the ladder ? 
 
 Der. I saw one in a farmer's yard close by ; but have you 
 nothing in this house you could use in lieu of it? [Going up 
 to the bed — starts back.) Lockwood, see, there's a man upon 
 your bed ! 
 
 Lock. [Turning.) What say you ? 
 
 Der. And fast asleep. 
 
 Lock, How came he there ? 
 
 Der. That's a qiaestion. 
 
 Lock. [Striking open the door.) Mary ! she is gone ! 
 
 Der. The house empty. [Approaching Ryland closely, 
 drops his voice.) By heavens ! is it possible ! Lockwood, it is 
 he ! 
 
 Lock. Who ? 
 
 Der. The very man we seek. 
 
 Lock. And on my bed ! I must rouse him. 
 
 Der. Stay, stay ! I see it all. He has reeled in here drunk, 
 and driven out your frightened wife in search of you. Could 
 any thing be more fortunate ? 
 
 Lock. How so ? 
 
 Der. Why hasn't the game we've been pursuing, run into 
 our hands ? 
 
 Lock. Derby, you wouldn't have me rob a stranger under 
 my own roof ? 
 
 Der. I am not aware of any moral difference in roofs — a 
 church's may be more sacred, a tavern's less so — this, I should 
 say, is a happy medium. 
 
 Lock. Well, well — do as you please. 
 
 Der. Do as I please — it's for you to do — haven't we agreed 
 that the safety of this attempt depends on your becoming its in- 
 strument ? 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 143 
 
 Lock. But if I rifle him, of course he wakes and struggles ? 
 
 Der. And you want something to defend yourself with ? 
 Here, here is a dirk. {Takes one from his bosom.) I can trust 
 its use to your discretion. I'll watch by the door outside, and 
 if you want assistance, you can call me. Now, Lockwood, be 
 a firm man for five minutes, and you may make us rich ones 
 for the remainder of our lives. {He goes out at door. Lock- 
 wood stands rooted to the spot, with the dirk in his hand.) 
 
 Lock. And has it come to this ? I am to lay my hand on 
 that man's bosom, perhaps upon his throat ! Hunger has goad- 
 ed me, friends have maddened me still more. But can I do 
 that act ; can I lift the Arab's knife against the stranger, and 
 renounce the Arab's honor ? No, no ; sunken, seared, degraded 
 as I am, I am not fallen low enough for that. {Flings aivay the 
 dirk, then turns with vehemence to the bed.) Rise, sir, rise, and 
 leave my house ; I know not who you are, or why you came 
 here. Evil is my portion, bu;, I will not die with your curse 
 upon my brain ! {Ryland rises.) 
 
 Ryl. Stephen ! 
 
 Lock. {Staggering back with mingled horror and surprise.) 
 What do I see ! 
 
 Ryl. {Advancing to him.) My brother ! 
 
 Lock, {Sinking doivn on one knee, and holding him off with 
 a gaze of vacancy.) Father of mercies ! 
 
 Ryl. Why, why do you look so ? speak so ? why do you 
 keep me from you ? Is this my welcome, after three years' 
 absence ? 
 
 Lock. { Taking his hand, and still gazing at him in a stupor. ) 
 No, no ; give me your hand, Mark ; let me feel if it be really 
 you. 
 
 Ryl. {Aside.) Great powers ! his brain is shaken. Ste- 
 phen, Mary has told me every thing — your trials, your vicissi- 
 tudes — how near you were upon the point of becoming — 
 
 Lock. {In a low voice.) My brother's murderer ! 
 
 Ryl. Stephen, when I came to England, I little thought to 
 see this scene ; but my business is now told in a few words. 
 Since we parted, I have become a wealthy man. The farm I 
 bought has doubled in its value. I want assistance to bring it 
 into cultivation. Will you return with me ? {Mrs. Lockwood 
 appears at the door.) 
 
 Lock. What say you? 
 
 Ryl. England can no longer be a home for you ; it has wit- ^ 
 nessed your prosperity, and your disgrace. Taught by the 
 
144 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 penalties of your ambition, will you resume a life of honest inde- 
 pendence — will you atone, in the new world, for your errors in 
 the old ? 
 
 Lock. (Rising and falling on Ryland^s shoulder.) Mark ! 
 {Mary runs forward.) 
 
 Lock. (Turning quickly^ and emhracing her.) Mary! (Der- 
 ly comes from door hastily.) 
 
 Der. Now, Lockwood, have you done it 1 
 
 Lock. (Taking the hand of Mary, and of Ryland, and 
 pressing them to his heart.) You have come too late, sir ; I am 
 once more an honest man. 
 
 ( The Curtain falls. ) 
 
 XXXII.— FROM THE FOUNDLING OF THE FOREST.— 
 
 Din^ond. 
 
 COUNT DE VALMONT BARON LONGUEVILLE FLORIAN, THE FOUND- 
 LING — BERTRAND, VALET TO LONGUEVILLE l'cLAIR, VALET 
 
 TO FLORIAN GASPARD, AN OLD DOMESTIC — SANGUINE AND 
 
 LENOIR, BRAVOES IN THE PAY OF LONGUEVILLE — GERALDINE, 
 
 NIECE TO DE VALMONT — ROSABELLE, HER WOMAN MONICA, 
 
 AN OLD FEMALE PEASANT EUGENIA, THE UNKNOWN FEMALE 
 
 DOMESTICS — PEASANTS. 
 
 Scene 1, — A Hall in the Chateau de Valmont. 
 
 (Enter Bertrand, in agitation, followed hy Longueville.) 
 
 Bertrand. Forbear, my lord ! 
 
 Longueville. Hypocrite ! has your hand been exercised thu 
 long in blood — 
 
 Bert. My lord : remember— 
 
 Long. Yes, villain ! You too, had best remember a solemn 
 oath! 
 
 Bert. (Shuddering.) Ay, ay! it was an oath of horror ! 
 Well, then — the brave, kind-hearted Florian — yes — he dies ! 
 
 Long, Then only may your master be esteemed to live. 
 
 Bert. But whence this hatred to an unoffending youth ? 
 
 Long. Fool ! 
 
 Bert. Can nothing but his blood appease your enmity ? 
 
 Long. Nothing : 'tis for Florian, De Valmont's heiress is 
 reserved, with those estates for which my impatient soul has 
 paid a dreadful earnest ! 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 145 
 
 Bert. Fatal avarice ! For those did the sacrificed Euge- 
 nia — 
 
 Long. Wretch ! dare not repeat that name ! Mark me ! 
 this night, Florian returns — two of my trusty blood-hounds 
 watch the road— I command your presence, too. (ExiU) 
 
 Bert, Miserable man ! 
 
 {Enter Rosabelle, behind^ who taps his shoulder.) 
 
 RosaheJIe. Mr. Bertrand ! 
 
 Bert. (Starting.) Ah! Rosabelle — 
 
 Ros. Why, Mr. Bertrand, I fear me you are ill. 
 
 Bert. Oh, no — I am well — quite well — never better. 
 
 Ros. Then you are out of spirits. 
 
 Bert. You mistake — I am all happiness — ha ! ha ! all joy ! 
 
 Ros. Ah ! because chevalier Florian returns— oh ! to see 
 him once again in safety — 
 
 Bert. (Involuntarily.) Ah ! would to heaven we might ! 
 
 Ros. Can there be any doubt ? — Surely, you are weeping ! 
 
 Bert. No, 'tis a momentary pain. At night, Rosabelle, 
 you shall see me jovial — we'll dance together — aye, and sing — 
 then — ha ! ha ! ha ! (Exit.) 
 
 Ros. What new spleen has bewitched the man ? 
 
 Geraldine. (Without.) Rosabelle. 
 
 Ros. Here, my lady — in the hall. 
 
 (Enter Geraldine.) 
 
 Ger. Girl ! here, remove these knots — 1 hate their fashion. 
 
 Ros. Yet they are' the same your ladyship commended 
 yesterday. 
 
 Ger. Then 'tis the color of my robe offends me — never did 
 I look so ill before. 
 
 Ros. Now, in my poor judgment, you rarely have looked 
 better. 
 
 Ger. Out, simpleton ! 
 
 Ros. Your charms will shine bright enough, lady, to dazzle 
 a soldier's eye. 
 
 Ger. Ah ! no, Rosabelle — Florian's traveled eyes will de- 
 spise the wild, untutored Geraldine. 
 
 Ros. What ! my own beautiful and high-born mistress- 
 despised by a foundling — 
 
 Ger. Hush! the mystery of Florian's birth is his misfor- 
 tune, but cannot be his reproach. The brave man's laurel 
 blooms with as fresh an honor in the poor peasant's cap, as when 
 it circles princely brows. 
 13 
 
146 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Ros, I confess the chevalier is a proper gallant for any 
 woman. Ay, and so is the chevalier's man. 
 
 Ger. Girl, if from the turret-top, at distance, you espy the 
 hastening travelers, turn, swift as thought, and call me to par- 
 take your watch ! {Exit.) 
 
 Mos, I'm sure I shall know L'Ciair a mile off, by the 
 saucy toss of his head. 
 
 SONG ROSABELLE. 
 
 Oh ! come away ! my soldier boy, 
 From war to peace incline thee ; 
 Thy laurel, time shall ne'er destroy, 
 But love with roses twine thee. 
 Come, come away, 
 Love chides thy stay. 
 Oh ! prithee come, my soldier ! {Exit.) 
 
 Scene 2, — De Valmont's Chamber. 
 (Noise of singing without.) 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Sing farewell to labor, 
 Blow pipe and beat tabor, 
 
 Fly care far away — 
 In light band advancing, 
 Let music and dancing 
 
 Proclaim holiday. 
 
 {Enter De Valmont, who rings violently. — Enter Gaspard.) 
 
 De Val. So ! am I heard ! old man ? To what strange 
 dwelling have I been borne while sleeping 1 
 
 Gas. Alack ! your lordship is in your own fair castle. 
 
 De Val. You tell me wonders ! — Knave ! drive the rabble 
 from my gate. 
 
 Gas. Well-a-day ! who could have foreseen this anger 1 
 My good lord ! 'tis but your tenantry rejoicing — 
 
 De Val. Ungenerous wretches ! I am miserable ! Quick ! 
 quick ! drive them from my gate. {Stamping.) 
 
 Gas. {Frightened.) I am gone, my lord ! I am gone. 
 
 De Val. Hold ! Do not dismiss them harshly — I would 
 have them indulge their gayety, but I cannot bear to hear it. 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 147 
 
 Gas. My beloved master ! (Exit.) 
 
 Be Vol, All hearts rejoicing — every peasant ! — their lord 
 alone devoted to despair ! Well, well ! your own appointed 
 hour, just heaven ! 
 
 (Re-enter Gaspard.) 
 
 Gas. I've sent them hence — mass, I had nigh forgotten — 
 young madam Geraldine waits to see your lordship. 
 
 De Val. Admit her ! (Exit Gaspard.) My gentle one ! 
 my desolate orphan maid ! 
 
 [Enter Geraldine.) 
 
 Ger. (Embracing him.) Ah, my dear, dear uncle ! Flo- 
 rian returns to us — are not you happy, uncle ? 
 
 De Val. You, it seems, my Geraldine, are really happy ; 
 you love my adopted Florian. 
 
 Ger. Love ! fie, uncle ! 
 
 De Val. Suppose I should offer this Florian to you as a 
 husband. 
 
 Ger. (Looking down.) I never presume to dispute my dear 
 uncle's commands. 
 
 De Val. Little equivocator ! do you not wish to become 
 his wife ? 
 
 Ger. Indeed, I never yet have asked my heart that question. 
 
 De Val. But if Florian married any other woman, would 
 you not hate the object of his preference ? 
 
 Ger. Ah, uncle, you have my secret. 
 
 De Val. My excellent, ingenuous child ! Florian and Ger- 
 aldine are destined for each other ! 
 
 Ger. Dear, dear uncle ! what delightful visions your words 
 conjure up to my imagination. 
 
 De Val. Enthusiast ! you contemplate the ocean in a calm, 
 nor dream how frightfully a tempest may reverse the picture. 
 
 Ger. Ambitious pride may tremble at the storm, but true 
 love, uncle, never can be wrecked. 
 
 De Val. (With agitation.) Girl, girl! wouldst thou find 
 happiness — die ! seek it in the grave — ah, dear loved objects of 
 my soul ! what are ye now ? ashes — ashes ! my brain's on fire ! 
 (Rushes out.) 
 
 Ger. Uncle ! listen to your Geraldine ! 
 
 (De Valmont suddenly returns, and embraces Geraldine.) 
 
 De Val. Geraldine ! dear child, forgive me ! oh ! pity and 
 forgive the infirmities of grief. 
 
 Ger. Ah, sir ! (Attempts to kneel.) 
 
 De Val. (Preventing her, and kissing her forehead.) Bless 
 
148 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 you, my innocent child ! My happiness is lost forever, but I can 
 pray for yours. [Breaks from her and exit.) 
 
 Ger. My dear, loved uncle ! 
 
 [Enter Rosahelle.) 
 
 Ros. Oh, my lady, such news ; he's arrived, he's in the hall. 
 
 Ger. My Florian ? 
 
 Hos. No, lady, not your Florian ; but my L 'Clair. 
 
 U Clair, (Without.) Here's a set of rascals! No dis- 
 cipline ! 
 
 [Enter V Clair.) 
 
 Your ladyship's devoted servant, ever in the foremost rank ! 
 
 Ger. You are welcome from the wars ; L 'Clair, fame has 
 spoken of you, in your absence. 
 
 i'C. Fie ! my lady, you disorder me at the first charge. 
 
 Ger. Your master, L'Clair, where is he ? 
 
 UC. Ah ! poor gentleman, he's in the rear guard ; but 
 he will arrive before midnight. 
 
 Ger. Midnight ! so late ? and the sky seeming to predict a 
 tempest. 
 
 jL'C. Why, as your ladyship remarks, the clouds are 
 making a sort of forced march : but a storm is the mere trifling 
 of nature, in a soldier's estimatioli. 
 
 Ger. You have often been employed upon dangerous ser- 
 vice, L'Clair? 
 
 L*C. Hey, I protest, your ladyship must excuse me there i 
 a man has so much the appearance of boasting, when he be- 
 comes the reporter of his own achievements ; I beg leave to 
 refer your ladyship to the gazettes. 
 
 Ger. Ha ! ha ! your delicacy shall be respected, L'Clair^; 
 Rosabelle, be it your care to make the defender of his country 
 welcome. At midnight ! Oh, hasten on your flight, dark- 
 winged hours ! [Exit. ) 
 
 VC. There, you hear, young woman ! you are to make 
 the defender of his country welcome. 
 
 Ros. I'll do my best — what service can I lend you first ? 
 
 UC, Dress my wounds. 
 
 Ros. Wounds ! gramercy ! I never should have guessed 
 you had any. 
 
 UC. Deep, desperate, — here ! [Pressing his heart.) Here, 
 Rosabelle ! 'Tis an old hurt. Must I expire ? Rosabel le, 
 prithee, be my surgeon. 
 
 Ros. Well ! what salve will you try first ? 
 
 UC. Lip salve, you gipsey! [Kisses her.) 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 149 
 
 Ros. Now, shame on you, master soldier ! was this taught 
 you by the wars ? 
 
 Z/'C Yes, saluting is one of the first lessons in a soldier's 
 trade. 
 
 Ros. Hey, keep your hands ofF— you have taught me enough 
 of the manual exercise already ; but say, now, were you indeed 
 so great a hero as you told my lady ? 
 
 L'C. Pshaw ! I didn't tell her half, my modesty forbade ; 
 but for thee, my pretty Rosabelle — 
 
 Ros. Ay, with me, I'm certain your modesty will be no 
 obstacle. 
 
 UC. None, for while I gaze upon the face of an angel, 
 the old scratch himself can't put me out of countenance, 
 
 (Exeu7it.) 
 
 Scene 3, — A Wood, stage dark, thunder and lightning. 
 
 {Enter Longueville and Bertrand^ the latter masked.) 
 
 Long. Come, sir, to your post ! What ? tremble ! 
 
 Bert, I do indeed ; the storm is terrible. 
 
 Long. Where have you placed the bravoes ? 
 
 Bert. Hard by — just where the horse-road sinks into a 
 hollow — 
 
 Long. Hush ! a footstep ! who passes there ? 
 {Enter Sanguine.) 
 
 Sanguine, Sanguine ! 
 
 Long. Wherefore, and parted from your fellow ? 
 
 Sang. I left him in the hollow. Just now, a horse without 
 a rider, burst through the thicket ; the very same young Florian 
 rode, when we dogged him from the inn. 
 
 Bert. Merciful God ! thou hast preserved him ! 
 
 Long. Villain ! you may find your transports premature ! 
 Quick ! bestow yourselves on either side ! 
 
 Bert. {Catching his arm.) Yet, my lord, reflect. 
 
 Long. {Throwing him off .) Recollect your oath. 
 
 Bert. {Desperately.) Yes, yes, it must be written on my 
 memory in blood. {Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 4. — A forest. 
 
 {Enter Florian.) 
 Florian. A plague upon all dark nights, foul ways, and run- 
 away horses ! A mettlesome madcap, to start at the lightning, 
 13* 
 
150 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 and plunge with me head over heels in the brushwood. In 
 scrambling out of that thicket, I certainly turned wrong, and 
 have missed my road. How to regain it ? death ! I could as 
 soon compose an almanac, as find a clue to this puzzle. What 
 if I exercise my lungs and call for help ? Oh, there's scarcely a 
 chance of being heard — well, 'tis my forlorn hope, and sh^U 
 e'en have a trial. Holloa! holloa! holloa! (J. whistle.) 
 Huzzah ! somebody whistles from the right ! Kind lady for- 
 tune ! {Another whistle.) Ha ! answered from the left, too ! 
 Lucky fellow ! where are you, my dear boys — where are you ? 
 {A vivid fiash of lightning displays the figure of a masked 
 bravo, Sanguine, wilJi an misheaihed poniard.) JHa ! a man, 
 armed and masked ! Perhaps some ruffian ! 'sdeath ! I am de- 
 fenseless ; my pistols were left in the saddle ! 
 
 Sang. {Advancing.) Who called ? 
 
 Flor. If 1 return no answer, in the darkness I may retreat 
 unseen. {He creeps to the left.) 
 
 Sang. Speak ! where are you ? 
 
 {Enter Lenoir, from the opposite side.) 
 
 Lenoir. Here! {Thunder.) 
 
 Flor. God ! {He recedes and strikes his hand against a 
 hollow tree.) Ha ! a tree ! {He glides into it, at the very in- 
 stant the two hravoes meet.) 
 
 Sang* {Raising his poniard.) Die! 
 
 Len. Hold ! 'tis I — your comrade ! 
 
 Sang. Why did you not answer before ? — Hark ! 
 {Enter Bertrand.) 
 
 Bert. Hist ! Sanguine ! Lenoir ! 
 
 Sang. Here ! both of us. 
 
 Bert. Why did you whistle ? 
 
 Sang. In answer to your call — you hallooed to us. 
 
 Bert. When ? 
 
 Sang. But now — a minute back. 
 
 Bert. I never spoke. 
 
 Sang. I'll swear I heard a voice — no doubt then but 'twas — 
 
 Bert. From what quarter did the cry proceed ? 
 
 Sang. I thought it sounded hereabouts ; but the storm kept 
 such a confounded patter — 
 
 Bert. Well, let us take the left hand path ; and if we hear 
 the call repeated 
 
 Sang. Ay ! our daggers meet all questions with a keen 
 reply. {Exeunt.) 
 
 Flor. {Coming from the tree.) Eternal Providence, what 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 151 
 
 have I heard ? Murderers then are upon the watch for me ! No, 
 no — not for me ; I never yet offended a human being. Ha ! 
 unless my eyes are cheated, a friendly light now peeps out 
 through yonder coppice. (^Looking out.) Perhaps some wood- 
 man's hut, with a fresh faggot just crackling on the hearth ! Oh, 
 for a seat in such a chimney corner. [Whistle.) I hear you, 
 gentlemen ; a pleasant ramble to you. Adieu — space be be- 
 tween us ! Yours is a left-handed destiny — I'll seek mine to the 
 right. (Exit.) 
 
 Scene 5.— A Cottage — a light burning. 
 
 (Enter Monica, on a crutch, and carrying a basTcet.) 
 Mon. Praise to the virgin ! my old limbs have reached their 
 resting place at last. What a tempest ! (Strikes against the 
 door.) Ho! there — within — open quickly. (A female wildly 
 drest, appears.) 
 
 Mon. Ah, my poor Silence ! thou hast watched for me, I'll 
 warrant. Well, well, if I shiver now, a cup of warm rhenish 
 will soon make me glow again. (Exeunt into the cottage.) 
 {Enter Florian, running, and out of breath.) 
 Flor. I'm right, by all the household gods ! 'twas no goblin of 
 the fen that twinkled to deceive ! Oh, blessings on this hospitable 
 looking cot ! but hold ! just now I was on the point of shaking 
 hands with a cut-throat ; who knows, but here I may introduce 
 myself upon visiting terms with his family ? I'll reconnoiter, 
 (Steps to the casement on tiptoe.) I protest, a vastly neat cred- 
 itable sort of mansion ! Ha ! by all my hopes, a woman ! 
 Enough, here will I fix my tent. Whenever doubts and fears 
 perplex a man, the form of woman strikes upon his troubled 
 spirit like the rainbow stealing out of clbuds — the type of beauty 
 and the sign of hope ! (He knocks.) She comes, she comes. 
 (The female, on seeing Floriant recoils. — He catches her hand, 
 and detains her.) My dear madam ! no alarm, for heaven's 
 sake ! You have tiiieves in your neighborhood, but, upon my 
 soul, I don't belong to their fraternity. No, madam, I have 
 lost myself in the forest — the storm rages, and I entreat the 
 hospitality of this roof for the remainder of the night ! (The 
 female surveys him with suspicion.) I fear 'tis my misfortune 
 to be disbelieved — nay, then, let my dress declare my charac- 
 ter. (Opens his cloak.) Behold! I am a soldier! (The fe- 
 male shrieks, and darts away into the wood.) 
 
152 
 
 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 (Calling.) Madam ! my dear madam ! only hear me, 
 madam ! She's gone ! absolutely vanished ! Certainly 1 must 
 have changed my face, when I lost my road — no scarecrow 
 could have terrified the poor woman more. What's to be 
 done ? If I follow her, I shall but increase her terrors, and my 
 own difficulties. I'll enter the cottage, and wait her return. 
 
 (Exit into the cottage. ) 
 
 Scene 6. — The interior of the Cottage. 
 
 Flor. All solitary and silent — faith, my situation here is 
 somewhat whimsical. Well, I'm left in undisturbed possession, 
 and that's a title in law, if not in equity. (Takes off his cloak, 
 and hangs it on a chair. ) Yes, this shall be my barrack for the 
 night. 
 
 (Enter Monica.) 
 
 Mon. There, my garments are changed — 
 
 Flor. Ha ! another woman ! but old, by the mother of the 
 graces ! 
 
 Mon. A stranger ! 
 
 Flor. Not an impertinent one, I trust. One, who in the 
 darkness of the storm, having missed his road, craves of your 
 benevolence a shelter for the night. You shall be soon con- 
 vinced I am no dangerous guest. 
 
 Mon. Nay, you have told me your necessity, and that's a 
 sufficient claim to every comfort my little cabin can afford. 
 Pray, sir, take a seat. Here, my good Silence ! Ah, I do not 
 see — (hooking anxiously round.) 
 
 Flor. I am afraid, my good madam, you miss one of your 
 family. It was my misfortune to drive a female out of your 
 house at the moment I entered it. But not intentionally, I pro- 
 test ! 
 
 Mon. Ah, I comprehend — you wear the habit of a soldier, 
 sir — and my poor Silence never can abide to look upon that 
 dress. 
 
 Flor. Indeed ? that's rather a singular antipathy for a fe- 
 male. May I inquire, is she a daughter of yours ? 
 
 Mon. Not by blood, sir ! she is the child of misfortune. — 
 You look fatigued, sir ; let me recommend this flask of rhenish : 
 pray drink, sir, 'twill do you good ; it always does me good. 
 
 Flor. Madam, since you are so pressing — my best services 
 to you ! A very companionable sort of old gentlewoman, this. 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 153 
 
 (Aside.) I protest, madam, I feel myself interested for this un- 
 fortunate ; is her history a secret ? 
 
 Mon. Oh, not a secret, but quite a mystery. — Another 
 draught of wine, sir. 
 
 Flo7\ Madam, you will pledge me. And now for the mys- 
 tery. 
 
 Mon. Well, sir, about sixteen years ago, there came a rumor 
 to our village, of a wild wo^man, that had been caught in the 
 woods. She was brought round the country as a show. Well, 
 sir, this wild woman was the very creature you beheld but now. 
 She was in truth a piteous object. Yet there was a something 
 so noble and so gentle in her air, that my curiosity was lost at 
 once in pity. My heart swelled to see the gracious image of our 
 Maker so degraded. My tears started. Would you believe it, 
 sir ? the poor desolate statue felt the trickling drops. She cast 
 herself at my feet, and cried out, " Angel of compassion ! save 
 me from disgrace !" I raised the forlorn one to my arms ; her 
 keepers yielded their claims to my entreaties. I led the unfor- 
 tunate to my dwelling, and I love her with the affection of a real 
 parent. 
 
 Flor. By heavens ! I reverence your feelings ! In truth, 
 'tis a melancholy story. 
 
 Mon. Yes, sir ! and melancholy stories make people dry ; 
 so let me recommend another cup of wine ! 
 
 Flor. Madam ! I can't refuse the challenge. — [Aside.) The 
 old lady certainly designs to send me under the table. But 
 pray, madam, have you never discovered the cause of her dis- 
 tress ? 
 
 Mon. Never. I do not even know her name, but call her 
 Silence, because her voice is heard so rarely. The thick woods 
 about, I fear, remind her too much of her former wild way of 
 life. Sometimes she wanders in them half the night. 
 
 Flor. Are you not fearful of her safety ? These woods are 
 full of danger ; within this half hour, I myself have encountered 
 three ruffians, lurking for their prey. 
 
 Mon. Ruffians ! young gentleman ? Blessed Mary, save 
 us ! Well, well, I fear not for my child. Poverty is the mother 
 of ills, but her offspring generally respect each other. Come, 
 sir, finish the flask. {Rises.) 
 
 Flor. Kind hostess! lam bounden to you ever! [Rises, 
 and Jills his glass.) Here's woman, admired when we are 
 happy, but in our adversity, adored. [Drinks.) 
 
154 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES 
 
 Mon. (Courtesy ing.) Sweet sir, down to the very ground 
 I return your gallantry. 
 
 Flor. Hist ! don't I hear footsteps in the wood ? Swift ! 
 help me swift to bar the door ! 
 
 Mon. Ah! 'tis forced already ! {Two bravoes spring upon 
 Fiorian. Bertrand seizes the woman.) 
 
 Mon, Murder ! murder ! 
 
 Bert. Silence, or you die ! 
 
 (Fiorian struggles^ and falls upon one knee.) 
 
 Flor. Is it plunder that you seek 1 What is your purpose 
 with me ? Speak ! 
 
 Sang. Learn it by this ! (^Raises his dagger.) 
 
 Bert. Hold ! Not here ; drag him to the wood ! 
 
 Flo. Inhuman villains ! by your souls' best hope — I charge 
 you — I implore you — 
 
 Bert. (^Stamping and casting Monica from him.) Towards 
 the wood ! follow me ! 
 
 {Aferaale enters, and passes exactly opposite to Bertrand; his 
 limbs shake, and he reels backward. ) 
 
 Bert. Support me, ah, save me, or I die ! 
 ( The bravoes fly to Bertrand, the female crosses to Fiorian, and 
 
 spreads her wild drapery before him, in the attitude of protec- 
 tion.) 
 
 Bert. Look, look, she rises from the grave ! Heaven itself 
 forbids the deed ! (Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 7. — A Room in the Chateau. 
 
 (Enter Longueville and Bertrand.) 
 
 Long. Traitor ! Fiorian has arrived ! — Every way I have 
 been betrayed. 
 
 Bert. Hear me, my lord ! As I have life, so have I spoken 
 truly ; the grave yawned to forbid the blow — I saw — I distinctly 
 saw — it was Eugenia ! 
 
 Long. Villain ! still would you deceive me? 
 
 Bert. Ah, my lord, you would deceive yourself. I swear 
 it was Eugenia ! 
 (Enter De Valmoni, conversing with Fiorian and Geraldine.) 
 
 Long. We are interrupted, quick ! change those ruffled 
 features into smiles, quick ! 
 
 De Val. My boy, your preservation was indeed a miracle. 
 
 Long. Fiorian ! a thousand welcomes. Tell me — can it be 
 possible you were assailed last night by ruffians in the wood ? 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 155 
 
 Fhr. Yes, my dear baron, yes ! but let us banish gloomy 
 retrospections. 
 
 De Val. Not so — these men of blood shall be pursued to 
 justice. 
 
 Long. Be that my task. (To Florian.) Should you recog- 
 nize their persons 1 
 
 Flor. Positively, no — their disguises were impenetrable. 
 
 Ger. But their voices, Florian ? you heard them speak ? 
 
 Flor. True, sweet Geraldine ; but their accents were not 
 framed like thine, to touch the ear but once, yet vibrate on the 
 memory forever. 
 
 Long, Indulge my curiosity ; how were you preserved ? 
 
 Flor. Well, baron, since you force me to act the hero in 
 my own drama, thus runs my story : — I was defenseless, help- 
 less, hopeless : — two sturdy knaves had mastered my struggling 
 arms, and the dagger of a third gleamed against my throat, 
 when suddenly a female form appeared before us ; in an instant, 
 as if by magic, the murderers relaxed their hold, shuddered, re- 
 coiled, uttered cries, and fled the spot ; the female, mute and 
 motionless, remained. 
 
 Bert. [To Longueville.) You mark ! 
 
 Long. Silence ! 
 
 Flor. Cowardice is ever found the mate of cruelty. This 
 stranger was doubtless regarded by the villains as a preternatu- 
 ral agent. She proved, however, a mere mortal, frail and pal- 
 pable as ourselves. 
 
 Bert. God ! living ! 
 
 Long, {Bertrand draws behind.) Whence came this wo- 
 man ? what was she ? 
 
 Fhr, Alas ! the most pitiable object in nature — an unhappy 
 maniac. She resides at the same cottage where I found shelter 
 from the storm. 
 
 Berl. {As if electrified.) Direct me, heaven ! [He glides 
 out, unobserved. ) 
 
 Long. Were not any other circumstances linked with this 
 adventure ? 
 
 Flor. None of consequence ; but I suspect one of the ruf- 
 fians was known to this wretched woman. 
 
 Long. Florian ! it is necessary this woman should be inter- 
 rogated. Not a moment must be lost — I will myself visit this 
 cottage instantly. (Exit.) 
 
 Ger. Uncle, recollect it is to be at noqn exactly. 
 
 Flor, And what at noon, dear Geraldine ? 
 
156 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 De Val. Florian, you are destined to be our hero in peace, 
 as well as war. My niece has planned a little fete — 
 
 Ger» Fie, uncle ! you have betrayed my secret ; as a due 
 punishment, I impose upon you to appear at our fete in person. 
 
 De Val. What a demand ! I, who never — 
 
 Ger. Nay, if it be only for a minute — I cannot be denied. 
 
 De Val. Well, you reign a fairy sovereign for the day. 
 
 Ger. There's my kindest uncle ! — Florian, I warn you, be- 
 ware, I have the power to punish 
 
 Flor. And to reward also. 
 
 Ger. Ah ! at least I have the inclination : it will be your own 
 fault, if Geraldine refuses a boon, when Florian is the suitor. 
 
 {Exit.) 
 
 Flor. Lovely Geraldine ! Ah, sir, is she not admirable ? 
 
 De Val. The last fond wish left clinging to this heart, is 
 Gerald ine's felicity. I shall endeavor to secure it, by uniting 
 her in marriage with a worthy object. 
 
 Flor. Sir, marriage, did you say ? gracious heavens ! mar- 
 riage ? 
 
 De Vol. What ! does the idea of Geraldine's marriage 
 afflict you ? 
 
 Flor. I am not such an ingrate — her happiness is the prayer 
 of my soul. 
 
 De Val. {After a pause.) Florian, draw yourself a seat. 
 {Florian presents a chair to the count, and then seats himself.) 
 You behold me, such as I have seemed, even from your infancy 
 — a suffering, broken-hearted man. — I once possessed a heart 
 for enterprise, an arm for achievement. Grief, not time, has 
 palsied those endowments. Like the eaglet, rushing from his 
 nest against the sun, I entered upon life. 
 
 Flor. Ah, that malignant clouds should obscure so bright a 
 dawn ! 
 
 De Val. My spirit panted for a career of arms : at the age 
 of twenty, I embraced the cause of my religion and my king. 
 Then, Florian, it was, 1 welcomed love ! a first, a last, and eter- 
 nal passion ! 
 
 Flor. Oh, sir, desist — these recollections shake your mind 
 too strongly. 
 
 De Val. No, let me proceed, Florian ! I wooed and won 
 an angel — a lovely infant blessed our union. My felicity seemed 
 perfect ! Now, Florian, mark ! My country a second time 
 called me to her baUles ; 1 left my kinsman, Longueville, to 
 guard the dear ones of my soul — I was wounded and made 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 157 
 
 prisoner — a rumor of my death prevailed through France. I 
 trembled lest Eugenia should receive the tale, and flew to pre- 
 vent her terrors. — Oh ! oh ! the blood now curdles round my 
 heart — the wolves of war had rushed upon my slumbering fold — 
 my wife — my infant — I trampled on their ashes ! 
 
 Flor, Tremendous hour ! so dire a shock might paralyze a 
 Roman firmness. 
 
 De Val. Florian, there is a grief that never found its image yet 
 in words. I prayed for death ; I plunged into the deepest soh- 
 tudes. At the close of a sultry day, I entered a forest at the 
 foot of the Cevennes. On the sudden, a faint and feeble moan 
 pierced my ear ; and, lo ! a desolate infant, left to perish in the 
 wilderness ! It was famishing ! I raised it to my breast ; its 
 little arms twined feebly round my neck. Florian, thou wert 
 heaven's gracious instrument to reclaim a truant to his duties ! 
 Eighteen years have followed that event. 
 
 Flor. Sir, those years shall not pass forgotten. An orphan's 
 blessing wafts their eulogy to heaven. (He casts himself at 
 De ValmonVs feet.) 
 
 De Val. Rise, young man ! your virtues have repaid my 
 cares. Florian, let Geraldine become your wife — be you here- 
 after the protector of my people. 
 
 Flor. Merciful powers ! I ! the child of accident and mys- 
 ter — a wretched foundling ! — I ! — 
 
 De Val. Young man, fortune forbade you to inherit a name, 
 but she has granted you a prouder boast ; you have founded 
 one. Your marriage shall receive my blessing. Farewell. 
 {Exit suddenly.) 
 
 Flor. Heard I aright ? Yes, he pronounced it, "Geraldine 
 is thine." Earth's gross substantial touch is felt no more — I 
 mount in air, and rest on sunbeams ! Oh, if I dream now, royal 
 Mab ! abuse me ever with thy dear deceits ! {Enter V Clair.) 
 
 VC. So, captain ! you are well encountered. I have sad 
 forebodings that our shining course of arms is threatened with 
 eclipse. 
 
 Flor. How now, my doughty squire — what may be our 
 present jeopardy ? 
 
 VC. Ah, captain, the sex — the dear, enchanting sex; 
 captain, heroes are but men, men but flesh, and flesh but 
 'Weakness. 
 ■ Flor. Knave ! I am to be married ; varlet, wish me joy. 
 
 UC. Certainly, captain, I do wish you joy : for v/hen a 
 man has once determined upon matrimony, he acts wisely to 
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158 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 collect the congratulations of his friends beforehand. May I 
 take the freedom to inquire the lady 1 
 
 FloT, L'Clair, the peerless, priceless Geraldine. 
 
 UC. Peerless, I grant the lady, but as to priceless, I 
 should think, for my own poor particular, that when I bartered 
 my liberty, I was paying full value for my goods, besides a 
 swinging overcharge for the fashion of the make. 
 
 Flor, Tush, man ! 'tis not by form or feature I compute my 
 prize. Geraldine's mind, not her beauty, is the magnet of my 
 love. {Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 8.— The Cottage. 
 
 (Enter Monica and Bertrand.) 
 
 Mon, In truth, sir, I have told you every circumstance. 
 
 Bert. Seventeen years ago, I think you said ? 
 
 Mon, Ay, ay, I was accurate, seventeen years. 
 
 Bert. Gracious heaven ! My good woman, I suspect this 
 unfortunate person is known to me — bring me directly to the 
 sight of her ! 
 
 Mon. Hold, sir ! I must know you first — who knows but 
 you may be her enemy ? 
 
 Bert. No, no, her friend — her firm and faithful friend ! 
 
 Mon. I doubt whether she will receive you ; her mind is ill 
 at ease ; all last night I heard her pacing up and down her 
 chamber, moaning piteously. 
 
 Bert. Does she still keep her chamber ? 
 
 Mon. Hark ! I think I hear her stir — (looks,) — ay, her door 
 now stands open, her face is turned towards us, but her eyes 
 are fixed upon a writing in her hands. 
 
 (Bertrand looks, and casts himself upon his knee.) 
 
 Bert. She lives ! eternal mercy ! thanks ! thanks ! 
 
 Mon. Holy St. Dennis ! the sight of her has strangely 
 moved you. 
 
 Bert. Oh, let me cast myself before her feet ! 
 
 Mon. Hold, sir ! — back, back. (Bertrand withdraws.) 
 (Enter Eugenia, with a folded paper.) 
 
 Eugenia. My kind mother ! this is perhaps our last em- 
 brace — we must part. 
 • Mon. Part ! My child, what mean you ? 
 
 Eug. Mother, I have an enemy, a dreadful one ! Oh ! 
 thought of horror ! no, no, here I dare not stay. 
 
 Mon. My poor innocent ! whither would you go ? 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 159 
 
 Eug. To woods and caves, to wolves and vultures, to es- 
 cape from man I Receive this paper, 'tis the memoir of my life. 
 (Monica gives a sign to Bertrand.) 
 
 Mon. Yet, hold — a stranger has been inquiring here, who 
 describes himself your friend. 
 
 Eug. Ah ! no, no — the tomb long since has covered all my 
 friends. 
 
 Mon. He is in the house. 
 
 Eug. Where ? (Monica points^ and Eugenia^s eyes rest 
 upon the figure of Bertrand, loho has concealed his face with his 
 hands.) Speak ! what would you ? 
 
 Bert. ( Uncovering his face without raising Ms eyes.) Par- 
 don ! pardon ! 
 
 Eug. Ah, Bertrand ! 
 
 Bert, (Catching her mantle.) Stay! Angel of mercy ! a 
 despairing man implores for pardon. 
 
 Eug. [Presses her crucifix to her lips.) Yes, charity and 
 peace to all ! May heaven forgive thee, sinful man ! 
 
 Bert. Lady, I come to serve and save you. Might we 
 converse without a witness ? 
 
 Mon. Nay, I will not be an eaves-dropper. My blessing, 
 stranger, if you mean her fairly ; but if you wrong, or play her 
 false, a widow's curse fall heavy on your death-bed. (Exit.) 
 
 Eug. Speak, man of terrors — 
 
 Bert. The Baron Longueville — 
 
 Eug. That fiend ! • 
 
 Bert. Lady ! I possess the means — O blessed chance ! to 
 shield you from his malice. • 
 
 Eug. And wilt thou — O ! wilt thou, Bertrand ? One such 
 gracious act shall win thy pardon for a thousand sins. 
 
 Bert. Lady! (Sinks on his knee.) I solemnly vow, the 
 tyrant Longueville shall mar your peace no more. 
 (Sanguine looks in, and makes a sign to Longueville, who 
 follows; they glide to the further end of the cottage.) 
 
 Eug. Rise ! your penitence wears nature's stamp. 
 
 Bert. Oh ! lady, by what miracle escaped you the flames of 
 that tremendous n-ight ? 
 
 Eug. Ah, what hast thou said ? Again I view thy murder- 
 ous poniard reared to strike ! Begone ! begone ! 
 
 Bert. To Longueville ascribe the horrors of that night. 
 Longueville was it, that opened the castle gates at midnight ; 
 his hand it was that fired the chamber where you slept in peace. 
 
 Eug. A wayward destiny that 'night was mine — at once 
 
160 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 both saved and lost ! Darkness wrapt my flying steps, and ere 
 the dawn, in safety, with my child, I gained the forest. 
 
 Bert, Your child ! eternal powers ! the infant then escaped 
 my blow ? 
 
 Eug. Thy dagger's point twice scarred his innocent hand, 
 but failed to reach his life. A sanguine cross indelibly re- 
 mained. 
 
 Bert. O ! does the infant yet survive ? Speak, lady ! 
 
 Eug. No, Bertrand, no ; fortune but mocked me with a 
 moment's hope — he perished, Bertrand. Ah ! my brain ! 
 
 Bert. Thou suffering excellence ! Let me bestow thee in 
 a safe retreat. 
 
 ( The bar on suddenly stands before them.) 
 
 Bert. Undone for ever ! 
 
 Long, Guard well the door — let not a creature enter or 
 depart. {Draws his dagger.) Wretch ! 
 
 Bert. Strike ! yes, deep in this guilty bosom, strike. 
 
 Long. Thou double traitor ! tremble at impending death ! 
 
 Bert. Tyrant ! I defy thy vengeance — the measure of my 
 anguish and despair is full. 
 
 Long, Wretch ! I give thee back thy life, but I will study 
 punishments, to make the boon a curse unutterable ! Sanguine, 
 ascend the stair, and force that wretched woman to my pres- 
 ence. 
 
 Bert, Hold, hold, my lord ! recall those threatening words. 
 
 Long, Away, my purpose is resolved. 
 
 Bert. [Kneels, and catching his cloak.) Hear me, my lord ; 
 as you deal with this afflicted innocent, so hereafter, shall the 
 God of judgment deal with you. 
 
 Long. [Aloud.) Sanguine, produce my victim. 
 
 Bert. Cover me, mountains ! hide me from the sun ! 
 ( Sanguine returns from above.) 
 
 Sang. My lord, the female has escaped ! 
 
 Long. Villain ! escaped ? 
 
 Bert. Ha ! 
 
 Sang. [Turning to the window.) Ha ! I catch a female 
 figure darting through the trees — she runs with lightning 
 speed ! 
 
 Long. Distraction ! if she gain the castle, 1 am lost for 
 ever ; pursue, pursue ! [Longueville and Sanguine rush out.) 
 
 Bert. Guardians of innocence, direct her steps ! [Exit.) 
 
SEKIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 161 
 
 Scene 9. — A room in the chateau. 
 
 {Enter Rosabelle and Gaspard.) 
 
 Gasp. Ha ! young mistress Rosabelle, you are fleet of foot. 
 
 Eos. Yet, my steps are heavier than my heart, for that's 
 all feather. Wilt along with me, Gaspard ? 
 
 Gasp, No, no — youth is for flight — but age for falls. 
 
 Ros. Wilt turn a waltz anon, and be my partner in the 
 dance ? 
 
 Gasp. Hey, madcap, have we dances toward ? 
 
 Ros. Certainly! the lady Geraldine and myself for beauty; 
 and then for rank, we shall have the count himself, and the 
 baron, and — 
 
 Gasp. Out upon you, magpie ! his lordship, the count, 
 among revellers ! truly a pleasant jest. 
 
 Ros. I heard him promise lady Geraldine — 
 
 Gasp. Damsel, thy tongue has made a boy of me again. 
 
 Ros, Indeed, then have I brought thee to thy second child- 
 hood. 
 
 Gasp. Ah ! would you fleer me ? His lordship among 
 revellers ! oh ! the blessed tidings ! (Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 10. 
 
 ( Village girls advance, scattering flowers before Geraldine, who 
 is led by Florian.) 
 
 Ger. {Pointing to the centre seat.) There is our hero's 
 seat. Nay, my commands are absolute ; I reserve this for 
 my uncle. ( They seat themselves. Boys habited as warriors f 
 hang military trophies round Florian^s seat. Girls enter., 
 as wood.nymphs, and disarm the loarriors, remove the trophies, 
 and replace them with garlands. The warriors and nymphs 
 join. Suddenly a piercing shriek is heard, and Eugenia 
 enters, and casts herself at the feet of Geraldine.) 
 
 Eug. Save me ! save me ! 
 
 Ger, Ah ! what wretched suppliant is this ? 
 
 Flor. By heavens ! the very woman who preserved my life ! 
 {Enter Longueville.) 
 
 Long. {With instant self-command.) Dear friends, heaven 
 has appointed me the agent of its grace. I have discovered in 
 this wretched woman, the long-lost wife of a friend at Baden. 
 14* 
 
162 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Eug, No, no, I have no husband — they have murdered 
 him ; this man would betray — destroy me. {Catching Geral- 
 diners rohe.) 
 
 Ger, How earnestly she grasps my hand. 
 
 Long. She utters nought but madness ! Come, away, away ! 
 (Seizing Eugenia, she clings to Geraldine.) 
 
 Eug. Forsake me not ! 
 
 Ger, Forbear, my lord ; I cannot find that wildness you 
 proclaim. Lady, dismiss your fears — here resides the Count de 
 Valmont, 
 
 Eug, Who ! 
 
 Ger, The excellent — the suffering De Valmont. 
 
 Eug, [With recurring insanity.) Come to the altar — my 
 love waits for me — weave me a bridal crown ! 
 
 Long, Behold ! can you doubt me now ? 
 
 Ger, Too painfully I am convinced. Poor thing ! ah, re- 
 move her hence. 
 
 Flor. Yes, yes, remove her ! but O, I charge you, treat 
 her with the tenderest care. 
 
 Long, {To his people.) Advance, bear her to my pavilion ? 
 {They seize upon Eugenia — the count enters at the same mo- 
 ment.) 
 
 De Val, My friends, I come to join your pleasures. 
 
 Eug. {Struggling violently.) Hark! he calls me to his 
 arms. Unhand me !— oh ! cruel — cruel — {She sinks into a 
 swoon. — Longueville draws her veil, to conceal her features. ) 
 
 Long, Away with her, this instant ! {He catches De Val- 
 monfs arm — then imperatively to the men.) Quick, quick ! 
 [De Valmont pauses in surprise. Longueville maintains his 
 restraining attitude. Florian and Geraldine join to arrest his 
 steps. The hravoes withdraw the insensible and unresisting 
 Eugenia,) {Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 11. — The steward's room. 
 
 (Gaspard and L^ Clair discovered, drinking.) 
 
 Gasp, Adod ! a very master-piece of military art. Well, 
 and what then, did our troops ? 
 
 L' C. They dashed through the river, like a pack of otters. 
 
 Gasp. Hold — you said just now the river wasn't fordable. 
 
 i'C. Did I ? pshaw ! I only meant, it wasn't fordable to 
 the enemy. But as to our hussars — whew ! such fellows as 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 163 
 
 they would get through any thing. {Takes the fiask from Gas- 
 pard, and drinks.) 
 
 Gasp. O, the rare hussars ! My room is private, so here 
 we'll sit, and talk about war for the remainder of the night. 
 
 L'C Bravo ! agreed — but hark ye, is not this room of 
 your's built in a queer sort of a circular shape ? 
 
 Gasp. No : a most perfect square. 
 
 I/'C. Well, I never studied mathematics, but, for a perfect 
 square, methinks it has the oddest trick of turning round with 
 its company, I ever witnessed. 
 
 {Enter Rosahelle.) 
 
 Eos. Here's a display of profligacy ! So, gentlemen, are 
 these your morals ? 
 
 Gasp. Marry now, my malapert lady ! how comes it you 
 are found abroad at these wild hours ? 
 
 Ros. I have always important motives for my conduct. A 
 strange female waits at the castle-gate, and demands to speak 
 with the person of first consequence in the family, 
 
 Gasp^ {Rising pompously.) I am of course the personage 
 required ! You say a female ? 
 
 Ros. Yes, she waits in heavy trouble at the gate. 
 
 Gasp. I fly. Gallantry invites, and I obey the call. 
 'Tis woman tempts from friendship, war, and wine — 
 My fault is human — my excuse divine ! {Exit.) 
 
 Ros. In sooth, the old gentleman has not forgotten his man- 
 ners in his cups ; but as to you, sir, have you nothing to say 
 for yourself? 
 
 L'C {Rising and reeling towards her.) Much, very much ! 
 O, Rosahelle, beautiful Rosahelle ! This morning I beheld only 
 one Rosahelle, and yet I was undone ; now I seem to behold 
 two Rosabelles — ergo, I either see double, or am doubly un- 
 done. There's logic for you. 
 
 Ros, What shall I do with him ? I must coax him. {Aside.) 
 L'Clair — come, come, my dear L'Clair. Assuredly of all objects 
 in creation, the most pitiable is a man in liquor. 
 
 UC. There's one exception — a man in love. {Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 12— The Count's Chamber. 
 
 {De Valmont gating upon a miniature.) 
 DeVal. Eugenia! 
 Now of the angel race, and blessed in heaven ! 
 . Forgive, dear saint ! these blameful eyes that flow 
 
164 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES 
 
 With human love, and mourn thy blessedness. — 
 These lips have life — yea, very breath — 
 I'll gaze no more — there's witchcraft in this skill, 
 And my abused, weak brain, may madden soon ! 
 
 (Puts the picture in his hosom. ) 
 
 Gasp. (^Without.) Go, go — his lordship may not be dis- 
 turbed — 
 
 Mon. ( Without.) I have a cause that must be heard — 
 
 De Vol. How now ! voices in the ante-room ! — Ho ! 
 [Enter Gaspard.) 
 
 Gasp, Alack, that folk will be so troublesome. My good 
 lord, here's a strange woman, who craves vehemently to be 
 heard. 
 
 De Val. Nay, in the morning be it — not at this hour. 
 
 Gasp. I told her so ; my very words : but her grief seems 
 to have crazed her reason. 
 
 De Val. How ! is she unhappy, then ? Her sorrows be her 
 passport here. 
 
 {Enter Monica. ) 
 
 Mon, So, you are seen at last, my lord ! Men say your 
 heart is good — grant heaven ! I find it so ! 
 
 De Val. Woman, give me a knowledge of your griefs with 
 method. 
 
 Mon, I will, I will, but anguish stifles me. Oh ! my lord, 
 this is your castle, and here she fled for shelter ! Oh ! my lord ! 
 save her! save her ! (She throws herself at his feet.) 
 
 De Val. Rise, attempt composure ; your words are riddles 
 to me. 
 
 Gasp, My lord, 'tis of the poor lunatic she speaks ; she 
 whom the baron has confined. 
 
 De Val, 1 saw the person not. Rest, good woman, rest ; 
 my kinsman is her friend. 
 
 Mon, No, no — he is a monster ! Here, here read his char- 
 acter. [Producing Eugenia^ s MSS.) 
 
 De Val, Woman ! Beware ! grief yields no privilege to 
 slander. 
 
 Mon. I am not a slanderer ; indeed, indeed I am not. 
 Your lordship, I find, is called the Count de Valmont ; hadj^ou 
 not once a relation of the same title, who fell in battle ? 
 
 De Val, Never. ^ 
 
 Mon, Yet 'twas the same title ; ay, here 'tis written—" in 
 forcing the passage of the Durance." 
 
 De Val, How ! 'tis of myself you read. 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 165 
 
 Mon. Ah, my lord, were you ODce wedded to a lady named 
 ELigenia ? 
 
 JDe Val. Woman ! Ah, name beloved ! 
 
 Mon. Yes — yes — it is — it must be so — here— read — read 
 — read this ! (Giving the scroll.) 
 
 Be Val. Eternal powers ! When and where did you pro- 
 cure this writing 1 
 
 Mon. This very morning, from her own hand, my lord ; 
 Eugenia lives to bless and to be blessed again. 
 
 Be Val. {Starting amazed.) Begone! lest I forget thy 
 sex, and kill thee for thy cruelty. 
 
 Mon. Nay, read, and let your eyes assure your soul of joy, 
 (The count staggers hack into a chair.) 
 
 Gasp. Woman, if you have spoken falsely — 
 
 Mon. By the great issue, let my words be judged. 
 
 Be Val. {Reading.) "The chamber burst in flames. I 
 snatched my infant from its slumber ; I heard the voice of 
 Longueville direct our murder'" — {Starting fonvard.) Oh, 
 God of wrath and vengeance ! hear thou a husband's and a 
 father's prayer ! Strike the pale villain ! dead ! {He draws 
 his sword^ and strikes with it as at a combatant — he reels and 
 faints.) 
 
 Gasp, Help, help, help ! 
 
 ( Geraldine rushes in^ folloioed by domestics. ) 
 
 Ger, Ah, heavens ! what killing sight is this ? Uncle, uncle, 
 speak to me, 'tis Geraldine that calls. 
 
 {Enter Florian.) 
 
 Flor. My patron ! dying! 
 
 Ger. Nay, bend him forward — he sees — he knows us — 
 
 Flor. How fares it, sir ? Bless us with your voice. 
 
 Be Val. {Grasps the scroll.) Longueville! Longueville! 
 {Relapses into insensibility.) 
 
 Flor. Enough! I comprehend ! {Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 13. — A rugged cliff and river. 
 
 {Enter Longueville and Sanguine.) 
 Long. Tardy, neglectful slave ! still does he loiter ? 
 Sang. You bade Lenoir to sound his bugle when he reached 
 the bank? 
 
 Long. Ay, thrice — hark ! hear you nothing ! 
 Sang. Only the rising tide that murmers hoarsely. 
 Long. Is midnight passed ? 
 
166 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Sang, Long since. 
 
 Long. Night ! Oh, to the murderer, thou art terrible ! on 
 beds of down he feels the rack ! 
 
 Sang, How now, my lord ? conscience ! Nay, then, let 
 Eugenia live. 
 
 Long. Not for an angel's birthright ! (Exeunt. ) 
 
 . Scene 14. — The river's bank — a small bower of lattice work — the 
 moon, at full — Bertrand watching the pavilion. 
 
 Bert. I watch in vain ! Oh ! that this heart might bleed to 
 its last guilty drop, in ransom for Eugenia ! {A bugle is sound- 
 ed three times.) Ha ! a bugle ! the omen of some fatal deed ! 
 Eugenia, I will preserve, or perish with thee. {He retires into 
 the bower.) 
 
 [Enter Longueville.) 
 
 Long. 'Twas the signal ! Ho ! Lenoir ! advance ! 
 {Enter Lenoir.) 
 
 Len. All is prepared — your orders are fulfilled. 
 
 Long. The moon has risen high ; your course may be ob- 
 served . 
 
 Len. Dismiss that fear ; — not e'en the solitary fisher spreads 
 his nets upon the stream. 
 
 Long. Where have you left the boat ? 
 
 Len. Under the bank, in shade. 
 
 Long. Then, when you reach the middle of the current — 
 
 Len. Ay — Eugenia's funeral rites are few and brief. 
 {Bertrand clasps his hands in despair, and groans.) 
 
 Long. Ha ! what sound is that ? 
 
 Len. Some tree moaning to the blast. 
 
 Long. Wherefore come you not masked ? 
 
 Len. I left a mask within the boat; this flowing mantle will 
 conceal my dress. {Bertrand makes a gesticulation of hope — 
 then glides silently out.) 
 
 Long. 'Tis well ! — Ho ! Sanguine ! lead forth your charge. 
 Dispatch, Lenoir ! return to the boat and row it swiftly hither : 
 away ! {Exit Lenoir.) She comes ! ill-starred Eugenia ! 
 {Enter Sanguine and Eugenia.) 
 
 Eug. Whither do you lead me ? Ah ! Longueville — now 
 then I read my answer — 'tis death—'tis murder! 
 
 Long. Lady, you misjudge my purpose. — A safe asylum is 
 provided, where peace shall gild the evening of your life. 
 
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 Eug, No, no, I find a language in your eye, more certain 
 than your lip : murder, midnight murder ! 
 
 Long. {A noise of comhat without.) Ha ! the clash of 
 swords ! Sanguine, fly to the spot. Lenoir, I fear me, is in 
 danger. {Exit Sanguine.) Eugenia, return to the pavilion. 
 " Eug. Not while succor seems so nigh : help, help ! , 
 
 Long. Dare but repeat that cry ! {Draws a dagger.) Nay, 
 nay, you strive in vain. {Forces Eugenia to the pavilion.) 
 {Re-enter Sanguine.) 
 
 Sang' My lord, the combatants had vanished : close to the 
 water's edge., the turf was stained with blood. 
 
 Long. 'Sdealh ! some prying hind has stolen on our plans : 
 doubtless Lenoir has been assailed, and for a while avoids the 
 bank. Follow me ! {Exit with Sanguine.) 
 
 {Eugenia appears at the window.) 
 
 Eug. Does the great thunder sleep, still patient of a mur- 
 derer's crimes ! 
 
 {Enter Florian.) 
 
 Flor. Baron ! baron ! {Runs to the door.) 
 
 Eug. Ah ! turn — turn in pity ! 
 
 Flor. Heavens! {Opens the door, and Eugenia clings 
 wildly round him.) Unhappy woman, wlience these cries ? 
 
 Eug. Swear to preserve me; swear not to yield me to 
 the murderer's dagger ! 
 
 Flor. My honor and my manhood both, are pledges for your 
 safety ; but who is the enemy you dread 1 
 
 Eug. Longueville, he seeks my life ; nay, nay, I am not 
 mad, indeed I am not. 
 
 Flor. Appease these agonies — by my eternal hope, I swear, 
 I will defend you with my life from injury. 
 
 Eug. A wretch's blessing crown thee ! Oh, let my soul 
 dissolve in tears upon this gracious hand ! (Eugenia clasps Flo- 
 rian^s hand and covers it with tears — she rubs the back of the 
 hand she has seized.) 
 
 Flor. Why do you fasten thus your looks upon my hand ; 
 what moves your wonder ? 
 
 Eug. This scar, this deep — deep scar ! Speak, how gained 
 you first this dreadful mark ? 
 
 Flor. From infancy I recollect the stamp. 
 
 Eug. Who were your parents ? 
 
 Flor. Alas, that knowledge never blessed my heart ; I am 
 a foundling : eighteen years since — 
 
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 Eug. J^h, did watchful angels then— yes, yes — 'tis nature's 
 holy proof! 
 
 Flor. Merciful heavens ! Woman ! woman ! pronounce 
 my parents' name, and I will worship you. 
 Eug. Your parents ! [She faints. ) 
 
 Flor. Speak ! I conjure you, speak ! breathe but their sacred 
 name! 
 
 [Enter Longueville and Sanguine.) 
 
 Long. The lurking knave, whate'er his aim, has fled be- 
 yond our reach. Has Lenoir returned your signal to approach 
 the bank ? 
 
 Sang. He rows towards us now. Nay, look — the boat 
 draws close. 
 
 Long. Then to our last decisive deed ! (Passing to the pa- 
 vilion. ) Ha ! Eugenia rescued, and in Florian's arms ? 
 
 Flor. Help, baron ! help ! Aid me to preserve a dying 
 woman ! 
 
 Long. Florian, this fair impostor, resign her to my care. 
 
 Flor. Pardon me, Longueville, to this female's fate my 
 soul is newly bound by ties so strange and strong, that even 
 your displeasure must not part us. (The alarm-bell tolls from 
 the castle.) 
 
 Long. Ha! the castle is alarmed — look out, Sanguine, — 
 what means this tumult 1 
 
 Sang. My lord, the glare of torches wavers through the 
 grove — 
 
 Long. Distraction ! Florian,' instantly resign this woman. 
 {Attempting to force her from Mm.) 
 
 Flor. Never ! my word stands pledged for her protection. 
 
 Long. Confusion ! — Ho ! Lenoir ! Lenoir ! 
 
 Eug. {Recovering.) Stay, blessed vision ! Ah! 'twas real 
 — I fold him to my heart ! {A man enveloped in a mantle and 
 a mask, at that instant enters. ) 
 
 Long. Ha! now presumptuous boy! {He draws and 
 rushes upon Florian^ who stands upon the defense.) 
 
 Flor. In a just cause, I would not shrink belbre a giant's 
 arm. 
 
 Eug. {Frantic.) Inhuman Longueville ! — forbear, forbear ! 
 ( WhUe Florian encounters Longueville, Sanguine darts upon Eu- 
 genia — by the action of a moment he transports her from her 
 protector^ s side, to the baron's.) 
 
 Long. Away ! drag her to the boat : — be mine the task to 
 curb her champion's valor. 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. T69 
 
 Flor. Hold ! dastard — unless thou art dead to every sense 
 of manhood, hold ! 
 
 Long. Boy ! I triumph, and deride thy baffled spleen. 
 {Sanguine passes Eugenia to the masque.) 
 
 Eug, Dear loved youth, thy mother blesses thee, and dies 
 content ! 
 
 Flor, Eternal Providence ! Longueville ! {In an agony casts 
 himself at Ms feet.) Oh, if thou art human, hold ! Spare, O! 
 spare my parent ! 
 
 Sang. Decide, my lord ; the crowd approach ! 
 
 Long. 'Twere vain to pause— swift ! plunge your poniards 
 in Eugenia's bosom ! 
 
 Flor. Monster ! 
 
 Long. They come — obey me, slaves ! {The masque lifts a 
 dagger over her.) 
 
 Sang. We are prepared. 
 
 Long. Now. 
 
 San. Comrade, strike ! 
 
 Masque. Ay, to the heart ! ( The masque plunges the dag- 
 ger into Sanguine J who falls.) Eugenia is preserved. — {With 
 one arm he supports the lady, and with the other snatches away 
 the mask, and discovers the features of Bertrand.) 
 
 Long. Bertrand ! eternal palsies strike thy arm ! 
 {Enter Gaspard, Monica, domestics, 8fC. with torches.) 
 
 Flor. Secure the villain ! — Mother ! — mysterious blessing ! 
 
 Eug. My boy, my only one, — Bertrand, life is thy gift, and 
 now indeed I bless thee for the boon. 
 
 Bert. I swore to save you ; I have kept my oath. — 
 {Enter De Valmont, Geraldine, and domestics.) 
 
 Be Val. Dear worshiped form, she lives — she lives — 
 
 Eug. Ah ! shield me, Florian : yon phantom shape — - 
 
 Be Val. Nay, Eugenia — 'tis thy lord, thy living lord. 
 
 Eug. Indeed, my wedded lord ! I wept for a dear warrior 
 once; and did the sword forbearso just a heart? {She sinks 
 upon his breast.) 
 
 Long. Detested sight ! 
 
 Flor. Remove that monster to some sure confinement ! 
 The count hereafter shall pronounce his punishment. 
 
 Long. Already I endure my heaviest curse. — Come, to a 
 dungeon ! darkness is welcome ! (Exit.) 
 
 Ger. Florian ! friend — ah ! yet a dearer name — you rob 
 me of a birth-right, still I must greet my new-found kinsman — 
 
 Flor, Geraldine ! — What means my love ? 
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170 
 
 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 De Vol. Florian, heaven mysteriously o'erwatched thy 
 hour of peril, and led a father through the desert, unconsciously 
 to succor and redeem his child. 
 
 Flor, Ha ! De Valmont's glorious blood then circles in these 
 veins ! — My parent, my preserver ! 
 
 De Val. My forest prize, my foundling boy. [They emhrace,) 
 
 (Exeunt) 
 
 XXXIIL— FROM RIENZI.—Mitford. 
 
 I 
 
 RIENZI, TRIBUNE OF ROME — COLONNA, URSINI, GREAT NOBLEMEN 
 OF ROME — SAVELLI, CAFARELLO, FRANGIPANI, NOBLEMEN OF 
 ROME — ANGELO, COLONNa's SON — CAMILLO, RIENZl's SERVANT 
 ATTENDANTS AND MASQUERS. 
 
 Angela. — 2r|)US K t|)roh) 
 ^ l3t;abe tieKance in tt}^ Uzt% 
 
 Scene 1. — A hall in the Capitol — a chair of state, elevated on two 
 steps. Enter Savelli, Frangipani, and Cafarello, who advance to the 
 front. — Camillo and attendants, in the back ground. 
 
 {Friislrated design to assassinate Rienzi at a banquet in honor 
 of Ms daughter's marriage with Angela Colonna.) 
 Savelli, Rienzi bears him like a prince, save that he lacks 
 Tiie port serene of majesty. His mood 
 Is fitful ; stately now, and sad ; anon, 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 171 
 
 Full of a hurried mirth ; courteous awhile, 
 And mild ; then bursting, on a sudden, forth, 
 Into sharp biting taunts. 
 
 Frangipani. And at the altar, 
 
 When he first found the proud and angry mother 
 Refused to grace the nuptials, even the nuncio 
 Quailed at his fiery thr-eats. 
 
 CafareUo. I saw Colonna 
 
 Gnawing his lip for wrath. 
 
 Sav. Why, this new power 
 
 Mounts to the brain like wine. For such disease, 
 Your skillful leech lets blood. 
 
 Fra. Suspects he aught 
 
 Of our design ? We hunt a subtil quarry. 
 
 Sav. But with a wilier huntsman. [Enter Ursini.) 
 Ursini, 
 
 Hath every point been guarded ? Be the masquers 
 Valiant and strongly armed ? Have ye taken order 
 To close the gates — to seize his train — to cut 
 The cordage of the bell, that none may summon 
 The people to his rescue ? 
 
 Ursini. All is cared for, 
 
 And vengeance certain. Before set of sun, 
 We shall be masters of ourselves, of Rome, 
 And Rome's proud ruler. This quiet masque of ours — 
 
 Caf. What is the watchword ? 
 
 Urs. Death. 
 
 Fra. Peace, peace — he comes ! 
 
 (Enter Rienzi and Colonna^ at opposite points.) 
 
 Rienzi. A fair good welcome, noble friends. — Your chairs. 
 
 (Takes the chair of state.) 
 Bring mirth ! I brook no pause of revelry. 
 Have ye no masque ? 
 
 Sav. (To Ursini.) He rushes in the toils ; 
 Now weave tlie meshes round him. 
 
 Urs. Sooth, my lord, 
 
 We had plotted to surprise the gentle bride 
 With a slight masque — a toy, an antic. 
 
 Rie. Ay, and when ? 
 
 Urs. Soon as the bell tolled four, the masquers 
 Were bid to enter. 
 
 Rie. Four ? And how attired ? 
 
172 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Urs, Turbaned and robed, and with swart visages ; 
 A troop of lusty iMoors. 
 
 Rie, Camillo, hark ! Admit these revelers ; 
 Mark me — -{Gives orders in a low voice, to Camillo.) 
 
 Urs, (Aside.) Now, vengeance, thou art mine ! 
 
 Mie. Wine — wine! [To an attendant.) 
 Fill me a goblet high with sparkling wine ! 
 
 (The attendant Jills a goblet, and presents it to Rienzi.) 
 Fill high, my noble guests. Claudia Rienzi, 
 And Angelo Colonna ! Blessed be they 
 And we in their fair union ! Doubly cursed 
 Whoever in wish or thought would loose that tie, 
 The bond of peace to Rome ! Drink, good my lords ; 
 Fill high the mantling wine, and in the bowl 
 Be all unkindness buried ! 
 
 Urs. Heartily 
 
 We pledge you, noble Tribune. (All rise, except Colonna.) 
 
 Rie. Why, Colonna ! 
 
 Brother ! — (Colonna rises.) He startles at the word. He eyes 
 The cup as it were poisoned. Dost thou think 
 We have drugged the draught ? I'll be thy taster : — drink ! 
 The wine is honest — we are no traitors ! 
 
 Urs. Drink ! I pray thee, drink ! 
 
 Colonna. Health to the gentle bride ! (Drinks.) 
 Health to my children ! 
 
 Rie. This is fatherly ; 
 Noble Colonna, this is princely. Now, 
 If any scorn, Claudia may say Colonna^ 
 Whose word is truth, hailed her his child. (Rises.) 
 We must carouse yet deeper. Hark, Francisco ! 
 Go bid the fountains, from their marble mouths, 
 Four the rich juice of the Sicilian grape, 
 A flood of molten rubies, that our kind 
 And drouthy fellow-citizens may chorus 
 Hail to the gentle bride. I would fain bid 
 Old Tiber flow with wine. Another cup — 
 To thee and thine, Colonna ! Fill the bowl. 
 Higher and higher ! Let the phantom, fear — 
 And doubt, that haunts round princes — and suspicion, 
 That broods a harpy o'er the banquet — flee 
 Down to the uttermost depths. A health 
 To thee and thine, Colonna ! 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 173 
 
 TJrs. Of what doubt 
 Speaks our great Tribune ? 
 
 Rie, A fit tale of mirth, 
 To crown the goblet ! {Enter the masquers ^ at different sides.) 
 Doubt! Spake I of doubt ? 
 Fear ! Said I fear ? So fenced around by friends, 
 Allies and kinsmen, what have I to fear 
 From treason or from traitors ! Say yon band 
 Were rebels, ye would guard me ! Call them murderers, 
 Ye would avenge me. 
 
 Urs. Ay, by death. 
 
 Rie. And thou ? 
 
 Col By death ! 
 
 Rie. Seize the foul traitors. ( To the masquers, who seize 
 the nobles.) Ye have passed 
 Your own just sentence. Yield, my masters, yield ! 
 Your men are overpowered ; your masquers chained : 
 The courts are lined with guards, and at one stroke — 
 One touch upon the bell, the strength of Rome, 
 All that hath life within the walls, will rise 
 To crush ye. Yield your swords. Do ye not shame 
 To wear them ! Yield your swords. {Enter Angelo.) 
 
 Angela. Rienzi — {Then to one of the guards, who seizes 
 Colonna.) Villain ! 
 An thou but touch the lord Colonna — ay, 
 An thou but dare to lay thy ruffian hand 
 Upon his garment — 
 
 Rie. Seize his sword. 
 
 Ang. Again! 
 
 Art frenetic, Rienzi ! 
 
 Rie. Seek of them. 
 
 Ang. Father, in mercy speak ! Give me a cause, ' 
 And though a legion hemmed thee in, thy son 
 Should rescue thee. Speak but one word, dear father, 
 Only one word ! Sure as I live, thou art guiltless ; 
 Sure as the sun tracks his bright path in heaven. 
 Thy course is pure. Yet speak ! 
 
 Rie. He is silent. 
 
 Ang. Speak. 
 
 Rie. Doth not that silence answer thee ? Look on them. 
 Thou knowest them, Angelo — the bold Savelli, 
 The Frangipani, and the Ursini — 
 Ay, and the high Colonna ; well thou knowest 
 15* 
 
174 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Each proud and lofty visage ; mark them now. 
 They should be signed, as Cain of old, for guilt- 
 Detected, baffled, murderous guilt, hath set 
 His bloody hand upon them. Son, thou shudderest ! 
 Their tawny masquers should have slain me, here. 
 Here, at thy bridal ; 
 
 Here, in my festive hour—the mutual cup 
 Sparkling ; the mutual pledge half spoke ; the bread, 
 Which we have broke together, unconsumed 
 Upon the board ; joyful and full of wine ; 
 Sinful and unconfessed — so had I fallen ; 
 And so — the word was death. From their own lips 
 Came their own righteous sentence — death ! 
 
 Ang. Oh, mercy ! 
 Mercy ! Thou livest. 'Twas but the intent — 
 
 Rie. My death 
 Were nothing ; but through me, the traitors struck 
 At peace, at liberty, at Rome — my country — 
 Bright and regenerate, the world's mistress once, 
 And doomed, like the old fabled bird, to rise 
 Strong from her ashes. Did ye think the people 
 Could spare their Tribune ? Did ye deem them weary 
 Of equal justice ; and mild law ; and freedom 
 As liberal as the air ; and mighty fame, 
 A more resplendent sun ? Sirs, I am guarded 
 By the invisible shield of love, which blunts 
 The darts of treachery. I cannot die, 
 Whilst Rome commands me live. For ye, foul traitors, 
 I pardon ye, and I despise ye. Go ! 
 Ye are free. 
 
 Ang, [To Rienzi.) Oh, thanks, my father. 
 
 Col. Said he thanks ? 
 Chains, bring me chains ! Such words from such a tongue, 
 Were slavery worse than death. Chains — chains — 
 
 Rie. Ye are free. 
 
 Col. Is the proud pillar of Colonna fallen, 
 That base plebeian feet bestride its shaft ? 
 Is Ursini's strong bear muzzled and chained, 
 That every cur — 
 
 Sav. Good cousin, pray thee, peace ; 
 The Tribune means us fairly. 
 
 Rie. Still, ye are free. 
 
 Yet mark me, seigniors : tame your rebel bloods ; 
 
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 SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 175 
 
 Be faithful subjects to the good estate ; 
 Demolish your strong towers, which overtop 
 Our beautiful city with barbarian pride, 
 Loosing fell rapine, discord, and revenge, 
 From out their dens accursed. Be quiet subjects, 
 And ye shall find the state a gentle mistress — 
 Else— 
 
 Col. Doth he threaten ! 
 
 Urs. Hush ! this is no time— 
 An hour will come — 
 
 Rie. What, do you mutter, traitors ? 
 Follow me instant to the Lateran. 
 There, at the holy altar, with such rites, 
 As to profane were sin more damnable 
 Than treason ever dared, to offer up 
 Your vowed allegiance to freed Rome — to me, 
 Her servant, minister, deliverer — me. 
 Your master. Ye are free ; but I will chain 
 Your rebel souls with oaths. Follow me, sirs. [Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 2.— The Capitoline Hill. 
 
 (Enter TJrsini and Frangipani.) 
 
 Fra. Nay, Ursini, why pluck me by the sleeve ? 
 Why steal from the procession ? Why re-waken 
 The tyrant's anger ? 
 
 Urs. For revenge ! Ye are stunned. 
 Bewildered, as men rousing from a dream, 
 That know not where they stand. Dost thou not see 
 Our great revenge is sure ? The tyrant walks 
 Blinded by his vain glory ; confident 
 In that straw fetter, an extorted oath ; 
 And we — why are we not resolved ? And be not 
 Our bold retainers waiting armed in proof. 
 Without the gates of Rome ? What if to-night — 
 
 Fra. This very hour. Our tried and hardy band, 
 Led by the chivalry of Rome, could carry 
 The city at a charge ; and Rome herself 
 Will rise against the madman. 
 
 Urs. Here comes one, 
 Whose name were worth a host. Didst thou not mark, 
 How, stung by the sharp scorn Rienzi flung 
 On proud Colonua, the young bridegroom broke 
 
176 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 From his new father's side ! {Enter Angela.) 
 
 Lord Angelo, 
 
 A truant from this pageant ? 
 
 Ang. As thou seest. 
 
 XJrs. Yet thy good father, our great Tribune — 
 
 Ang. Sir, 
 I am a son of the Colonna. (Crosses.) 
 
 TJrs. Ay, . -* 
 
 The heir of that most princely house ; and, sir, 
 Fair, though she be, a friend must frankly wish 
 She owned another sire. 
 
 Ang, No more ! no more ! [Enter Savelli and Cafarello,) 
 How passed the ceremonial, count ? Beseech thee, 
 Tell us of these new rites. 
 
 Sav. The noble train 
 Rolled smoothly on. Rienzi led the band ! 
 Right royally, sceptered, and robed, and backing 
 A milk-white Arab, from whose eyeballs flashed 
 Quick gleams of glittering light. Colonna held 
 The bridle-rein. 
 
 Ang. Stephen Colonna ! 
 
 Sav. Ay — 
 Thy father, sir. We meaner barons walked 
 Behind, bareheaded, and with folded arms, 
 As men doing penance to the holy shrine 
 Of St. John Lateran. Then came a mummery 
 Of oaths to that indefinite she, the State — 
 Republic, sir, is out of date — and then — 
 
 Caf. Ay, tell that impious outrage. 
 
 Sav. Then Rienzi, 
 Stepping before the altar, his bold hand 
 Laid on the consecrated Host, sent forth, 
 In a full pealing voice, that rolled along 
 The fretted roof, like the loud organ swell, 
 A rash and insolent summons to the Pope 
 And Cardinals ; next he cited to appear 
 The imperial rivals, Charles and Lewis ; next 
 The Electors Palatine. Then, whilst the aisles 
 Of the hushed church prolonged his words, he drew 
 His dazzling sword, and, waving the bright blade 
 To the four points of Heaven, cried with a deep 
 Intensity of will, that drove his words 
 Like arrows through the brain, " This too, is mine." 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 177 
 
 Yes, to each part of this fair earth, he cried — 
 <' Thou, too, art mine." 
 
 Ang. Madman ! And ye — 
 
 Sax). We hstened 
 In patience and in silence ; whilst he stood 
 His form dilating, and his haughty glance 
 Instinct with fiery pride. 
 
 Ang. Now, by St. John, 
 Had I been there, ye shonld have heard a voice 
 Answer this frenzied summoner. 
 
 Vrs, Our answer 
 Is yet unspoken. Angelo Colonna, 
 If the old glories of thy princely race, 
 Thy knightly honor, thy fresh budding fame. 
 Outshine the red and white of Claudia's cheek, 
 Then— 
 
 Ang. Wherefore pause ? I know thee, Ursini — 
 Rienzi's mortal foe, and scarce a friend 
 To the Colonna ; yet, in honor's name — 
 Say on — 
 
 Rie. [Without.) Lead home the steed. I'll walk from 
 hence. 
 
 Urs, Meet me at the Colonna Palace. Fail not. 
 {Enter Rienzi, attended by Colonna, and other Lords.) 
 
 Rie. Ah ! he is here. Son ! Ye may leave us, lords. 
 We are content with your good service. {Exeunt all but Rienzi 
 
 and Angelo.) Son, 
 
 Methinks this high solemnity might well 
 Have claimed thy presence. A great ruler's heir, 
 Should be familiar in the people's eyes ; 
 Live on their tongues ; take root within their hearts ; 
 Win woman's smiles by honest courtesy, 
 And force man's tardier praise by bold desert. 
 So when the chief sliall die, the general love 
 May hail his successor. But thou — where wast thou ? 
 If with thy bride — 
 
 Ang. I have not seen her. Tribune — 
 Thou wavest away the word with such a scorn 
 As I poured poison in thine ear. Already 
 Dost weary of the title 1 
 
 Rie. Whereforeshould I ? 
 
 Ang. Thou art ambitious. 
 
178 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Rie. Granted. ^ 
 
 Ang, And wouldst be ^ 
 
 A king. . ^ 
 
 Rie. There thou mistakest. A king ! fair son ! 
 Power dwelleth not in sound, and fame hath garlands 
 Brighter than diadems. I might have been 
 Anointed, sceptered, crowned, have cast a blaze 
 Of glory round the old imperial wreath, 
 The laurel of the Csesars ; but I chose 
 To master kings, not to be one ; to direct 
 The royal puppets as my sovereign will, 
 And Rome — my Rome decree. Tribune ! the Gracchi 
 Were called so. Tribune ! I will make that name 
 A word of fear to kings. 
 
 Ang. Rienzi ! Tribune ! 
 Hast thou forgotten, on this very spot, 
 How thou didst shake the slumbering soul of Rome 
 With the brave sound of freedom, till she rose, 
 And from her giant limbs the shackles dropped, 
 Burst by one mighty throe ? Hadst thou died then, 
 History had crowned thee with a glorious title — 
 Deliverer of thy country. 
 
 Rie. Well ! 
 
 Ang. Alas ! 
 When now thou fallest, as fall thou must, 'twill be 
 The common tale of low ambition. Tyrants 
 O'erthrown to form a wilder tyranny ; 
 Princes cast down, that thy obscurer house 
 May rise on nobler ruins. 
 
 Rie. Hast thou ended ? 
 I fain would have mistaken thee — hast done ? 
 
 Ang. No — for, despite thy smothered wrath, the voice 
 Of warning truth shall reach thee. Thou, to-day, 
 Hast, by thy frantic sacrilege^ drawn on thee 
 The thunders of the church, the mortal feud 
 Of either emperor. Here, at home, the barons 
 Hate, and the people shun thee. Seest thou not, 
 Even in this noon of pride, the waning power 
 Fade, flicker, and wax dim. Thou art as one 
 Perched on some lofty steeple's dizzy height. 
 Dazzled by the sun, inebriate by long draughts 
 Of thinner air ; too giddy to look down 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. ' ITll 
 
 Whore all his safety lies ; too proud to dare 
 The long descent to the low depth from whence 
 The desperate clinnber rose. 
 
 Rie, Ay, there's the sting-— 
 That I, an insect of to-day, outsoar 
 The reverend worm, nobility ! Wouldst shame me 
 With my poor parentage ! Sir, I'm the son 
 Of him who kept a sordid hostelry 
 In the Jew's quarter ; my good mother cleansed 
 Linen for honest hire. Canst thou say worse? 
 
 Ang, Can worse be said ? 
 
 Rie, Add, that my boasted school-craft 
 Was gained from such base toil, gained with such pain 
 That the nice nurture of the mind was oft 
 Stolen at the body's cost. I have gone dinnerless 
 And supperless, the scoff of our poor street, 
 For tattered vestments and lean hungry looks, 
 To pay the pedagogue. Add what thou wilt 
 Of injury. Say that, grown into man, 
 I've known the pittance of the hospital. 
 And, more degrading still, the patronage 
 Of the Colonna. Of the tallest trees 
 The roots delve deepest. Yes, I've trod thy halls, 
 Scorned and derided ! 'midst their ribald crew, * 
 A licensed jester, save the cap and bells ; 
 I have borne this — and I have borne the death, 
 The unavenged death, of a dear brother. 
 I seemed I was a base, ignoble slave. 
 What am I ? Peace, I say ! what am I now ? 
 Head of this great republic, chief of Rome ; 
 In all but name, her sovereign; last of all, 
 Thy father. 
 
 Ang. In an evil hour — 
 
 Kie. Barest thoa 
 Say that ? An evil hour for thee, my Claudia ! 
 Thou shouldst have been an emperor's bride, my fairest. 
 In evil hour thy woman's heart was caught, 
 " By the form moulded as an antique god :" 
 The gallant bearing, the feigned tale of love — 
 All false, all outward, simulated all. 
 
 Ang, But that I loved her, but that I do love her 
 With a deep tenderness, softer and fonder 
 
B.HETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Than thy ambitioned- hardened heart e'er dreamed of, 
 My sword should answer thee. 
 
 Rie, Go to, lord Angelo ; 
 Thou lovest her not. Men taunt not, nor defy 
 The dear one's kindred. A bright atmosphere 
 Of sunlight and of beauty breathes around 
 The bosom's idol. 1 have loved — she loves thee ; 
 And therefore, thy proud father — even the shrew, 
 Thy railing mother, in her eyes, are sacred. 
 Lay not thy hand upon thy sword, fair son — 
 Keep that brave for thy comrades. I'll not fight thee, 
 Go and give thanks to yonder simple bride, 
 That her plebeian father mews not up, 
 Safe in the citadel, her noble husband. 
 Thou art dangerous, Colonna. But, for her, 
 Beware ! 
 
 Ang. Come back, Rienzi ! 
 ^ irsbe trefiance m tjg teetl). 
 
 Rie. Once more. 
 Beware ! 
 
 Ang. Take up the glove ! 
 
 Rie. This time for her — ■ 
 For her dear sake — come, to thy bride ! home ! 
 
 Ang. Dost fear me, Tribune of the people ? 
 
 Rie. Fear ! 
 Do I fear thee ! Tempt me no more. This once, 
 Home to thy bride ! (Exit.) 
 
 Ang. Now, Ursini, I come — 
 Fit partner of thy vengeance ! [Exit.) 
 
 (Throws down his 
 
 (Going.) 
 love. ) 
 
 [Takes up the glove.) 
 home ! 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 181 
 
 XXXIV.-MAURICE, THE WOODCVTTER.SoTmrseL 
 
 PRINCE LEOPOLD — BARON LEIBHEIM — COUNT HARTENSTEIN — ' 
 
 ^ MAURICE HANS, HIS FRIEND DOMINIE STARRKOPH — GLAN- 
 
 DOFF, FRIEND OF THE COUNT CAPTAIN MANHOOF ^RIEGEL, 
 
 PRISON-KEEPER — BOLTZEN, HIS TURNKEY FRITZ, SON OF MAU- 
 RICE MARIE, WIFE OF MAURICE — LOTTA, HER DAUGHTER 
 
 OFFICERS PEASANTS. 
 
 Scene l.~A pleasant Viilage. — A post from which a bell is sus- 
 pended. 
 
 (Enter groups of peasantry, in holiday suiis, preceded hy music. 
 Enter Dominie Starrkoph, with a large paper.) 
 
 Dominie. Ah — good morrow to ye, my merry men, all ! 
 (Enter Hans.) 
 
 Hans. The same to you, Dominie. 
 
 Dom. Now for it — open wide your ears, and listen unto me. 
 
 Hans. Why, what have you got there, Dominie ? 
 
 Dom.' A petition to our most gracious sovereign, Prince 
 Leopold ; written and composed by no less a personage than 
 Dominie Sebastian Starrkoph, schoolmaster, bachelor of arts, 
 and doctor of law. 
 
 Omnes. A petition ! 
 
 Dom. Aye, a petition against the cruelty of our governor, 
 Count Hartenstein. 
 
 Hans. Hush ! take care what you say. Dominie. 
 
 Dom. Marry, for what, friend Hans ? It is not my place to 
 fear, but, rather, to make others fear : my schoolboys, for in- 
 stance. You know me, master Hans ; recollect — I've often 
 given you a sound flogging before now. 
 
 Hans. 1 know that well enough, and I'm very much obli- 
 ged to you for it ; but, Count Hartenstein, our governor, is no 
 schoolboy of yours ; recollect that, master Dominie. 
 
 Dom. Meddle thou not with me, friend Hans ; my deeds 
 will bear the light, and I am at all times ready to answer for 
 them. But come — now for the petition ; which, if you approve 
 of, I trust you will have no objection to sign ; that is, as many 
 of ye as can write. 
 
 Hans. None in the world. I'll make my mark. 
 
 Omnes. And so will I — and I — 
 
 Dom. Bravo ! ^ And now bring me a chair, or a table, or 
 16 
 
182 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 any thing elevated — in order that I, being an eminent man, may 
 have an exalted situation. {The j^eas ants bring a large barrel, 
 on which the JDominie mounts, to read his petition. Reading.) 
 " May it please your most illustrious royal highness — the hum- 
 ble petition of the inhabitants of Greenwald, showeth : firstly, 
 that your petitioners are rapidly sinking from the level of ra- 
 tional beings, to a condition far beneath the brute creation." 
 
 Omnes. Bravo, Dominie ! 
 
 Dom. " Secondly, the cause of such degradation, is solely 
 the cruel' tyranny of their governor, Count Hartenstein ; who, 
 abusing the authority reposed in him, tramples on your high- 
 ness's loyal subjects, and treats them no better than so many 
 oxen, calves, sheep, or asses !" 
 
 Omnes, Very true — -very true. Dominie ! 
 
 Dom. " Thirdly, the state of matters has arrived at such a 
 pitch, that poor rogues are hanged in dozens, in order that the 
 rich ones may go free, and live in ease and security." 
 
 Omnes. Most true. 
 
 Dom. " Fourthly, your highness's loyal and affectionate 
 subjects have more taxes to pay, than bread to eat." 
 
 Omnes. So we have— 'tis very true. 
 
 Dom. " Ffthly, if the said Count Hartenstein be not instantly 
 removed from power, your highness's loyal subjects must infal- 
 libly all die of a consumption — and, like a leaky vessel on the 
 stormy ocean, sink to the bottom." [At these words the head of 
 the barrel gives way, and the Dominie falls in. The peasantry 
 help him out again. In the midst of the confusion, enter sud- 
 denly Count Hartenstein, with guards and attendants, several of 
 whom carry whips.) 
 
 Count. What vulgar revelry is this ? Go, idle knaves, and 
 get ye hence, to work. 
 
 Dom. To work ! — aye, forsooth, that we may have more 
 money for thee, v/hen thou art pleased to send thy taxgatherers 
 to demand it. 
 
 Count. Why, thou audacious rebel ! this language to me ! 
 Dost thou not tremble, when I lift my arm ? 
 
 Dom. No. Strike a poor defenseless old man, if thou hast 
 courage enough to do so — 'twill but be adding another to the 
 many glorious actions thou already hast to boast of. 
 
 Count. Reptile ! thou art beneath my notice. 
 
 Dom. A reptile, am I ? Treat me as such ; tread upon 
 me, if you dare — and, old as I am, I'll turn and bite thee. 
 
 Count* Gag the vile slave ! {Sees the petition on ground.) 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 183 
 
 What do I see ? a paper too ! — some vile conspiracy, no doabt. 
 .(Takes it up.) These plotting knaves are ever brooding mis- 
 chief. [Reads.) Audacious rebels ! what is this ? 
 
 Bom. What so seldom reaches j'our ears, and never escapes 
 your lips — the truth. 
 
 Count. Insolent slave ! — but I'll punish thee ! Guards, seize 
 on the hoary villain, a.nd bind him to yonder post. One hun- 
 dred lashes be his chastisement. Strip him, and spare him not. 
 
 Omnes. Shame ! — shame ! 
 
 Count. Peace, murmuring curs ! or ye shall share his fate. 
 (To his guards.) Obey my orders. 
 
 Hans. [Stepping fonoard.) An't please your excellency ; 
 seeing as how the Dominie is an old man, and I'm young and 
 strong ; and as it would grieve my heart to see one who has 
 acted like a father to me, suffer such a dreadful punishment — I 
 humbly beg leave to bear the one hundred lashes upon my own 
 brawny shoulders, in place of the poor old Domiaie. [Strips off 
 his coat.) 
 
 Count. Fool, for thy pains — no ! the old rebel shall himself 
 receive the punishment awarded. Strip him, and bind him fast. 
 ( The guards are about to obey, lohen the Dominie saves them the 
 trouble., by very deliberately pulling off his coat himself.) He 
 mocks me, and my power. ( To the Dominie.) If I mistake not, 
 thou art a schoolmaster 1 
 
 Dom. I am ; and would give the world to have thee for a 
 scholar. 
 
 Count. Why so ? 
 
 Dom. That I might try, if by a little wholesome correction, 
 I could make thee good for something. * 
 
 Count. Insulting wretch ! — dost thou not condescend to beg 
 for mercy ? 
 
 Dom. What ! of a man whose heart is made of marble ? 
 Thou knowest as much of mercy as of justice. 
 
 Count. Such vile audacity is past endurance ; and yet, to 
 make thy punishment the more degrading, I'll have thee flogged 
 by thy own schoolboys. [To an officer.) Go, fetch the urchins 
 hither. Bind him fast, I say. [The Dominie is bound to the 
 bell post. Officer comes from cottage with the schoolboys., little 
 Fritz at their head.) 
 
 Fritz. Mercy on us ! only look ! — the Dominie stripped and 
 bound to the bell post \ What can this mean ? 
 
 Count. [To the child.) He has been a naughty boy, and 
 must be flogged. He has often whipped you all — has he not ? 
 
184 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Fritz. Oh, yes, my lord, very often — but never unless we 
 deserved it. 
 
 Count. You may now be revenged on him, for all the pain 
 he has made you suffer. (To his flag ellators.) Give them your 
 whips. (They obey.) There ! [To the boys.) I give you 
 permission to do with the old Dominie just what you please. 
 
 Fritz. But what has he done, my lord ? 
 
 Count. Insulted me — called me a tyrant. 
 
 Fritz. And is it then a crime to speak the truth ? 
 
 Count. Confusion ! Boy, 1 pardon thee that word, because 
 I know that rebel was thy tutor. So, now to execution. Spare 
 him not. 
 
 Fritz. Well, if we must, we must, (He, and the other boys, 
 flourish their whips.) You give us permission, my lord, to do 
 with the Dominie just what we please ? 
 
 Count. (Exulting.) I do — I do. 
 
 Fritz. Enough. (To the villagers.) You are all witnesses. 
 Then it is our pleasure to release the worthy instructor of our 
 youth, from the power of a tyrant. (The boys release the 
 Dominie, kissing and embracing him — then run to the count, and 
 begin pulling him towards the bell post.) 
 
 Count. Confusion seize the brats ! What would you with me 1 
 
 Fritz. Put you in the Dominie's place, and iiog you as long 
 as we could stand over you. 
 
 Dom. Bravo ! my little darlings : you shall have half-a-ho- 
 liday, for that answer. 
 
 Omnes. Ha ! ha ! ha ! 
 
 Count. (To his guards.) Disperse these slaves, and cut 
 them down like dogs ! 
 
 (The guards are attacking the peasantry, lohen suddenly, 
 enter Baron Leibheim.) 
 
 Baron. Hold ! — in the prince's name, no violence. What 
 means these hostile preparations ? 
 
 Count. They are to punish rebels. 
 
 Dom. Rebels to thee — but loyal subjects to their lawful 
 prince. (To the Baron.) We met here, my lord, to give vent 
 to our hearts, in innocent mirth, and honest rejoicings, for that 
 our dearly beloved prince returns to us this day, after so long 
 an absence. This, it seems, and the very great crime of telling 
 him the truth, provoked our worthy governor to such a degree, 
 that he proceeded to the brutal outrage you so happily prevented. 
 (Handing the petition to the baron.) This paper will explain to 
 your lordship, the honest grounds we have to murmur. 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 187 
 
 Rie. {To Boltzen.) Boltzen, see who's there ! 
 (Enter Baron LeibJieim, and Prince LeopoId,'^ the latter still in 
 disguise.) 
 
 Count. {Aside.) Thai meddler here again. Welcome, my 
 lord ; you come, no doubt, to see our prison discipline ? 
 
 Baron, Such, sir, is our object. Permit me to present to 
 you, my worthy friend, a traveler of distinction. 
 
 Count. An introduction which I highly prize. Now, master 
 Riegel, bring your prisoner forth : I would admonish him, ere 
 he depart. 
 
 Rie. Conduct Maurice, the woodcutter, hither. 
 {Boltzen brings him in.) 
 
 Count. Maurice, the time of your imprisonment expires this 
 day ; and if you love your freedom, and your family, you'll not 
 transgress the laws a second time. Before you are discharged, 
 however, I insist that you express due sorrow for your crime ; 
 and beg pardon of that gentleman, {pointing to Glandoffj) whom 
 you have dishonored by a blow ! If you refuse, you remain 
 here a prisoner. 
 
 Mau. Never ! though I should perish in my dungeon, will I 
 pretend sorrow, where I cannot possibly feel any ; nor ask par- 
 don of one, who is any thing but a gentleman ; and, therefore, 
 cannot be disgraced by the fist of an honest man. 
 
 Count. Insolent slave ! 
 
 Baron. { To Maurice. ) Methinks, more modesty of speech, 
 my friend, would aid your cause far better than such language. 
 
 Mau. Sir, you are a stranger here, and know not what it is 
 to smart beneath the bondage of a tyrant. 
 
 Count. Audacious rebel ! These stubborn peasantry — 
 
 Mau. Yes, they are stubborn as their native oaks ; break 
 them, you may, by force, and cut them down, but bend they 
 will not, at a tyrant's nod. 
 
 Baron. Why not comply with such a just demand ? 'Tis for 
 some crime, of course, that you are here ? Acknowledge it — 
 say you are sorry — and depart in peace. 
 
 Mau. Sorry, my lord ! for what ? for having killed a hare, 
 that crossed my path, while, as high heaven above us knows 
 full well, my wife and helpless babes at home, were starving ! 
 and that, too, at the very time when his excellency, the govern- 
 or, and that worthy gentleman yonder, {pointing to Glandojf^) 
 with half a hundred more, were out upon a hunting party, riding 
 through corn-fields, trampling down meadows, scaring the peace- 
 ful flocks, and slaughtering whatever wild animals came in their 
 
188 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 way, with a merciless hand ; and for what ? — to satisfy the 
 cravings of nature ? — to stop the cries of their hungry children ? 
 No. For mere pastime — for sport. Me, they drag from my 
 poor family to prison, while they rove at large, committing the 
 very crime for which I suffer, if it be one, with impunity. This 
 may be law, perhaps ; but is it justice ? is it humanity? And 
 would you have me confess sorrow for doing my duty ? for pro- 
 curing food for my famishing children, wherever I could find it ? 
 Never ! Do with me what you will, I'll not accept of liberty, 
 dearly as I prize it, on your conditions. 
 
 Count, Obstinate boor ! {Knocking loithouU JRiegel nods 
 to Bolizen, to see who knocks ; he does so. ) 
 
 Bolt. The wife and children of the prisoner, request to see 
 him. 
 
 Mau. (In an extasy of joy.) My dear Marie ! my brave 
 boy, Fritz ! and her mother's image, my dear little Lotta, too ! 
 Where are they? let me fly into their arms ! (Crossing, is 
 stopped hy Riegel.) 
 
 Rie. Stop, stop ! you forget wher® you are, prisoner. 
 
 Mau. (Suddenly depressed.) I did indeed forget myself, 
 for joy. 
 
 Count. We want no squalling brats and women here. 
 (The prince here silently directs the baron to interfere.) 
 
 Baron. Nay, this is cruelty ; and I entreat, as a great favor, 
 that this poor man's family be instantly admitted. 
 
 Count. Sir, I am governor, and know my duty.' 
 
 Baron. And I, sir, have the honor to be called your prince's 
 friend : in his name, I request, and if that's not sufficient, I com- 
 mand you to let the prisoner see his wife and children. 
 
 Count, You command me, sir? 
 
 Baron. I do. You see I have full powers from the prince. 
 (Pointing to his credentials.) 
 
 Count. ( With dijiculty suppressing his rage.) Admit the 
 woman and her brats. (Riegel lets them in.) 
 
 (Enter Marie, little Fritz, and Lotta.) 
 
 Mau, (Embracing them.) Ah, my dear Marie ! my Fritz ! 
 my Lotta, too ! 
 
 Marie. My Maurice ! 
 
 Fn/2;. > p^^^ ^^^^^^ , ^]\/[y^^^^2 embrace.) 
 
 Count. Your husband is at liberty, good woman. 
 
 Marie. Heaven bless your excellency ! 
 
 Mau, Amen ! for no man living needs it more. 
 
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 Baron. (Returning the petition to the Dominie. ) Such scenes 
 as these are painful to behold ; nor do I see how they so soon 
 can end, for, be it known to you, the prince has been detained ; 
 and when he may arrive, is not so certain. Go, therefore, home 
 in peace and quietness, and rest assured that justice shall be done 
 you. 
 
 Omnes. Hurrah ! hurrah ! (Exeunt Starrkoph, Fritz, Hans, 
 and peasantry .) 
 
 Count, Your interference here, my lord, was quite uncalled 
 for. 
 
 Baron. 'Tis for the prince I act ; and if you doubt my word, 
 here, sir, are my credentials. {Gives a paper, with seal, ^c.) 
 
 Count. ( Hastily reading it— aside.) Curse on the intruder ! 
 {Returns paper.) Such documents, my lord, demand implicit 
 reverence. You are most welcome ; and my castle, should 
 you long tarry here, I do entreat, you will in all things use, as 
 'twere your own. 
 
 Baron. Your grace's hospitality is too well known to create 
 wonder — and gladly I accept your friendly invitation. 
 
 Count. Right proud am 1, of such a noble guest ; and take 
 my leave to make due preparation. {Exit, hypocritically smU 
 lingy with guards.) 
 
 Baron. Thus far, all's right. The prince will, in disguise, 
 see if his people's loud complaints are just. I fear they are ; 
 for such a specimen of government as I but now beheld, is the 
 sure way to ruin prince and people. But see, my royal master 
 comes this way, 
 
 {Enter Prince Leopold, muffled in a long cloak.) 
 
 Prince. How now, my trusty Leibheim, have you reported 
 what I ordered you ? 
 
 Baron. 1 have, your highness ; and thereby proved the sud- 
 den death of joy, which, like a gay and jocund bridegroom, 
 smiled in every countenance, in hopes of your return. 
 
 Prince. And are the rumors of the discontent our people 
 feel, founded in truth, or not ? 
 
 Baron. I fear, in truth. From what I saw, at least, they've 
 cause to murmur. Your highness knows the count ? he is a 
 man, haughty and resolute. Moreover, your highness's absence 
 for so many years, has given him power to commit more griev- 
 ous acts than he, mayhap, can answer for. 
 
 Prince, If so, I'll see justice done my people ! — for he's un- 
 worthy of the name of prince, who lives biat for himself. 
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186 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 A sovereign should deem himself a man, by heaven sent 
 To punish guilt, and right the innocent. {Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 2. — Landscape. 
 
 {Enter Marie, Little Fritz, and his sister Lotta.) 
 
 Marie, {To Fritz.) The governor is certainly very cruel ; 
 but poor people, you know, my boy, have no right to speak the 
 truth at all times ; and I am greatly afraid we shall suifer se- 
 verely. 
 
 Fritz. Never fear, mother ; for just as the count ordered his 
 soldiers to kill us all, a noble-hearted gentleman rushed between, 
 exclaiming, '« Hold ! in the prince's name !" which plainly prov- 
 ed him to be a person of some consequence. 
 
 Marie, A providential interference, or, who knows but I 
 might have lost thee, my dear boy ? 
 
 Fritz. Lost me, indeed ! Bless you, mother, I'm not afraid ; 
 for if the soldiers had struck me, depend upon it, I should have 
 made a stout resistance, and defended myself like a man. 
 
 Lotta, A man ! — you're a fine fellow to fight with soldiers, 
 upon my word. Ha ! ha ! ha ! 
 
 Fritz, None of your impudence, little Miss Hop-o'-my- 
 thumb ! I'm bigger than you, at any rate. 
 
 Marie. Avoid such scenes in future, my dear boy ; for, 
 should any accident befall thee, it would break thy mother's 
 heart. But come, my children, let us to the prison ; your poor 
 father's term of captivity expires this day. Come, let us haste, 
 and welcome him once more to the sweet blessings of liberty. 
 
 {Exeunt,) 
 
 Scene 3.— Interior of the prison. 
 
 {Enter Count Hartenstein and Glandoff, conducted ly Riegel, 
 the prison-keeper, and Boltzen, his turnkey.) 
 
 Riegel, {Bowing.) This way, most excellent sir, this way. 
 
 Count, That stubborn poacher, Maurice, the woodcutter, is, 
 if I mistake not, to be released to-day ? 
 
 Rie, Your excellency has a most astonishing memory; 
 Maurice, the woodcutter's time, does indeed expire exactly at 
 twelve o'clock, this very day. 
 
 Count, Six months for such a crime, was far too lenient ; 
 we must begin to act with more severity, or this vile rabble will 
 tread on us at last. {Knocking without.) 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 189 
 
 Count. Upon condition that he ask pardon, and express 
 sorrow for his crime. 
 
 31au. Never ! 
 
 Marie. What — not to save your Marie, and your poor chil- 
 dren, from misery and despair ? 
 
 Mau. And would you have me tell a willful lie in the sweet 
 face of Heaven ? 
 
 Marie, Dear Maurice, for our sakes, kneel down, and beg 
 his excellency's pardon. 
 
 Loita. Do, father, for your little Lotta's sake. 
 
 Mau.. [Softening.) Well, well — I — will — ask pardon ; yes, 
 for your sakes, I will. 
 
 Fritz, Show yourself a man, father, and don't do any such 
 thing ! 
 
 Mau. {Emlradng the loy^ in transport.) No, I won't, my 
 boy! (To Riegel.) Lead me back to my dungeon again; 
 for if I tell a lie to please any man, I shall not carry out of the 
 prison the treasu-re I brought into it — a pure, unsullied con- 
 science ! 
 
 Count. (Stamping violently.) Into the deepest dungeon 
 with the slave ! — there, on one scanty meal a day of bread and 
 water, we'll soon subdue his haughty spirit, 
 
 Mau. Never! — for with my dying breath I'll curse all 
 tyrants ! 
 
 Count. Away with him ! 
 
 Marie, ? nj • i 
 
 Lotta. \ ^^'"'^' '^'''"'^- 
 
 Fritz. (Aside.) I've a good mind to cry — but I won't ; 
 no — nor beg neither. 
 
 (The prince here again instructs the haron to interfere.) 
 
 Baron. I am again compelled to interfere. (To Maurice,) 
 In the prince's name, I give you instant liberty. Go, then, 
 and bless the family you love so dearly. 
 
 Count. (Aside.) My rage will suffocate me ! yet will I 
 have revenge ! 
 
 Mau, (To haron.) Whoever you are, ray lord, may a 
 poor man's blessing ever attend you. (Kneels, and kisses bar- 
 on's hand ; rising. ) Come, my loves ! ( To Coant and Glan- 
 doff.) And as for you, gentlemen sportsmen, when you next 
 sit down to a venison dinner, I hope you'll just reflect for a 
 moment on the situation of the poor husband and father, who 
 has not a morsel of food for his starving wife and children ; 
 
190 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 that will teach you a little more humanity ! Come, Marie ! 
 come, children, come ! 
 
 Count. (Aside to Glandoff.) Follow me to the palace, — 
 there to concert measures of revenge ! [Exeunt all hut the 
 baron and prince.) 
 
 Baron, What think you now, my prince ? 
 
 Prince, I've heard and seen, what I had ne'er believed but 
 for the evidence of mine own senses. — And my heart bleeds to 
 see the poor thus trampled on. But patience yet, to see how 
 far he will proceed, and then to crush the tyrant ! [Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 4. — Interior of Maurice's Cottage. 
 
 [Enter Maurice, Marie, Little Fritz, and Lotta.) 
 
 Mau. What tongue can tell the feelings of a parent, who, 
 after long imprisonment, once more returns to his humble 
 dwelling, and clasps the dear objects of his affections to his 
 loving heart, — as I do now ! [Embrace.) Let the storms of 
 fate rage without — let cruel tyrants fume, and courtiers fawn — 
 this is my Heaven — this my Paradise ! [Kneels, returning 
 thanks to Providence.) 
 
 [Enter prince and baron, unperceived, listening in the back- 
 ground.) 
 
 Marie. This is happiness indeed ! But, my dear Maurice, I 
 know the impetuosity of your temper, therefore, be careful, if 
 you meet the governor, or any of his officers, just touch your 
 hat, and seem, at least, respectful. — Do let me entreat of you 
 — for our sakes ! 
 
 Mau. What — flatter villainy ! never ! Yet, for your sakes, 
 I will avoid the tyrant, — but that's all I can do ; so don't re- 
 quire any more of me. And now, my dear Marie, I go to labor 
 for those I love so dearly, that we may have something for 
 these poor children's dinner. Farmer Hertzfeld, you know, 
 promised me work again, as soon as I got my hberty. 
 
 Marie. He did, Maurice ; but the governor has forbidden 
 him to assist one whom he calls a daring poacher. 
 
 Prince. [Aside.) The cruel tyrant ! 
 ' Marie. And what we are to do, heaven only knows ! for 
 we have not the means of procuring a morsel of bread for 
 these poor infants. ( Weeps.) 
 
 Mau. And this, too, is the governor's work ! May light- 
 nings blast — may mildews blast the — 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 191 
 
 Baron, (Rusliing between.) Hold, rash and thoughtless 
 man ! nor utter words offensive to high Heaven. 
 
 Marie. {Aside.) The gentlenaen here again ! 
 
 Friiz. {Asiddf to his mother.) The very sanne who this 
 morning saved us from the fury of the soldiers. 
 
 Mau. {Boicing to baron.) Your pardon, sir ; for when 
 the blood is fired — 
 
 Baron. Men are apt to act without reflection. — I know it 
 well, and must confess you've cause : yet, recollect, that suffer- 
 ing is the furnace where virtue is refined and cleansed from 
 dross. Your poverty is grievous ! — Are you willing to gain, by 
 honest labor, a subsistence ? 
 
 Mau. Willing, my lord ! ay, faith, — as willing as 1 always 
 was. 
 
 Baron. Say you so, — then I will be your friend. To-mor- 
 row I'll procure you work in plenty. 
 
 Mau. My lord, words cannot speak my gratitude. — Heaven 
 will reward you. 
 
 Prince. (Aside.) The wretch who can oppress such hearts 
 as these, must be a demon in the shape of man. But he shall 
 tremble yet. 
 
 Baron. {Aside to prince.) They seem deserving, — and 
 yet knavery so often wears the garb of honesty, that I will put 
 them to the proof at once. — We are about to pass your gloomy 
 forest, where, as we have been informed, the traveler is fre- 
 quently plundered by banditti. 
 
 Mau. You have been told the truth, sir, — it is so. 
 
 Baron. To-morrow we return, — and will, till then, intrust 
 this casket to your care, containing jewels worth several thou- 
 sand dollars — (Opens it,) — as you may see ! 
 
 Mau. I'd rather not, my lord. 
 
 Baron. Nay, we are not mistrustful. — Your honesty, we 
 are assured, is proof against temptation. 
 
 Mau. It ever was, — and, with kind heaven's aid, I trust it 
 ever will be. Muric, my dear, — {Taking the casket and giving 
 it to his wife,) — deposit the gentleman's casket in our strong 
 box. (Marie takes the casket and puts it away. — Exeunt prince 
 and baron.) 
 
 Fritz. That's a kind-hearted gentleman. But I wish he 
 had brought us something for dinner with him in his pocket, 
 for I'm so hungry. 
 
 Loita. And so am I, brother. 
 
 Mau. Hungry are ye, my precious babes ? and I have not 
 
192 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. i 
 
 a morsel of food to offer you. Give me my gun, Marie, I'll go 
 shoot another hare, or any thing I can find. 
 
 Marie. Not for the wealth of the Indies ! — Besides, your 
 gun has been taken away by order of the governor. 
 
 Man. The governor again ! that name is like rank poison 
 to my soul ! Yet what is to be done ? — Speak, Marie, or I 
 shall run distracted ! 
 
 Marie. Have patience, my dear Maurice ; the worthy gen- 
 tleman, you know, promised you plenty of work to-morrow. 
 
 Mau. But to-night ! to-night ! — are these dear infants to 
 go supperless to bed ? Fritz, my boy, and my little Lotta, tell 
 me, what time did you get your breakfast to-day ? 
 
 Fritz. We've had no breakfast, father. 
 
 Mau. No breakfast— no dinner — no supper ! — Oh, wretch, 
 ed father ! — is it then come to this ? What mortal man could 
 bear such misery ? Marie, open the box ! — give me that casket ! 
 I must, I will have bread for these poor suffering innocents ! 
 
 Marie. Maurice ! for mercy's sake, forbear ! 
 
 Mau. Give me the casket ! I say, — nor earth, nor hell have 
 power to prevent me. 
 
 Marie. Yet Heaven hath, I hope ! — there let our hope re- 
 pose. {Maurice feels his error^ and kneels with Marie and the 
 children, supplicating forgiveness. ) 
 
 Mau. Wife ! Marie ! thou art my guardian angel ! Give 
 me the hatchet ; I'll to the forest and cut a little wood to make a 
 fire ; for cold makes hunger doubly keen. Come, Fritz, my 
 boy ! To suffer, rather than betray our trust, is noble ; and 
 though grim death, in every horrid shape, should stare us in the 
 face, we'll not endanger our immortal souls by forfeiting that 
 jewel, honesty ! 
 
 Scene 5. — A Chamber in the Palace. 
 
 [Enter the count, followed hy Glandoff.) 
 
 Count. 1 tell thee, Glandoff, I will have revenge. 
 
 Glan. You are right, my lord, — or this insulting upstart 
 will rob you of your royal master's favor. 
 
 Count. I greatly fear he has done so already. 'Sdeath ! 
 but to think, that after all my toil, — the years that I have spent 
 in public business, — I should be spurned for a new favorite ! 
 No — he shall perish, ere it come to that ! 
 
 Glan. But how, my lord ? 
 
 Count. Ay, that's the question, Glandoff! Yet — I have it ! 
 
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 I will invite him to a hunting party ; and, once in the deep 
 mazes of the forest, 'twill be an easy task to — 
 
 Glan. Murder him, my lord. 
 
 Count. Right, right, my trusty GlandofF, But, hush ! for 
 see, my hated rival comes this way ! 
 
 [Enter Baron Leibheim.) 
 
 Count, I trust, my lord, no difference of opinion, or party 
 feeling, will, for a moment, make you uncomfortable here ; or 
 me forget the sacred rights of hospitality. 
 
 Baron. I say, amen, to such a pious wish, with all my heart. 
 
 Count. To show how I esteem the nobleman, who is my 
 prince's friend, I have arranged a hunting party, which I en- 
 treat of you to honor with your presence. 
 
 Baron. JMost willingly. I love a merry chase, above all 
 things. On one condition — that the game we kill be given to 
 the poor. 
 
 Count. Agreed, my lord, Yet that's a strange condition ! 
 
 Baron. By no means. Pardon this contradiction : Maurice, 
 the woodcutter, you recollect, gave us a lecture, in the jail to- 
 day — which justice must allow to be the truth. 
 
 Count. You seem, my lord, to be the advocate of these rude 
 peasantry, who, if encouraged, would soon act the lord, and set 
 all laws and order at defiance. 
 
 Baron. Far be it from me, sir ; yet you'll allow, that justice 
 should, both to the rich and poor, be dealt with strict impartiali- 
 ty. {Horns heard witJiout.) 
 
 Glan. (Looking off.) Your excellency's hunters wait without. 
 
 Count. {Crossing.) My lord, with your permission — 
 
 Baron. I am ready. {Exeunt.) 
 
 {Enter Prince Leopold.) 
 
 Prince. My friend, the baron, gone into the forest upon a 
 hunting party ! What if he prove himself the game, and fall 
 into the snares of Hartenstein ! I'll follow at a distance. The 
 count seems friendly, yet I have my doubts, 
 And do suspect the motives of this chase : — 
 False heart doth often wear the fairest face ! (Exit.) 
 
 Scene 6.— The Forest. 
 
 {Maurice discovered cutting wood, and Fritz gathering chestnuts.) 
 Mau. {Lays down his hatchet, and ties up his bundle of 
 wood.) Come, my boy, let us be going. We have got wood 
 enough now, to make a comfortable fire. 
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194 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES 
 
 Fritz, Yes, and I've gathered such lots of chestnuts, which 
 we can roast for supper. That's better than having no supper 
 at all, isn't it, father 1 
 
 Mau. Certainly, my boy. {Horns heard in the distance.) 
 Ah ! another grand hunting party in the forest. Some more of 
 your noble-privileged poachers, no doubt, killing game, and 
 murdering time, for their amusement. Ah ! they httle know 
 what it is to see a beloved wife and children go supperless to 
 bed. ( Takes up bundle of wood. ) Come, Fritz — come, my 
 brave boy ! {Exeunt. Fritz immediately returns.) 
 
 Fritz. 'Twas very stupid of us, though, to leave our hatchet 
 behind : but there it lies, quite safe. {Looking off.) Ah ! 
 here comes the governor, as I live ! and that other good-for- 
 nothing fellow, Glandoff. He owes me a spite, for telling him 
 the truth this morning ; so I'll e'en hide till they are gone by. 
 (Conceals himself.) 
 
 (Enter the Count and Glandoff^ the latter with disguises.) 
 
 Count. Now Glandoff, not a moment must be lost ! Where 
 have you the disguises ? 
 
 Glan. Here, my lord. {Froducing masks and cloaks.) 
 
 (The Count and Glandoff disguise themselves as handiiti.) 
 
 Count. This dress defies detection. Ah ! my rival httle 
 dreams his fate. But nov/ to ambush ! [Exeunt.) 
 
 Fritz. (Coming forward.) Oh, you couple of good-for-no- 
 thing scoundrels ! flogging, indeed ! why, hanging would be a 
 precious deal too good for you. 
 
 (Enter Baron Leihheim.) 
 
 Baron. Upon my word, they've served me prettily ! As if 
 by magic, they all disappear, and leave me in the mazes of the 
 forest. 
 
 Fritz. Fly ! my lord, fly ! your life is in danger ! I see them 
 coming! (Conceals himsef.) 
 
 (Count and Glandoff rush in.) 
 
 Count. (In an assumed voice.) This to thy heart ! (Offers 
 to stab the Baron, who parries the thrust. The Baron and 
 Count contend. Glandoff is about to cut down the Baron, when 
 a stranger enters, and attacks the Count.) 
 
 Stranger. What, two to one ! Then, I'll have a try, and 
 see if I can't astonish you, and make myself as. disagreeable as 
 the blacking-brush was, to the white silk stocking. 
 
 (Glandoff beats the Baron off, on one side ; the Count beats off 
 the stranger, on the other, who does not return. The Baron re- 
 enters, attacks the Count, and disarms him ; he kneels, in token of 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 195 
 
 surrender. Glandoff at this moment re-enters^ and attacks the 
 Baron ; the Count seizes Maurice's hatchet, which is lying near, 
 and striking the Baron a violent blow with it, from behind, levels 
 him to the earth. A struggle then ensues ; the Baron pulls the 
 Count to the ground with him, and in his agony^ tears the mask 
 from his face, and a picture of the prince from his breast. He 
 exclaims, '-Villain ! traitor !" and sinks apparently dead. The 
 Count and Glandoff rush off, on hearing the sound of horns 
 without. ) 
 
 Fritz. (Coming from his concealment, and bending over the 
 body of the baron.) Oh, the villains ! to murder so good, so 
 kind a gentleman ! Oh, dear ! I could cry my eyes out. How 
 he bleeds ! This fine picture though, I shall take care of ; it 
 may prove of some service hereafter. (Looking round.) Oh, 
 here come the villains again ! I must to my hiding-place. 
 (Puts the picture into his bosom, and goes off. Sound of horns. 
 Enter Count and Glandoff, in their proper dresses, with attend- 
 ants.) 
 
 Count. Whence this alarm ? 
 
 Glan. Oh, what a horrid sight ! Behold ! the worthy Baron 
 Leibheim has been murdered. 
 
 Count, Oh, direful spectacle ! my worthy guest has fallen a 
 victim to the vile banditti of the forest. Sound an alarm ! Let 
 troops be sent in search of the assassins. 
 
 Glan. A hatchet lying close by the body, with marks of 
 blood upon it ! and a name upon the handle. 
 
 Count. (Taking hatchet.) Ah! Maurice, the woodcutter ! 
 (Aside.) Ah, fate, I thank thee ! (Aloud.) He is the mur- 
 derer ! On — on, J say, pursue the mui-derer ! (Exeunt.) 
 (Fritz comes forward. At same moment, re-enter Glandoff.) 
 
 Glan, The prince's picture torn from my master's neck ; I 
 must recover it, or — (sees Fritz.) Ah ! that boy, no doubt, has 
 witnessed all that passed ; but 1 will quickly silence him forever. 
 (Seizes little Fritz, who exclaims, " Father ! father ! save me!" 
 he hastens with him into the forest.) 
 
 (Enter Prince Leopold, in the utmost alarm. Utters an excla- 
 mation of horror, on seeing the mangled body of his friend, the 
 baron. The cries of little Fritz, then attract his attention.) 
 
 Prince. Hark ! a fellow creature in distress ! Heaven, let 
 me rescue him, or perish in the attempt. (Rushes out.) 
 
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 Scene 7.— The Village, Bell, &c. as in Scene 1. 
 
 {Enter Dominie Starrkoph.) 
 
 Bom. I verily believe that fate has conspired, with tyranny 
 and oppression, to trample on the rights of honest men. Just as 
 I was on the point of overtaking the worthy baron, to present 
 to him my petition, I learned that he had been most barbarously 
 murdered : and then to think that Maurice, the woodcutter, 
 should have been guilty of so shocking a deed ; a man, whom 
 we all considered so honest. For my part, I can' never believe 
 it, though the proofs are strong against him. 
 
 {Enter Glandoff, with a letter.) 
 
 GJan. Heaven save the worthy Dominie ! 
 
 Bom. Amen ! and all of us, from the power of the evil one. 
 
 Glan. I am the bearer of a letter for you ; 'tis from his 
 excellency. 
 
 Dom. From the governor, you mean ; we won't talk of his 
 excellence. 
 
 Glan. E'en as you will ; 'tis but a title. 
 
 Dom. Very true, and in this case, a word without a meaning. 
 
 Glan. Here's the letter. {Gives it.) His excellency the 
 count will be here anon, to receive your answer in person. 
 
 Dom. Well, I am sure, I ought to think myself highly hon-<. 
 ored, especially after the flogging he was about to inflict upon 
 me, this morning. Which way does the wind blow now, I 
 wonder ? 
 
 Glan, Read, Dominie, and you will learn his excellency's 
 pleasure. 
 
 Dom. {Puts on Ms spectacles, and while he is silently read- 
 ing the letter, enter the Count : the Dominie seems highly incens- 
 ed at the contents of the letter.) Hem ! hem ! So I am to 
 keep this affair a secret, am I ? 
 
 Count. {Coming forward.) Such is my wish, my worthy 
 Dominie. 
 
 Dom. Hem ! worthy Dominie ! Since when has it been the 
 fashion, to order worthy dominies to be flogged, I should like to 
 know 1 
 
 Count. Let that be buried in oblivion ; we will be friends, 
 provided you accept my offer, and keep the whole affair a secret. 
 
 Dom. Yes, yes, my lord, you'll find old Dominie is a rare 
 fellow at keeping a secret. 
 
 Count. This purse shall be an earnest of your future fortune. 
 
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SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 197 
 
 Honu Your excellency quite overpowers me : yet such 
 modesty, such Christian charity, shall not be kept a secret from 
 the world ; but be blazoned forth, that others may imitate so 
 glorious an example. [He runs towards the bell. ) 
 
 Count. ( Trying to prevent Mm. ) What would you do, my 
 worthy Dominie 1 
 
 Bom. What would I do ? Why, make the people ac- 
 quainted with the only generous action their governor has per- 
 formed, ia the whole course of his life. Nothing more ! Old 
 Dominie Starrkoph's the man for keeping a secret. {He pulls 
 the lell with violence.) 
 
 Count. {Stamping with rage.) Mad-headed idiot ! 
 {Enter Hans, and numerous peasantry.) 
 
 Hans. What now, what now ? is the village on fire ? or 
 another petition to be signed ? or — 
 
 Dovi. A greater wonder, far ! Open wide 5''our ears, ye 
 men of Greenwald ! Your governor, Count Hartenstein, has 
 given away a purse of gold, and most liberal promises of future 
 favor, to a poor man ; there's a wonder for you ! 
 
 Count. Insolent wretch ! give me back the letter, or — 
 
 Hom. Not until I have gone through with it, my lord. Now 
 attend my call, one and all. {Reads.) " From his excellency 
 the governor, to the worthy Dominie Starrkoph, greeting." 
 {Spoken.) Mark that, neighbors! To the worthy Dominie. 
 {Reads.) " In consideration of the manifold advantages, which 
 have occurred to the state, from your excellent mode of educa- 
 ting youth, it is our intention to grant you, from the public 
 treasure, a pension of one thousand dollars per annum, together 
 with the sinecure situation of gentleman ballard-singer to the 
 prince ; on consideration that you do not present to our gra- 
 cious sovereign, the petition we perused this morning. This 
 one generous offer, you will of course keep an inviolable secret. 
 Signed, Count Hartenstein.^' {Spoken.) There, neighbors, 
 there's a precious epistle for you. 
 
 Count. {Highly incensed.) Audacious demagogue ! {To 
 Glandoff, aside.) Go, fetch a guard ! {Exit Glandoff.) 
 
 Dom. You see, my lord, I have kept your generous offer an 
 inviolable secret. Odds fools-caps, and birch-brooms ! to think 
 of bribing me, a man of my dignity and rank in life ! and 
 one who is so well known for temperance and frugality. Old 
 Dominie Starrkoph, indeed ! take a bribe out of the pockets of 
 his suffering countrymen, to betray their cause ! accept the 
 sinecure situation of gentleman ballard-singer to the prince ; 
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198 
 
 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 zounds ! the prince wants no ballard-singers, he has other fish 
 to fry ; and none but a rogue would ever think of pocketing a 
 salary, without rendering his country some service for it, in 
 return. (Throws the purse at the counfsfeet^ with indignation.) 
 Take back your money, my lord, to bribe slaves ! not those 
 who know their duty to their country. Sinecures indeed ! I 
 only wish our gracious prince were here, just now — (the Prince 
 enters, and mingles loith the throng,) — ^he'd see justice done us. 
 Birch-brooms ! I'd tell him such a tale as should open his eyes 
 to the truth. Odds fools-caps ! I'd — 
 (Enter Glandoff, with guard, commanded iy Captain Manhoof,) 
 
 Count. Down with these rebels, soldiers ! I command you. 
 (Soldiers hesitate.) 
 
 Man, My lord ! 
 
 Count, Fiends and perdition ! you dare hesitate ! 
 
 Man, We do, my lord ; convinced that such scenes of 
 blood are as repugnant to the feelings of our noble-minded 
 prince, as they are to humanity. 
 
 Count, At your peril, sir ! 
 
 Man. Be it so. We have been too long the instruments of 
 cruelty and oppression. Our duty is to uphold the laws, not to 
 become the abject tools of tyranny ; we, therefore, do refuse to 
 murder our fellow countrymen in cold blood, and are prepared 
 to take the consequences. 
 
 Count. Villains ! traitors ! 
 
 Man. Neither, my lord ! yet we are well aware, our con- 
 duct is against the strict laws of military discipline ; and, there- 
 fore, surrender ourselves your prisoners, until our gracious 
 prince decide our fate. Soldiers ! ground your arms. ( The 
 soldiers odey. Captain Manhoof delivers his sword to the 
 governor.) 
 
 Count. You shall repent this perfidy. (Hands Captain 
 Manhoof 's sword to Glandoff,) 
 
 Omnes, Hurrah ! hurrah ! 
 
 Dom, (To the governor,) You'll be sure to keep this 
 affair a secret, my lord ! 
 
 Scene 8. — Interior of Maurice's Cottage. 
 
 (Enter Maurice, with bundle of wood, Marie and Lotta run to 
 meet him.) 
 Marie, Welcome, welcome home, dear Maurice ! but where 
 is Fritz 1 
 
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SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 199 
 
 Mau. He'll be here directly, my dear. {He throios down 
 the bundle of wood.) There, 1 think I've brought you wood 
 enough to make a good rousing fire, and Fritz has got a bas- 
 ket full of chestnuts, to roast for supper ; which, as the boy very 
 wisely observed, are better than no supper at all. [Alarm 
 heard without.) 
 
 Marie, What noise was that ? 
 
 Mau. Some new disturbance, I suppose. Our unhappy 
 country is in such a state, that nothing surprises me. [Loud 
 knocking at the door without. Marie runs and looks through 
 the key. hole.) 
 
 Marie. {In a low voice, her looks hetraying the greatest 
 anxiety.) Merciful powers ! it is the governor, with the officers 
 of justice. {Knocking repeated.) 
 
 Mau. With all my heart, with all my heart ! let them 
 come, we have nothing to fear. Open the door, Marie, open 
 the door. 
 
 Marie. Not for the world ! they come to seize thee, and 
 drag thee again from my arms, to prison. — I knew the lan- 
 guage you made use of this morning, would be construed into 
 treason ; therefore fly, my dear Maurice, fly ! 
 
 Mau. What — and leave you here, exposed to the fury of 
 such ruffians ? Never ! 
 
 Marie. {Kneels.) On my knees I implore you, for our 
 sakes. {Rises.) You may in a few minutes reach the forest, 
 where I and the children will instantly follow you. From thence, 
 in less than an hour, we may cross the borders. Fly, fly ! 
 {Knocking.) 
 
 Mau. Well, well ; for your sakes, be it so. {Embraces 
 Marie and Lotta.) But, where is my boy, Fritz? You'll be 
 sure to join me in the forest, with the children, in less than an 
 hour? 
 
 Marie. I will. {Knocking still louder.) Dear Maurice-— 
 
 3Iau, Close to the old Hermitage ? {Knocking.) 
 
 Marie. I know it well ; now fly ! and be cautious. 
 
 Mau, Heaven Dless ye ! Heaven bless ye ! {Exit.) 
 
 Count. {Without.) Force the door, I say ! {Marie and 
 little Lotta fall on their knees, and return thanks for Maurice's 
 escape., just as the Count and Glandoff, with Gtiard and Offi- 
 cers of Justice., force open the door.) 
 
 Count. {To Marie.) Where is your husband, woman ? 
 
 Marie. He is not at home — man ! I was going to say — 
 but beg your lordship's pardon. — I forgot myself. 
 
200 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Count. No prevarication \ speak the truth ! — where is lie ? 
 
 Marie. Safe, I trust, in the hand of Heaven ! 
 
 Count. He is suspected — nay, there is no doubt, that he is 
 guilty of the horrid crime of murder. 
 
 Marie. Murder ! 
 
 Count. Ay, nothing less :— -make instant search. ( The 
 Officers of Justice disperse, while Glandoff forces open the 
 strong box.) 
 
 Marie. (Trembling.) Yet, say — v^ho — has been'^mur- 
 dered ? 
 
 Count. The worthy Baron Leibheim. 
 
 Marie. Oh, most infernal accusation ; my husband murder- 
 ed him ! so good a gentleman — our guardian angel ! Impossi- 
 ble. Maurice, the woodcutter, knows the duty of a Christian 
 better, than to stain his hands even with a tyrant's blood ; how 
 then could he murder the best and most amiable of men ? 
 
 Count. We are not here to parley with women. 
 
 Marie. Besides, what motive could have prompted him ? 
 
 Count. His poverty. 
 
 Glan. [Comes forward^ with a casket of jewels.) Behold, 
 my lord, this casket of jewels ; I found it concealed in yonder 
 chest ; it bears the name of Leibheim ! 
 
 Marie. Ah! (She appears struggling with confiicting pas- 
 sions, and is insensible to all around her.) 
 (Re-enter Guards.) 
 
 Count. (Opening the casket.) And its contents indeed, a 
 strong temptation to such poverty. This were sufficient proof, 
 had we not found the hatchet of Maurice, the woodcutter, close 
 to the body of the murdered baron, stained with blood. (Ma- 
 rie, on hearing this, falls senseless to the earth.) 
 
 Glan. The criminal must have escaped, my lord ; he's no- 
 where to be found ! 
 
 Count. Pursue him instantly. Away ! 
 
 (Exeunt Count, with the casket, Glandoff, Officers of Justice^ 
 and Guards. No one is concerned for Marie, except little Lot- 
 ia, who affectionately bends over her mother, trying to recover 
 her, as the scene closes them in.) 
 
 Scene 9. — Forest. 
 
 (Enter Maurice, in breathless haste.) 
 Mau. Love and affection give me wings to fly the impend- 
 ing danger ; for am I not a husband and a father ? Yet con- 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL* 201 
 
 scienc/3 whispers, 'tis a cowardly act, and one which implies a 
 want of confidence in Heaven. {Noise lailhout.) Ah, what 
 noise was that ? ( Voices without, crying, " this way, follow ! 
 follow f^) I am pursued! delay is dangerous ! Oh, Marie, 
 and my poor innocent babes, it is for your sakes, that Maurice, 
 the woodcutter, conscious of no crime, flies as though he was a 
 criminal. [He is stopped by the Count, Glandoff, and Officers of 
 Justice, who enter right and left.) 
 
 Count. There he is ! seize the monster ! 
 
 Man. Monster ! If I had committed half the crimes my 
 betters have to answer for, that name would be to me a title of 
 distinction ! 
 
 Count. Peace, fellow ! I can see the villain in thy coun- 
 tenance. 
 
 Mau. You can ? Well, I never knew before, my lord, that 
 my face was a looking-glass. 
 
 Count. Bind the insulting slave, and bear him hence. 
 
 Mau. Of what am I accused ? 
 
 Count. Of the foul crime of murder ! 
 
 Mau. Come, come, now this is carrying the joke a little too 
 far : surely, you don't call a poor man's killing a hare, murder, 
 do you 1 Besides, I have not shot another since I left prison 
 this morning, on the credit of a poor, yet honest man. 
 
 Glan. Honest man, — ha, ha, ha, ha ! 
 
 Mau. (Imitating him.) Honest man, — ha, ha, ha, ha ! 
 Yes, sir, honest man! and so honest, that he would'nt be seen 
 walking, sitting at the same table, or drinking out of the same 
 cup, with such a contemptible creature as thou art, for all the 
 gold that ever parsed through thy dirty fingers ! 
 
 Count. We'll stop your jeering for you. {To the officers.) 
 Away with him ! 
 
 Mau. Of what am I accused ? 
 
 Count. Time and place will show. — Away with him ! 
 
 Mau. Oh, cursed tyranny ! how wretched is the country 
 that groans beneath thy iron sceptre ! {Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 10.— A Street. 
 
 {Enter Dominie. Hans, and several peasants.) 
 Hans. A sad business, this, neighbors, isn't it ? And just 
 when we expected his highness the prince, home, too. I'm 
 afraid the murder of his friend, the baron, will cause him to 
 
202 '' RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 believe we are indeed no better than the count represents us — 
 a set of unruly, outrageous rebels. 
 
 Dom. Tut, man ! no such thing — my petition will rectify 
 that error, and refute every unfounded calumny ; and, depend 
 upon it, I'll leave no stone unturned to bring this horrid murder 
 home to the real perpetrators of it : for, that honest Maurice, 
 the woodcutter, could be guilty of such a crime, 1 never will 
 believe. 
 
 Hans. Nor I neither, Dominie ! 
 
 Omnes. Nor any of us ! 
 
 Michael. But wasn't his hatchet found near the body, and 
 the baron's casket of jewels in Maurice's cottage ? 
 
 Dom. That, at first, is rather against him, I'll allow ; but 
 no matter, I say he is innocent ! Zounds ! he shall be innocent, 
 and I will prove it ; have we not all known him for years, as 
 an honest, worthy fellow ? 
 
 Omnes. We have. Dominie. 
 
 Dom. And shall we forsake him now that he's in trouble 
 and distress 1 No, never ! I have studied the law, and will 
 draw up such a defense for poor Maurice, as shall fully establish 
 his innocence. You all recollect the birch-broom, you know, 
 when you used to go to school to me — you have felt the power 
 of my arm, and shall now feel the force of my eloquence in 
 behalf of an honest, worthy member of society. So, come 
 along, I'll prove him innocent. Odds fools-caps and birch- 
 brooms ! he shall be innocent. {Exeunt Omnes.) 
 {Enter Count, followed hy Glandoff.) 
 
 Count. To place the country under martial law, was our 
 last resource ; and that stern rebel, Maurice, the woodcutter, 
 shall be the first whose life shall gratify my just revenge ! My 
 trusty Glandoff", say, how was the body of my hated rival dis- 
 posed of? 
 
 Glan. His friend, the traveler, had it removed for honora- 
 ble burial. 
 
 Count. And when you returned into the forest, did you not 
 find the jeweled miniature, which I lost in the struggle ? 
 
 Glan. No, my lord. The robbers, who infest the forest, no 
 doubt seized on the spoil. 
 
 Count. Most probably." — And that young urchin, the wood- 
 cutter's son, who was, I fear, a witness to the deed, you silen- 
 ced him forever, did you not ? 
 
 Glan, I did, my lord. 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTBIENTAL. 203 
 
 Count. Success ! then all is well, and I defy detection. 
 Now to the court, to try the criminal. {Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 11.— Interior of the Prison. 
 
 {Enter Riegel, followed hy Hans and two peasants, one carry- 
 ing a basket.) 
 
 Hans. But conne, now, good worthy master Riegel, I hope 
 you'll not refuse to — 
 
 Rie. Let the prisoner escape ? Not for the world ! I 
 never betray my trust : let a murderer escape ! I wonder you 
 are not ashamed to mention such a thing to a man of my ac- 
 knowledged integrity. 
 
 Hans. Come, come, now, don't be hard-hearted. Convin- 
 ced of Maurice's innocence, we are come with a good round 
 sum to make it worth your while to — 
 
 Rie. No — I never can. (Stretching out his Jingers.) A 
 good round sum, did you say, friend Hans? 
 
 Hans. It is here! {Shoiuing money-bag.) And we hope 
 you'll not refuse to the voice of humanity. 
 
 Rie. Humanity ! Ay, now you've touched me in the ten- 
 derest point ; your money has no weight with me — but humani- 
 ty ! that's a very different matter, — It quite affects me. {Turns 
 away his face, as if to dry his eyes, yet holds out his hand be- 
 hind him for a bribe.) I never betray my trust, or lake a fee, 
 except in the cause of humanity. {Hans puts one piece of mon- 
 ey after the other, into his hand, which he with eagerness con- 
 veys into his pocket.) 
 
 Hans. Now for the key of Maurice's cell ; and all the bag 
 contains, shall be yours. 
 
 Rie. No, I dare not give the key. — {Producing it.) I 
 dare not. — All that the bag contains, did yow say? But 1 dare 
 not give the key — no— no — not for the world. {Giving it to 
 Hans.) All ! what, all that money for me ? 
 
 Hans. Yes, the moment Maurice has escaped. 
 
 Rie. I fear I'm doing wrong — but — 
 
 Hans. It's all for the sake of humanity, you know. {He 
 unlocks Maurice^ s cell, and calls in a low voice.) Maurice, 
 Maurice ! 
 
 {Enter Maurice, from cell., heavily chained.) 
 
 Mau. Who calls on Maurice ? 
 
 Hans. 'Tis I, Hans, your friend. 
 
 Rie, I'll leave you for a moment. When you have arrang- 
 
204 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 ed matters, just give me a call — you know I am never deaf to 
 the sweet voice of humanity. [Exit.) 
 
 Mau. What would you with me, Hans ? 
 
 Hans, Rescue you from the power of a tyrant ! 
 
 Mau. {Overjoyed, forgets himself for a moment.) What ! 
 give me liberty ! Restore me to the arms of my dear wife and 
 children? Oh, heaven bless thee! {Suddenly recollecting 
 himself.) Yet, how ? 
 
 Hans. The peasantry, no longer able to endure the cruel 
 tyranny of Count Hartenstein, are determined to fly to arms, 
 and crush the monster at a blow : yet do they want a leader. — 
 You are the object of their choice. Fly, save yourself, and 
 your country, from destruction ! 
 
 Mau. You place before mine eyes a lovely prospect. — 
 Love ! life ! and freedom to our suffering country ! 
 
 Hans. The jailor has been bribed — the prison gates are 
 open to assist your flight. Refuse not, then, the offer of friend- 
 ship. Recollect as boys, we played together ; as men, we work 
 together, and have ever been as brothers. Do not — oh ! do 
 not refuse ; for your poor wife and childrens' sakes, for all our 
 sakes ! Oh ! fly from a remorseless tyrant, who, depend upon 
 it, will show you neither justice nor mercy ! 
 
 Mau. What ! fly, with the foul imputation of murderer 
 stamped upon my spotless fame, — never! [Taking Hans by 
 the hand.) Friend Hans, you know not what you ask, or 
 know not me. No, though the tyrant's executioners should 
 rack these joints, nay, tear me limb from limb ! impale me on 
 a rugged stake, alive ! or with hot irons sear these orbs of 
 sight — I would not live suspected ! (Affected.) When I am 
 gone, think of my wife and children ! Faithful friend, fare- 
 well ! 
 
 Hans. (Moved to tears.) I will — I will — yet, Maurice, 
 you'll repent. 
 
 3Iau. {In a frm voice.) Never! I'll tell you why — I'm 
 innocent ! {Music — both friends solemnly look up to heaven, 
 then exit Maurice into his cell.) 
 
 Hans. Poor Maurice, my dear, dear friend, is lost forever! 
 {Enter Riegel. ) 
 
 Rie. Well, master Hans, is it all settled, eh ? 
 
 Hans, Maurice has refused our offer of escape ! 
 
 Rie, More fool he, then, 1 say. He must therefore of 
 course remain where he is, and lose his head. 
 
 Hans, Yes, and you your fee ! 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 205 
 
 Rie. Rather a serious loss that, neighbor Hans. 
 
 Hans, Which do you mean, the head, or the money ? 
 
 Mie. Both, friend Hans, both. The head to poor Maurice, 
 and the money to poor me. So much for the cause of hu- 
 manity. (Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 12. — Interior of the Court of Justice. Large folding doors 
 in center. The Count discovered sitting as Presiding Judge, sur- 
 rounded by his Guards, Officers of Justice, &c. Glandoff acts as 
 Secretary, Michael, with his staff of office, is keeping back the spec- 
 tators, among whom are Hans, &c. 
 
 Count Now, secretary— (Ta Glandoff) — read aloud the 
 cause which is to occupy the court to-day. 
 
 Glan. (Reads.) The object of the court martial now as- 
 sembled by his excellency, the governor. Count Hartenstein, 
 is to investigate a charge of a most inhuman murder, and pun- 
 ish the perpetrators thereof. 
 
 Count. And the individual suspected — 
 
 Glan. Is Maurice, the woodcutter. 
 
 Count. Bring forth the prisoner, 
 ,: (Enter Riegel, Boltzen, Maurice, Marie, and Lotta.) 
 - Marie. Alas, my Maurice ! 
 
 Mau. Never fear, Marie, Heaven will protect us ; and, 
 even at the worst, is it not better to die innocent, than live dis- 
 honored and disgraced ? But where 's my boy — my Fritz ? — 
 Have you not found him 1 
 
 Marie. Alas ! not yet. 
 
 Mau. (To Count.) My lord, I have lost my boy — my dar- 
 ling child ! If you know where he is, restore him to his doting 
 father's arms. I must — I will have my boy. 
 
 Count. Peace, madman ! What do I know of thy brats ! 
 (Pointing to Glandoff.) This gentleman, perhaps, knows some- 
 thing of him. (To Glandoff.) Did you not see him fall into 
 the lake, and perish ! 
 
 Glan. I did, my lord. 
 
 Mau. Nay, nay, you're surely wrong, most gentle sir ; 
 you never could have beheld my poor child struggling with the 
 waves, nor try to save his life — impossible ! Heaven is my 
 witness ! I would with rapture, ay, even at stormy midnight, 
 leap from the summit of the highest rock, into the raging surjf 
 below, to save the child of my bitterest enemy — ( To Count,) — 
 ay, even your child, my lord, — (To Glandoff) — or yours ! so, 
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206 EHETORICAL DIALOGUESa 
 
 come, come — why not out with the truth at 6nce ? You beheld 
 my poor boy fall into the water, and, prompted by the natural 
 goodness of your heart, plunged in after him, and saved his 
 life ! Was it not so ? Yes — yes, — I see it was — that noble 
 look betrays a noble soul. You struggled with the waves — 
 grasped my poor boy just as he was about to sink, and bore 
 him safe to shore, to his distracted mother. Bravo ! bravo ! 
 most noble sir ! this one deed of mercy, shall more than atone 
 for all the crimes that stain a guilty conscience ! Where is he ? 
 Where is my boy ? Bring him to me, — let me once more kiss 
 him, before I die. What — you will not ? You hesitate ! 
 Lightnings shall blast you all, if you rob my boy of his dying 
 father's blessing ! (Sinks with a convulsive laugh, into Marie's 
 arms.) 
 
 Count. No more of this romance. {To Glandoff.) Com- 
 mence proceedings. 
 
 Glan. {Reads the charge.) "You, Maurice Freeman, 
 commonly known by the name of Maurice, the woodcutter, are 
 hereby indicted and accused of having committed the heinous 
 crime of murder, on the body of his excellency. Baron Leib- 
 heim, by striking the said baron a deadly blow upon the head, 
 with your axe, or hatchet, when the said Baron Leibheim was 
 out upon a hunting party in the forest of Raven horst. To which 
 charge, you are commanded to plead — guilty or not guilty ?" 
 
 Mau. {In a firm, manly voice, looking steadfastly up to 
 Heaven.) Not guilty ! by all my hopes of bliss here and 
 hereafter. 
 
 Count, Have you no counsel here to plead your cause ? 
 
 Mau. None, but myself. 
 
 {Enter old Bominie, dressed as a lawyer.) 
 
 Bom. Yes, but you have, though, — as able a counselor as 
 the best of them, — ay, and what's more, an honest one^ 
 too ; for he comes to plead without a fee. 
 
 Count. What, you — Dominie, the schoolmaster 1 
 
 Bom. Yes, my lord ; come to plead for my friend, in pub- 
 lic, — there's not the least occasion for keeping the affair a 
 secret. 
 
 Count, But by what authority do you — 
 
 Bom, By that authority which made me a limb of the law. 
 'Tis true, I have lately given over practice, and taken to the 
 more humble avocation of schoolmaster — for, to tell the truth, 
 I felt a little qualmish hereabouts — {Lays his hand on his ho- 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 207 
 
 som.) I mean, in point of conscience ; but as this is a subject 
 which cannot possibly concern your excellency, I'll not detain, 
 the court with long speeches, but instantly commence pleading 
 for my friend, who, I hesitate not to declare, is most unjustly, 
 unfoundedly, and maliciously accused of the dreadful crime of — 
 
 Count, Be cautious what you say ! 
 
 Dom. Don't be alarmed, my lord, — I know what I am 
 about, well enough. Firstly, and chiefly, my client is accused 
 of murdering a man who was his benefactor, which is both un- 
 reasonable and unnatural. 
 
 Count. This is not to the point. The worthy baron was 
 most barbarously murdered in the forest. 
 
 Vom. Which is notoriously overrun with desperate bandit- 
 ti ; — may not they have committed the crime, of which my 
 friend here stands accused ? 
 
 Count. {To Glandqff.) Secretary, proceed to prove the 
 charge. 
 
 (xlan. Suspicion, amounting to almost moral certainty, at- 
 taches itself to the prisoner, — for, that this hatchet, belonging 
 to him, marked with his name in full, and stained with blood, 
 was found lying close to the body of the murdered baron. — 
 {Glandoff produces the hatchet, which Michael hands to Mau- 
 rice.) 
 
 Count. Is that your hatchet, Maurice ? 
 
 Mau. It is, my lord. » 
 
 Dom. Explain that circumstance to the court, Maurice ; for 
 nothing can persuade me that you are guilty of the murder. 
 
 Mau. That hatchet was left, by mere accident, in the forest, 
 where I had been cutting woodj with mv bQv — my dear Fritz, 
 y/hom I have lost forever ! 
 
 Count, This is, bare assertion, without proof. 
 
 Glan. Moreover, this casket of jewels, the property of the 
 murdered baron, was found concealed in the prisoner's cottage. 
 
 Mau. The worthy baron himself intrusted it to my care, 
 fearing to cross the forest with so much property in his pos- 
 session. 
 
 Count, Your witnesses, that what you say, is true. 
 
 Mau. My wife, my little Lotta here, and Heaven ! 
 
 Marie. And the gentleman who was with the baron. 
 
 Count. He has departed. (To Maurice.) The evidence 
 of your wife and child, in this case, cannot be admitted ; and as 
 for your appeal to Heaven — 
 
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 ' Mau. That, most probably, your excellency has nothing to 
 do with ; therefore, I beg of you, proceed without delay to 
 judgment, for I have little hope of mercy here. 
 
 Count. {Putting on a red cloak, and taking a black wand in 
 Ms hand, rises to pronounce sentence.) 
 
 Marie. Mercy ! my lord. Oh, spare my husband ! or let 
 the blow aimed at his precious life, strike me as well. 
 
 Dom. This is too bad ; my patience is exhausted ; I can 
 contain myself no longer ! [Aloud.) I, Dominie Sebastian 
 Starrkoph, do openly protest against this overhasty proceeding. 
 Our country is not so disorganized, that the suspension of our 
 civil rights were necessary to maintain public tranquillity ! You 
 have no right to try an honest citizen by martial law ; and I 
 insist on a civil process, and that grand bulwark of life and 
 liberty, an independent and impartial jury ! 
 
 Count, Peace, pedagogue ! or quit the court this instant. 
 
 Hans. {Aside.) This is more than I can bear. To see 
 my dear friend, Maurice, suffer an ignominious death, would 
 break my heart ; and since the tyrant seems bent upon revenge, 
 why may not one innocent man die as well as another ? Poor 
 Maurice is a husband and a father ; I have neither wife nor 
 child, to mourn my loss. Heaven forgive me for uttering a 
 deliberate falsehood ; it is to save the life of ray friend. {To 
 Ike court, in a firm, manly voice.) My lord, Maurice, the wood- 
 cutter, is innocent ; I am the murderer ! therefore instantly 
 release him, and let me die. {All are amazed.) 
 
 Mau. Believe him not, my Isrd ; he is my friend, ray dear- 
 est bosom friend, and says this but to save my life ; believe him 
 not. He a murderer ! Have I not often seen him, on a sum- 
 ITjSr's eve, when we have wandered through the fields together, 
 step carefully aside, to avoid treading on a poor snail or worm, 
 that chanced to cross his path ? Is it then likely, that such a 
 man could e'er in malice harm a fellow creature ? 
 
 Hans. You hear, my lord, what I assert ; proceed to judg- 
 ment. 
 
 Mau. On me, on me, but not upon my friend. 
 
 Hans. He raves, my lord. I did the horrid deed. 
 
 Mau. 'Tis false ! the first untruth thou ever spakest, in thy 
 whole life of rigid honesty. By Heaven above, that reads all 
 human hearts, I swear he is innocent ! {Forgetting himself.) 
 I only am the — {Recollecting.) What would I say ? My brain 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 209 
 
 is surely crazed. My friend is innocent— I anm innocent ! — we 
 are both innocent ! {Falls on the neck of Hans.) 
 
 Count, We are compelled to yield to proof so strong, as 
 that which fixes all the guilt on Maurice. Prisoner, you are 
 found guilty, and death is your sentence ! 
 
 Marie, Oh, mercy, mercy ! 
 
 Man. Nay, Marie, supplicate not for me ; I am weary of 
 crawling about in this miserable world, at the mercy of a tyrant ! 
 Yet these, niy friends, do not believe me guilty ? 
 
 Omnes. Not one of us ! 
 
 Mau. That is my consolation. And now I go to death 
 without one sigh of regret, save for my dear Marie, and my poor 
 fatherless children ! No, not children ! My boy ! my Fritz ! 
 Marie, my love, farewell ! {To Lotla.) Heaven bless thee, 
 my child ! I shall soon see thy brother in a better world. Me- 
 thinks I see him now, as a sweet cherub on a silvery cloud, 
 beckoning me to come away. I come, I come, by boy ! to 
 dwell with thee forever, in that blessed land, where tyrants ne'er 
 shall crush the innocent. 
 
 Marie, Mercy ! my lord, mercy for my dear husband ! as 
 you yourself expect it from high Heaven ! 
 
 {Muffled drum heard without^ as the signal for execution ; at 
 the sound of which, Marie utters an exclamation, and faints 
 away. She is supported by Hans and the Dominie.) 
 
 Mau. {After a hard struggle with his feelings.) Lead on ; 
 I am ready ! {As the guard are about to lead off the prisoner, 
 the Count rises.) 
 
 Count. {Breaking the black wand.) . 
 
 The rod is broken. 
 The sentence spoken ; 
 Death ! for the dreadful crime of murder ! 
 
 {At this moment, Prince Leopold, still in his long cloak, rushes 
 
 in.) 
 
 Prince. Hold ! Maurice, the woodcutter, is innocent ! 
 
 Dom. Hurrah ! I knew he was. {Marie recovers, and is 
 overjoyed.) 
 
 Count, {To Prince.) Who dares assert this ? 
 
 Prince. I dare. 
 
 Count, And who are you ? 
 
 Prince. ( Throwing off his disguise. ) Your lawful sovereign, 
 Prince Leopold. 
 
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210 RHETORICAL DIALOGTTES. 
 
 Omnes, Hurrah! 
 
 Count. {Dropping on one knee.) Your highness, we have 
 proofs — 
 
 Prince. Against thee, villain ! thou art the murderer ! Our 
 proofs are these : our royal father's picture, and this mask, torn 
 by the victim from his murderer. 
 
 Count. My prince, I was robbed of that picture, in the fohest. 
 {Prince Leopold gives a signal, when, enter Baron Leibheim.) 
 
 Baron. 'Tis false ! Count Hartenstein is the assassin, 
 though bounteous Heaven defeated his intent. Maurice, the 
 woodcutter, is a worthy man. The casket of jewels was by 
 me intrusted to his care, and shall be his, with all that it contains, 
 as the reward of honesty, 
 
 Hans. Well, I always said, '^ honesty was the best policy." 
 
 Prince. {To the guard.) Conduct those miscreants to ex- 
 ecution ! {Exit guard, with the Count, Glandoff, Michael., 
 Riegel^ and Boltzen.) 
 
 Mau» I have but one grief more — my dear, dear boy ! 
 
 Prince. He is here, to make your happiness complete. 
 {Little Fritz rushes into his parents^ arms.) I kept him from 
 you, for his evidence. That villain, Glandoff, threw him from 
 the bridge, into the rapid stream. 
 
 Fritz. And our noble prince plunged in, and saved my life. 
 
 Maurice and Marie. Heaven's blessing on your royal high- 
 ness* 
 
 {The Curtain falh.) 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 211 
 
 XXXV.— FROM lOJii.— Talfourd. 
 
 ADEASTUS, KING OF ARGOS MEDON, HIGH PRIEST OF THE TEM- 
 PLE OF APOLLO ION, A FOUNDLING, PROTECTED BY MEDON 
 
 CTESIPHON5 CASSANDER, NOBLE ARGIVE YOUTHS CYRTHES, 
 
 CAPTAIN OF THE ROYAL GUARD AGENOR, SAGE OF ARGOS. 
 
 Medon. Kon, forfieat. 
 * 3SeJ)oltr t!)2 son, ^trrastus ! 
 
 Scene 1. — The royal Chamber. Adrastus on a couch, asleep. 
 
 {Enter Ion, with a knife.) 
 Ion. Why do I creep thus stealthily along 
 With trembling steps ? Am I not armed by Heaven 
 To execute its mandate on a king 
 Whom it hath doomed ? And shall I falter now, 
 While every moment that he breathes may crush 
 Some life else happy? — Can I be deceived, 
 By some foul passion, crouching in my soul, 
 Which takes a radiant form to lure me on ? 
 Assure me, gods ! — Yes ; I have heard your voices ; 
 For I dare pray ye now to nerve my arm, 
 And see me strike ! (He goes to the couch.) 
 He's smiling in his slumber. 
 As if some happy thoughts of innocent days 
 Played at his heart-strings : must I scare it thence 
 With death's sharp agony ? He lies condemned 
 
212 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 By the high judgment of supernal Powers, 
 
 And he shall know their sentence. Wake, Adrastus ! 
 
 Collect thy spirits, and be strong to die ! 
 
 Adrastus, Who dares disturb my rest ? Guards ! Soldiers ! 
 Recreants ! 
 Where tarry ye ? Why smite ye not to earth 
 I'his bold intruder ? Ha ! no weapon here ! 
 What would'st thou with me, ruffian ? [Rising.) 
 
 Ion. I am none. 
 
 But a sad instrument in Jove's great hand, 
 To take thy life, long forfeited. — Prepare ! 
 Thy hour is come ! 
 
 Adras. Villains ! does no one hear ? 
 
 Ion. Vex not the closing minutes of thy being 
 With torturing hope or idle rage ; thy guards, 
 Palsied with revelry, are scattered senseless, 
 While the most valiant of our Argive youths 
 Hold every passage by which human aid 
 Could reach thee. Present death is the award 
 Of Powers who watch above me, while I stand 
 To execute their sentence. 
 
 Adras. Thou ! — -I know thee — 
 
 The youth I spared this moring, in whose ear 
 I poured the secrets of my bosom. Kill me, 
 If thou dar'st do it ; but bethink thee first 
 How the grim memory of thy thankless deed 
 Will haunt thee to the grave ! 
 
 Ion. It is most true, 
 
 Thou sparedest my life, and therefore do the gods 
 Ordain me to this office, lest thy fall 
 Seem the chance forfeit of some single sin, 
 And now the great redress of Argos. Now — 
 Now, while I parley — Spirits that have left, 
 Within this hour, their plague tormented flesh 
 To rot untombed, glide by, and frown on me, 
 Their slow avenger — and the chamber swarms 
 With looks of Furies. — Yet a moment wait. 
 Ye dreadful prompters ! — If there is a friend, 
 Whom dying thou would'st greet by word or token, 
 Speak thy last bidding. 
 
 Adras. I have none on earth. 
 
 If thou hast courage, end me ! 
 
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 Ion, Not one friend ! 
 
 Most piteous doom ! 
 
 Adras, Art melted ? 
 
 Ion, If I am, 
 
 Hope nothing from my weakness ; mortal arms, 
 And eyes unseen that sleep not, gird us round, 
 And we shall fall together. Be it so ! 
 
 Adras. No ; strike at once : my hour is come : in thee 
 I recognize the minister of Jove, 
 And, kneeling thus, submit me to his power. (Kneels.) 
 
 Ion. Avert thy face ! 
 
 Adras. No ; let me meet thy gaze ; 
 
 For breathing pity lights thy features up 
 Into more awful likeness of a form 
 Which once shone on me ; — and which now my sense 
 Shapes palpable — in habit of the grave. 
 Inviting me to the sad realm where shades 
 Of innocents, whom passionate regard 
 Linked with the guilty, are content to pace 
 With them the margin of the inky flood, 
 Mournful and calm :— 'tis surely there ; — she waves 
 Her pallid hand in circle o'er thy head, 
 As if to bless thee — and I bless thee too. 
 Death's gracious angel ! — Do not turn away. 
 
 Ion. Gods ! to what office have ye doomed me ! — Now ! 
 
 (Ion raises his arm to stab Adrastus, who is kneeling, and 
 gazes steadfastly upon him. The voice of Medon is heard 
 without, calling, " Ion ! Ion !" Ion drops his arm.) 
 
 Adras. Be quick, or thou art lost ! 
 {As Ion has again raised his arm to strike , Medon rushes in, 
 behind him. ) 
 
 Medon. Kon, fotfiear. 
 
 3Sel)olli tf)2 son, ^trrastus ! {Ion stands for a moment stupified 
 with horror, drops the knife, and falls senseless. ) 
 
 Adras. What strange words 
 
 Are these, which call my sense from the death 
 They were composed to welcome ? Son ! 'tis false — 
 I had but one — and the deep wave rolls o'er him ! 
 
 Medon. That wave received, instead of the fair nursling, 
 One of the slaves who bore him from thy sight 
 In wicked haste to slay ; — I'll give thee proofs. 
 
 Adras. Great Jove, I thank thee ! — raise him gently — proofs ! 
 Are there not here the lineaments of her 
 
214 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Who made me happy once — the voice, now still, 
 
 That bade the long-sealed fount of love gush out, 
 
 While with a prince's constancy he came 
 
 To lay his noble life down ; and the sure, 
 
 The dreadful proof, that he whose guileless brow > 
 
 Is instinct with her spirit, stood above me, 
 
 Armed for the traitor's deed ? — It is my child ! 
 
 (Ion, reviving, sinks on one knee, before Adrastus.) 
 
 Ion. Father ! (Noise without.) 
 
 Medon. The clang of arms ! 
 
 Ion. (Starting uy.) They come ! they come ! 
 They who are leagued with me against thy life. 
 Here let us fall ! 
 
 Adi'as. I will confront them yet. 
 
 Within I have a weapon which has drank 
 A traitor's blood ere now ; — there will I wait them : 
 No power less strong than death shall part us now. 
 
 [Exeunt Adrastus and Ion, as into an inner chamber.) 
 
 Medon. Have mercy on him, gods, for the dear sake 
 Of your most single-hearted worshiper. 
 
 (Enter Ctesiphon, Cassander, and others.) 
 
 Ctesiphon. What treachery is this ? — thejtyrant fled, 
 And Ion fled too ! — Comrades, stay this dotard, 
 While I search in yonder chamber. 
 
 Medon. Spare him, friends, — 
 
 Spare him to clasp awhile his new-found son; 
 Spare him, as Ion's father ? 
 
 Cte. Father ! yes — 
 
 That is indeed a name to bid me spare : — 
 Let me but find him, gods ! (Rushes into the inner chamber.) 
 
 Medon. (To Cassander and the others.) Had ye but seen 
 What I have seen, ye would have mercy on him. 
 
 (Cyrthes enters with soldiers.) 
 Ha ! Soldiers ! hasten to defend your master ; 
 That way — (As Cyrthes is about to enter the inner chamber^ 
 
 Ctesiphon rushes from it with a bloody dagger^ and stops them.) 
 
 Cte. It is accomplished ; the foul blot 
 Is wiped away. Shade of my murdered father, 
 Look on thy son, and smile ! 
 
 Cyrthes. Whose blood is that ? 
 
 It cannot be the king's ! 
 
 Cte. It cannot be ! 
 
 Think'st thou, foul minion of a tyrant's will, 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 215 
 
 He was to crush, and thou to crawl forever 1 
 Look there, and tremble ! 
 
 Cyr. Wretch ! thy life shall pay 
 The forfeit of this deed. ( Cyrthes and soldiers seize CtesipJion.) 
 {Enter Adrastus, mortally wounded^ supported hy Ion.) 
 
 Adras. Here let me rest ; — 
 
 In this old chamber did my life begin, 
 And here I'll end it. Cyrthes ! thou has timed 
 Thy visit well, to bring thy soldiers hither. 
 To gaze upon my parting. 
 
 Cyr. To avenge thee ; — 
 
 Here is the traitor ! 
 
 Adras. Set him free, at once : 
 
 Why do ye not obey me ? Ctesiphon, 
 I gave thee cause for this ; — believe me now, 
 That thy true steel has made thy vengeance sure ; 
 And as we now stand equal, I will sue 
 For a small boon — let me not see thee more. 
 
 Cte. Farewell! {Exit.) 
 
 Adras. {To Cyrthes and Soldiers.) Why do ye tarry 
 here ? 
 Begone ! — still do ye hover round my couch ? 
 If the commandment of a dying king 
 Is feeble as a man who has embraced 
 His child for the first time since infancy, 
 And presently must part with him forever, 
 I do adjure ye, leave us ! {Exeunt all but Ion and Adrastus.) 
 
 Ion. Oh, my father ! 
 
 How is it with thee now ? 
 
 Adras. Well ; very well ; 
 
 Avenging Fate hath spent its utmost force 
 Against me ; and I gaze upon my son, 
 With the sweet certainty that nought can part us 
 Till all is quiet here. How like a dream, 
 Seems the succession of my regal pomps, 
 Since I embraced thy helplessness ! To me 
 The interval hath been a weary one : 
 How hath it passed with thee 1 
 
 Ion. But that my heart 
 
 Hath sometimes ached for the sweet sense of kindred, 
 I had enjoyed a round of happy years, 
 As cherished youth e'er knew. 
 
 Adras. I bless the gods 
 
216 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 That they have strewn along thy humble path, 
 Delights unblamed ; and in this hour I seem 
 Even as I had lived so ; and I feel 
 That I shall live in thee, unless that curse — 
 Oh, if it should survive me ! 
 
 Ion. Think not of it ; 
 
 The gods have shed such sweetness in this moment, 
 That, howsoe'er they deal with me hereafter, 
 I shall not deem them angry. Let me call 
 For help to staunch thy wound ; thou art strong yet, 
 And yet may live to bless me. 
 
 Adras. Do not stir ; 
 
 My strength is ebbing fast ; yet, as it leaves me, 
 The spirit of thy stainless days of love 
 Awakens ; and their images of joy, 
 Which at thy voice, started from blank oblivion, 
 When thou wert strange to me^ and then half shown, 
 Looked sadly through the mist of guilty years, 
 Now glimmer on me in the lovely light, 
 Which at thy age they wore. Thou art all thy mother's. 
 Her elements of gentlest virtue cast 
 In mould heroical. 
 
 Ion* Thy speech grows fainter ; 
 
 Can I do nothing for thee? 
 
 Adras. Yes : — my son, 
 
 Thou art the best, the bravest, of a race 
 Of rightful monarchs ; thou must mount the throne 
 Thy ancestors have filled, and by great deeds, 
 Efface the memory of thy fated sire. 
 And win the blessings of the gods for men 
 Stricken for him. Swear to me thou wilt do this. 
 And I shall die forgiven. 
 
 Ion. I will. 
 
 Adras. Rejoice, 
 
 Sufferers of Argos ! I am growing weak, 
 And my eyes dazzle : let me rest my hands, 
 Ere they have lost their feeling, on thy head. — 
 So ! so ! — thy hair is glossy to the touch, 
 As when I last enwreathed its tiny curl 
 About my finger ; I did imagine then. 
 Thy reign excelling mine ; it is fulfilled. 
 And 1 die happy. Bless thee, King of Argos ! (Dies.) 
 
 Ion, He's dead ! and I am fatherless again. — 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. ' 217 
 
 King, did he hail me ? Shall I make that word 
 A spell to bid old happiness awake 
 Throughout the lovely land that father'd me 
 In my forsaken childhood 1 
 
 {He sees the knife on the ground^ and picks it up,)/ 
 The voice of joy ! 
 
 Is this thy funeral wailing ? Oh, my father ! 
 Mournful and brief will be the heritage 
 Thou leavest me ; yet I promised thee in death, 
 To grasp it ; — and I will embrace it now. 
 
 (Enter Agenor,and others.) 
 
 Agenor, Does the king live 1 
 
 Ion. Alas ! in me. The son 
 Of him whose princely spirit is at rest, 
 Claims his ancestral honors. 
 
 Age, That high thought 
 That anticipates the prayer of Argos, roused 
 To sudden joy. The sages wait without, 
 To greet thee : wilt confer with them to-night, 
 Or wait the morning ? 
 
 Ion, Now — the city's state 
 
 Allows the past no sorrow. I attend them. (Exeunt.) 
 
 XXXVL— FROM WILLIAM TELL.— Knowles. 
 
 GESLER — SARNEM — RODOLPH — GERARD — LUTOLD — SENTINEL — 
 TELL — VERNER — ERNI — MELCTAL — FURST — MICHAEL — THEO- 
 DORE — PIERR^ — ALBERT — SAVOYARDS — EMMA SOLDIERS — 
 
 PEOPLE. 
 
 Scene 1.— The outside of the Castle of Altorf. Gesler's Archers, 
 escorting some peasants, prisoners. 
 
 (Enter Tell and Michael, at a distance,) 
 Tell. Do you know them ? 
 Michael, No. 
 
 Tell, Nor I, thank heaven ? How like vou that ? 
 Mic, What ? 
 Tell, That. 
 Mic. I like it not. 
 Tell. It might as well be you or I. 
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218 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Mic, It might. 
 
 Tell Do you live in Altorf ? 
 
 Mic, Yes. 
 
 TelL How go they on 
 In Altorf? 
 
 Mic. As you see. What was a sight 
 A month ago, hath not the wonder now 
 To draw them 'cross the threshold ! 
 
 TelL Would you like— 
 
 Mic, What wouldst thou say to me ? 
 
 TelL No matter, friend. 
 Something so slight, that in the thinking on't 
 Twas gone. The field of Grutli, Tell !— the hour's 
 At hand. The spirits are expecting thee 
 Shall bring thy country back the times again 
 She'd wonder this to see ! (Going.) 
 
 Mic. Stay, friend, a word. 
 If of my mind thou haply art, and thinkest 
 When fortune will not make us theme of mirth, 
 Ourselves may take the task in hand — 
 
 TelL For what? 
 Good day! (Exit^ hastily.) 
 
 Mic. Acquaintance briefly broke as made ! {Exit.) 
 
 Scene 2.— The Field of Grutli. 
 
 (Enter Tell, with a long bow.) 
 
 Tell. Ye crags and peaks, I'm with you once again ! 
 I hold to you the hands you first beheld. 
 To show they still are free. 
 O sacred forms, how proud you look ! 
 How high you lift your heads into the sky ! 
 How huge you are ! how mighty and how free ! 
 Ye guards of liberty, 
 I'm with you once again ! — I call to you 
 With all my voice ! I rush to you, 
 As though I could embrace you ! 
 
 Erni. (Without.) William! William! 
 
 TelL (Looks out.) Here, Erni, here ! 
 (Enter Erni.) 
 
 Erni, Thou'rt sure to keep the time, 
 That comest before the hour. 
 
 TelL The hour, my friend, 
 
SERIOtS AND SENTIMENTAL. ' 219 
 
 Will soon be here. O, when will liberty 
 
 Be here ? My Erni, that's my thought. 
 
 Scaling yonder peak, 
 
 I saw an eagle wheeling near its brow : 
 
 O'er the abyss, his broad expanded wings 
 
 Lay calm and motionless upon the air. 
 
 Instinctively I bent my bow ; he heeded not 
 
 The death that threatened him. I could not shoot — 
 
 'Twas liberty. I turned my bow aside, 
 
 And let him soar away. 
 
 Verner. (Without.) Tell! Tell! 
 
 (Enter Verner.) ^ 
 
 Tell. {Crosses to him.) Here, Verner ! 
 
 Furst. XWithout.) Tell! 
 
 (Enter Furst.) 
 
 Tell, Here, friends ! — Well met. — Do we go on ? 
 
 Ver, We do. 
 
 Tell, Then you can count upon the friends you named ? 
 
 Ver. On every man of them. 
 
 Furst. And I on mine. 
 
 Erni. Not one I sounded, but doth rate his blood 
 As water, in the cause ! Then fix the day 
 Before we part. 
 
 Ver. No, Erni ; rather wait 
 ^ For some new outrage to amaze and rouse 
 The common mind, which does not brood so much 
 On wrongs gone by, as it doth quiver with 
 The sense of present ones. 
 
 Tell. (To Verner.) I wish with Erni, 
 But I think with thee. Yet, when I ask myself, 
 On whom the wrong shall light, for which we wait — 
 Whose vineyard they'll uproot — whose flocks they'll ravage — 
 Whose threshold they'll profane — whose earth pollute— 
 Whose roof they'll fire? — When this I ask myself, 
 And think upon the blood of pious sons, 
 The tears of venerable fathers, and 
 The shrieks of mothers, fluttering round their spoiled 
 And nestless young — I almost take the part 
 Of generous indignation, that doth blush 
 At such expense to wait on sober prudence. 
 
 Furst. Yet it is best. 
 
 TelL On that, we're all agreed ! 
 Who fears the issue, when the day shall come ? 
 
220 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Ver. Not I ! 
 
 Furst. Nor I ! 
 
 Erni. Nor I ! ^ 
 
 Tell I'm not the man 
 To mar this harmony. — You commit to me 
 The warning of the rest. Remember, then, 
 My dagger sent to any one of you — 
 As time may press — is word enough. — Dear Erni, 
 Remember me to Melctal. (Crosses.) Furst, provide 
 What store you can of arms. Do you the same. 
 
 ( To Erni and Verner.) 
 The next aggression of the tyrant is 
 The downfall of his power ! — Remember me 
 To Melctal, Erni— to my father. Tell him j 
 
 He has a son was never born to him ! 
 Farewell ! — When next we meet upon this theme. 
 All Switzerland shall witness what we do. (Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 3. — Tell's Cottage, with mountain and lake scenery. 
 
 (Enter Emma.) 
 
 Emma, O, the fresh morning ! Heaven's kind messenger, 
 That never empty-handed comes to those 
 Who know to use its gifts. — Praise be to Him 
 Who loads it still, and bids it constant run 
 The errand of his bounty. — Praise be to Him ! 
 (Enter Albert.) 
 
 Albert. My mother ! 
 
 Emma, Albert ! Bless thee ! 
 How early were you up ? 
 
 AJh, Before the sun. 
 
 Emma. Ay, strive with him. He never lies abed 
 When it is time to rise. Be like the sun. 
 
 Alb, WhaJ you would have me like, Til be like, 
 As far as will,*to labor joined, can make me. 
 
 Emma, Well said, my boy ! Knelt you, when you got up 
 To-day? 
 
 Alb. I did ; and do so every day. 
 
 Emma, I know you do ! 
 And think you, when you kneel, 
 To whom you kneel ? 
 
 Alb, To Him who made me, mother. 
 
 Emma, And in whose name ? 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 221 
 
 Alb. In the name of Him, who died 
 For me and all men, that all men and I 
 Should live. 
 
 Emma. That's right ! Remember that, my son : 
 Forget all things but that — remember that ; 
 'Tis more than friends or fortune ; clothing, food ; 
 All things of earth ; yea, life itself. — It is 
 To live when these art gone, where they are naught — 
 With God ! — My son, remember that ! 
 
 Alb. I will ! 
 
 Emma. I'm glad you husband what you're taught. 
 That is the lesson of content, my son ; 
 He who finds which, has all — who misses, nothing. 
 
 Alb. Content is a good thing. 
 
 Emma, A thing, the good 
 Alone can profit by. 
 
 Alb. My father's good. 
 
 Emma. What say est thou, boy ? 
 
 Alb. I say, my father's good. 
 
 Emma, Yes, he is good ! what then ? 
 
 Alb. I do not think 
 He is content — I'm sure he's not content ; 
 Nor would I be content, were I a man, 
 And Gesler seated on the rock of Altorf ! 
 A man may lack content, and yet be good. 
 
 Emma. I did not say all good men found content. 
 I would be busy ; leave me. 
 
 Alb. You're not angry ? 
 
 Emma. No, no, my boy. 
 
 Alb. You'll kiss me? 
 
 Emma. Will I not ! 
 The time will come, you will not ask your mother 
 To kiss you ! 
 
 Alb, Never ! 
 
 Emma, Not when you're a man ? 
 
 Alb. I'll never be a man to see that time : 
 I'd rather die, now when I am a child, 
 Than live to be a man, and not love you ! 
 
 Emma, Live — live to be a man, and love your mother ! ^ 
 
 ( They embrace. — Albert runs of, into the Cottage.) U 
 
 Why should my heart sink ? 'tis for this we rear them ! H 
 
 Cherish their tiny limbs ,• pine, if a thorn 
 
 But mar their tender skin ; gather them to us , 
 
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222 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Closer than miser hugs his bags of gold ; — 
 
 To send them forth into a wintry world, 
 
 To brave its flaws and tempests ! — Nestling as 
 
 He is, he is the making of a bird 
 
 Will own no cowering wing. 
 
 (Re-enter Albert^ from Cottage, with a how and arrows, and a 
 
 rude target, which he sets up during the fast lines, laying his 
 
 how and quiver on the ground.) 
 What have you there ? 
 
 Alb, My bow and arrows, mother. 
 
 Emma. When will you use them like your father, boy 1 
 
 Alb. Some time, I hope. 
 
 Emma. You brag ! There's not an archer 
 In all Helvetia can compare with him. 
 
 Alh, But I'm his son ; and when I am a man, 
 I may be like him. Mother, do I brag, 
 To think I sometime may be like my father ? 
 If so, then is it he that teaches me ? 
 For ever, as I wonder at his skill, 
 He calls me boy, and says I must do more, 
 Ere I become a man. 
 
 Emma. May you be such 
 A man as he — if Heaven wills, better, — I'll 
 Not quarrel with its work ; yet 'twill content me, 
 If you are only such a man. 
 
 Alh. I'll show you 
 Howl can shoot. (Shoots at the target.) Look, mother! 
 
 there's within 
 An inch ! 
 
 Emma. O fie ! it wants a hand. (Goes into the Cottage.) 
 
 Alb. A hand's 
 An inch for me. I'll hit it yet. Now for it ! (Shoots again.) 
 (Enter Tell, watching Albert some time, in silence.) 
 
 Tell. That's scarce a miss, that comes so near the mark ! 
 Well aimed, young archer ! With what ease he bends 
 The bow ! To see those sinews, who'd believe 
 Such strength did lodge in them ? That little arm, 
 His mother's palm can span, may help, anon, 
 To pull a sinewy tyrant from his seat. 
 And from their chains a prostrate people lift 
 To liberty. I'd be content to die, 
 Living to see that day. — What, Albert \ 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 223 
 
 Alb. Ah ! 
 My father ! {Running io Tell, who emhraces Mm,) 
 
 Emma, {Running from Cottage.) William ! welcome \ wel- 
 come ! William ! 
 I did not look for you till noon, and thought 
 How long 'twould be ere noon would come. 
 Now this is happiness ! Joy's double joy, 
 That comes before the time ! 
 
 Tell, You raise the bow 
 Too fast. {To Albert, who has returned to his practice.) 
 Bring't slowly to the eye. {Albert shoots.) 
 You've missed. 
 How often have you hit the mark to-day ? 
 
 Alb. Not once yet. 
 
 Tell. You're not steady. I perceived ■ 
 You wavered now. Stand firm ! — let every limb 
 Be braced as marble, and as motionless. 
 Stand like the sculptor's statue on the gate 
 Of Altorf, that looks life, yet neither breathes 
 Nor stirs. {Albert shoots.) That's better ! 
 
 Emma, William! William !—0 ! 
 To be the parents of a boy like that ! — 
 Why speak you not — and wherefore do you sigh ? 
 What's in your heart, to keep the transport out 
 That fills up mine, when looking on our child, 
 Till it o'erflows mine eye ! {Albert shoots.) 
 
 Tell. You've missed again ! 
 Dost see the mark ? Rivet your eye to it ! 
 There let it stick, fast as the arrow would, 
 Could you but send it there. 
 
 Emma. Why, William, don't 
 You answer me ? {Albert shoots.) 
 
 Tell. Again ! How would you fare, 
 Suppose a wolf should cross your path, and you 
 Alone, with but your bow, and only time 
 To fix a single arrow ? 'Twould not do 
 To miss the wolf! You said the other day, 
 Were you a man, you'd not let Gesler live. ' 
 
 'Twas easy to say that. Suppose you, now, 
 Your life or his depended on that shot ! — 
 Take care ! That's Gesler ! — Now for liberty I 
 Right to the tyrant's heart ! — {Albert shoots, and hits the mark.) 
 Well done, my boy ! 
 
224 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Come here ! — Now, Emma, I will answer you : 
 Do I not love you ? Do I not love our child ? 
 Is not that cottage dear to me, where I 
 Was born ? How many acres would I give 
 That little vineyard for, which I have watched 
 And tended since I was a child ? Those crags 
 And peaks — what spired city would I take 
 To live in, in exchange for them ? Yet what 
 Are these to me ? What is this boy to me ? 
 What art thou, Emma, to me — when a breath 
 Of Gesler's can take all ? 
 
 Emma, O, William ! think 
 How little is that all to him — too little 
 For Gesler, sure, to take. Bethink thee, William, 
 We have no treasure. 
 
 Tell. Have we not ? Have we 
 No treasure ? How ! No treasure ? What ! 
 Have we not liberty ? — that precious ore, 
 That pearl, that gem, the tyrant covets most, 
 Yet can't enjoy himself — for which he drains 
 His coffers of their coin — his land of blood ; 
 Goes without sleep — pines himself sallow — pale — 
 Yea, makes a pawn of his own soul — to strip 
 The wearer of it ! Emma, we have that, 
 And that's enough for Gesler ! 
 
 Emma. Then, indeed, 
 My William, we have much to fear ! 
 
 Tell. We have ; 
 And best it is we know how much. Then, Emma, 
 Make up thy mind, wife ; make it up ! Remember 
 What wives and mothers on these very hills, 
 Once breathed the air you breathe. 
 
 Emma. O, William ! 
 
 Tell. Emma, let the boy alone ; 
 Don't clasp him so — 'twill soften him. Go, sir, 
 See if the valley sends us visitors 
 
 To-day ; some friend, perchance, may need thy guidance. 
 Away! {Exit Albert.) He's better from thee, Emma ; the time 
 Is come, a mother on her breast should fold 
 Her arms, as they had done with such endearments. 
 And bid her children go from her, to hunt 
 For danger, which will presently hunt them — 
 The less to heed it. 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. , 225 
 
 Emma. William, you are right ; 
 The task you set me, I will try to do. 
 I would not live myself to be a slave — 
 No ! woman as I am, I would not, William ! 
 Then choose my course for me ; whate'er it is, 
 I will say ay, and do it, too ; suppose 
 To dress my little stripling for the war, 
 And take him by the hand, to lead him to't ! 
 Yes, I would do it at thy bidding, William, 
 Without a tear ; I say that I would do it — 
 But, now I only talk of doing it, 
 I ean't help shedding one ! (Weeps.) 
 
 Tell. Did I not choose thee 
 From out the fairest of the maids of Uri, 
 Less that in beauty thou didst them surpass. 
 Than that thy soul that beauty overmatched ? 
 Do I wonder, then. 
 
 To find thee equal to the task of virtue. 
 Although a hard one ? No, I wonder not. 
 Why should I, Emma, make thy heart acquainted 
 With ills I could shut out from it — rude guests 
 For such a home ! When I wedded thee, 
 The land was free. O ! with what pride I used 
 To walk these hills, and look up to my God, 
 And bless him that it was so. It was free — 
 From end to end, from cliff to lake, 'twas free ! 
 Free as the torrents are, that leap our rocks, 
 Or as our peaks, that wear their caps of snow, 
 In very presence of the regal sun ! 
 How happy was I in it then ! I loved 
 Its very storms ! Yes, Emma, I have sat 
 In my boat at night, when, midway o'er the lake, 
 The stars went out, and down the mountain gorge 
 The wind came roaring — I have sat and eyed 
 The thunder breaking from his cloud, and smiled 
 To see him shake his lightnings o'er my head. 
 And cried in thraldom to that furious wind, 
 Blow on ! This is the land of liberty ! 
 
 Emma. I almost see thee on that fearful pass ; 
 And yet, so seeing thee, I have a feeling 
 Forbids me wonder that thou didst so. 
 
 Tell. 'Tis 
 A feeling must not breathe where Gesler breathes, 
 
226 , RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 But may within these arms. List, Emma, list ! 
 A league is made to pull the tyrant down, 
 E'en from his seat upon the rock of Altorf. 
 Four hearts have staked their blood upon the cast, 
 And mine is one of them. 
 
 Emma. I did not start ; — 
 Tell me more, William ! 
 
 Tell. I will tell thee all.— 
 
 AIL (Without.) O, father! 
 Old Melctal. ( Without.) Tell !■— Tell !— William ! 
 
 Emma. Don't you know 
 That voice ? 
 
 {Enter Old Melctal, Hind, led by Albert.) 
 
 Old M. Where art thou, William ? 
 
 Tell. Who is't ? 
 
 Emma. Do you not know him ? 
 
 Tell. No !— It cannot be 
 The voice of Melctal ! 
 
 Alb. Father, it is Melctal ! 
 
 Emma. What ails you, Tell? 
 
 Alb. O, father, speak to him, 
 
 Emma. What passion shakes you thus ? 
 
 Tell. His eyes — where are they ? — 
 Melctal has eyes, 
 
 OldM. Tell! Tell. 
 
 Tell. 'Tis Melctal's voice. 
 Where are his eyes 1 Have they put out his eyes ? 
 Father, speak ; pronounce the name 
 Of Gesler! 
 
 Old M. Gesler ! 
 
 Tell. Gesler has torn out 
 The old man's eyes ! — Erni ! 
 Where's Erni ? Where's thy son ? Is he alive, 
 And are his father's eyes torn out ? 
 
 Old M. He Hves, my William, 
 But knows it not. 
 
 Tell. When he shall know it ! Heavens ! 
 When he shall know it ! — I am not thy son, 
 Yet— 
 
 Emma. {Alarmed at his increasing vehemence.) William ! 
 William ! 
 
 Alb. Father! 
 
 Tell. Could I find 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 227 
 
 Something to tear — to rend, were worth it ! — something 
 
 Most ravenous and bloody ! — something like 
 
 Gesler ! — a wolf ! — no, no ! a wolf's a lamb 
 
 To Gesler ! I would let 
 
 The wolf go free for Gesler ! — Water ! water ! 
 
 Old M. What ails thee, William ? 
 I pray thee, William, let me hear thy voice ! 
 That's not thy voice ! 
 
 Tell. I cannot speak to thee ! 
 
 Emma, {Returning with a vessel of water.) Here, William ! 
 
 Tell. Emma ! 
 
 Emma. Drink ! 
 
 Tell, I cannot drink ! 
 
 Emma. Your eyes are fixed. 
 
 Tell. Melctal ! — he has no eyes ! (Bursts into tears.) 
 The poor old man ! {Falls on MelctaVs neck.) 
 
 Old M. I feel thee, Tell ! I care not 
 That I have lost my eyes. I feel thy tears — 
 They're more to me than eyes ! 
 
 Tell. Here, here, sit down, father. ( Tell and Emma help 
 him to a seat.) 
 I'm in such glee 
 
 For work — so eager to be doing — have 
 Such stomach for revenge, I scarce can wait ! 
 My bow and quiver ! {Emma and Albert hand them.) Ges- 
 ler was by ? 
 
 Old M. Was by. 
 
 Tell. More arrows for my quiver. 
 And looking on ? 
 
 Old M. And looking on. 
 
 Tell. {Putting arrows into his quiver.) 'Twill do ! 
 He would dine after that, and say a grace. 
 Good heavens ! to tear a man's eyes out, and then 
 Thank God ! My staff! He'd have his wine, too. How 
 The man could look at it, and drink it off, 
 And not grow sick at the color on't ! Enough ; 
 Put by the rest. {To Emma, who has brought him a bundle of 
 arrows.) I'll grow more calm. {The expression of Em' 
 ma's countenance, as she assists to equip him, catches his 
 eye.) 
 I thank thee for that look ! 
 Now seemest thou like some kind o'erseeing angel. 
 Thou wouldst not stay me 1 
 
228 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Emma. No. 
 
 TelL Nor thy boy, if I required his service ? 
 
 Emma. No, William. 
 
 Tell. Make him ready, Emma. 
 
 OMM. No, 
 Not Albert, William. 
 
 Emma. Yes, even Albert, father. 
 Thy cap and wallet, boy — thy mountain staff — 
 Where hast thou laid it ? Find it — haste ! Don't keep 
 Thy father waiting. He is ready, William. 
 
 (^Leading Albert up to Tell.) 
 
 Tell. Well done — well done ! I thank you, love — I thank 
 you ! 
 Now mark me, Albert ; dost thou fear the snow, 
 The ice-field, or the hail-flaw ? Carest thou for 
 The mountain mist, that settles on the peak 
 When thou'rt upon it ? Dost thou tremble at 
 The torrent roaring from the deep ravine. 
 Along whose shaking ledge, thy track doth lie ? 
 Or faintest thou at the thunder-clap, when on 
 The hill thou art o'ertaken by the cloud. 
 And it doth burst around thee ? Thou must travel 
 All night. 
 
 Alb. I'm ready. Say all night again. 
 
 Tell. The mountains are to cross, for thou must reach 
 Mount Faigel by the dawn. 
 
 Alb. Not sooner shall 
 The dawn be there, than I. 
 
 Tell. Heaven speeding thee ! 
 
 Alb. Heaven speeding me ! 
 
 Tell. Show me thy staff. Art sure 
 O' the point 1 I think 'tis loose. No — stay- — 'twill do ! 
 Caution is speed, when danger's to be passed. 
 Examine well the crevice — do not trust 
 The snow ! 'Tis well there is a moon to-night. 
 You're sure o' the track 1 
 
 Alb. Quite sure. 
 
 Tell. The buskin of 
 That leg's untied. Stoop down and fasten it. 
 You know the point where you must round the cliff? 
 
 Alb. I do. 
 
 Tell. Thy belt is slack — draw't tight. 
 Erni is in Mount Faigel : take this dagger, 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 229 
 
 And give it him. You know its caverns well ; 
 In one of them you'll find him. Bid thy mother 
 Farewell. Come, boy ; we go a mile together. 
 Father, thy hand. {Shakes hands with Old Melctal.) 
 
 Old M, How firm thy grasp is, William. 
 
 Tell, There is resolution in it, father, 
 Will keep. 
 
 Old M, I cannot see thine eye, but I know 
 How it looks. 
 
 Tell. I'll tell thee how it looks. List, father, 
 List. Father, thou shalt be revenged ! My Emma, 
 Melctal's thy father ; that's his home till I 
 Return. Yes, father, thou shalt be revenged ! 
 Lead him in, Emma, lead him in ; the sun 
 Grows hot — the old man's weak and faint. Mind, father, 
 Mind, thou shalt be revenged ! In, wife — in, in. 
 Thou shalt be sure revenged ! Come, Albert. {Emma and 
 
 Melctal enter the cottage, — Exeunt Tell and Albert, hastily,) 
 
 Scene 4. — A Mountain, with mist. 
 
 {Enter Gesler, with a hunting pole. ) 
 Gesler, Alone, alone ! and every step the mist 
 
 Thickens around me ! On these mountain tracks 
 
 1^0 lose one's way, they say, is sometimes death. 
 
 What hoa ! holloa ! — No tongue replies to me ! 
 
 What thunder hath the horror of this silence ! 
 
 Cursed slaves ! 
 
 To let me wander from them ! {Thunder.) Hoa ! — holloa ! — 
 
 My voice sounds weaker to mine ear ; I've not 
 
 The strength to call I had, and through my hmbs 
 
 Cold tremor runs, and sickening faintness seizes 
 
 On my heart ! O, heaven, have mercy ! Do not see 
 
 The color of the hands I lift to thee ! 
 
 Look only on the strait wherein I stand, 
 
 And pity it ! Let me not sink I Uphold — 
 
 Support me ! Mercy ! mercy ! {He falls^ from faintness.) 
 {Enter Albert,) 
 Alb. I'll breathe upon this level, if the wind 
 
 Will let me. Ha ! a rock to shelter me ! 
 
 Thanks to't. A man, and fainting ! Courage, friend, 
 
 Courage ! A stranger, that has lost his way~ 
 20 
 
230 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Take heart — take heart ; you're safe. How feel you now ? 
 
 (Gives him drink, from ajlask») 
 
 Ges, Better. 
 
 *^lb. You have lost your way upon the hill ? 
 
 Ges, I have. 
 
 ^Ib. And whither would you go ? 
 
 Ges. To Altorf. 
 
 *dlb, I'll guide you thither. 
 
 Ges, You're a child. 
 
 Alb, I know 
 The way : the track I've come is harder far 
 To find. 
 
 Ges, The track you've come ! What mean you ? Sure 
 You have not been still farther in the mountains ? 
 
 Alb, I've traveled from Mount Faigel. 
 
 Ges, No one with thee ? 
 
 Alb, No one but God. 
 
 Ges, Do you not fear these storms ? 
 
 Alb. God's in the storm. 
 
 Ges, And there are torrents, too, 
 That must be crossed. 
 
 Alb, God's by the torrent, too. 
 
 Ges. You're but a child. 
 
 Alb, God will be with a child. 
 
 Ges. You're sure you know the way ? 
 
 Alb, 'Tis but to keep 
 The side of yonder stream. 
 
 Ges, But guide me safe, 
 I'll give thee gold. 
 
 Alb, I'll guide thee safe, without. 
 
 Ges, Here's earnest for thee. {Offers gold.) Here — I'll 
 double that, 
 Yea, treble it, but let me see the gate 
 Of Altorf. Why do you refuse the gold ? 
 Tak't. 
 
 Alb, No. 
 
 Ges, You shall. 
 
 Alb. I will not. 
 
 Ges, Why 1 
 
 Alb, Because 
 I do not covet it ; and, though I did, 
 It would be wrong to take it as the price 
 Of doing one a kindness. 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 231 
 
 Ges. Ha ! — who taught 
 Thee that ? 
 
 Alb. My father. 
 
 Ges» Does he live in Altorf ? 
 
 Alb. No, in the mountains. 
 
 Ges, How ! — a mountaineer ? 
 He should become a tenant of the city ; 
 He'd gain by't. 
 
 Alb, Not so much as he might lose by't. 
 
 Ges. What might he lose by't 1 
 
 Alb, Liberty. 
 
 Ges. Indeed ! 
 He also taught thee that ? 
 
 Alb, He did. 
 
 Ges, His name ? 
 
 Alb. This is the way to Altorf, sir. 
 
 Ges, I'd know 
 Thy father's name. 
 
 Alb, The day is wasting — we 
 Have far to go. 
 
 Ges. Thy father's name, I say ? 
 
 Alh. I will not tell it thee. 
 
 Ges, Not tell it me ! 
 Why? 
 
 Alb, You may be an enemy of his. 
 
 Ges, May be a friend. 
 
 Alb, May be ; but should you be 
 An enemy — although I would not tell you 
 My father's name, I'd guide you safe to Altorf. 
 Will you follow me 1 
 
 Ges, Ne'er mind thy father's name : ^ 
 
 What would it profit me to know't ? Thy hand ; 
 We are not enemies. 
 
 Alb, I never had 
 An enemy. 
 
 Ges. Lead on. 
 Alb, Advance your staff. 
 As you descend, and fix it well. Come on. 
 Ges, What, must we take that steep ? 
 Alb. 'Tis nothing. Come, 
 I'll go before — ne'er fear. Come on — come on ! (Exeunt.) 
 
232 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Scene 5.— The gate of Altorf. 
 
 {Enter Gesler and Albert.) 
 
 Alb. You're at the gate of Altorf. {Returning.) 
 
 Ges. Tarry, boy ! 
 
 Alb. I would be gone ; I am waited for. 
 
 Ges. Come back ! 
 Who waits for thee ? Come, tell me ; I am rich 
 And powerful, and can reward. 
 
 Alb. 'Tis close 
 On evening ; I have far to go ! I'm late. 
 
 Ges. Stay ! I can punish, too. 
 Boy, do you know me ? 
 
 Alb. No. 
 
 Ges. Why fear you, then, 
 To trust me with your father's name ? — Speak ! 
 
 Alb. Why 
 Do you desire to know it ? 
 
 Ges. You have served me, 
 And I would thank him, if 1 chanced to pass 
 His dwelling. 
 
 Alb. 'Twould not please him that a service 
 So trifling should be made so much of ! 
 
 Ges. Trifling ? 
 You've saved my life. 
 
 Alb. Then do not question me. 
 But let me go. 
 
 Ges. When I have learned from thee 
 Thy father's name. What hoa ! {Knocks at the gate,) 
 
 Sentinel. {Within.) Who's there? ■ 
 
 Ges. Gesler ! ( The gate is opened.) 
 
 Alb. Ha, Gesler! 
 
 Ges. {To the Soldiers.) — Seize him ! — Wilt thou tell m© 
 Thy father's name ? 
 
 .dlb. No ! 
 
 Ges. I can bid them cast thee 
 Into a dungeon ! Wilt thou tell it now ? 
 
 Jilb. No ! 
 
 Ges. I can bid them strangle thee ! Wilt tell it ? 
 
 Alb. Never ! 
 
 Ges. Away with him ! Send Sarnem to me. 
 
 {Soldiers lead off Albert.) 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 233 
 
 Behind that boy, I see the shadow of 
 
 A hand must wear my fetters, or 'twill try 
 
 To strip me of my power. How I loathed the free 
 
 And fearless air with which he trod the hill ! 
 
 But he's in my power ! — Some way 
 
 To find the parent nest of this fine eaglet, 
 
 And harrow it ! I'd like to clip the broad 
 
 And full-grown wing, that taught his tender pinion 
 
 So bold a flight ! 
 
 {Enter Sarnem.) 
 
 Ges. Ha, Sarnem ! Have the slaves 
 Attended me, returned ? 
 
 Sarnem. They have. 
 
 Ges. You'll see 
 That every one of them be laid in fetters ? 
 
 Sar, I will. 
 
 Ges. Didst see the boy ? 
 
 Sar. That passed me ? 
 
 Ges. Yes. 
 
 Sar, A mountaineer. 
 
 Ges. You'd say so, saw you him 
 Upon the hills ; he walks them like their lord ! 
 I tell thee, Sarnem, looking on that boy, 
 I felt I was not master of those hills. 
 He has a father — neither promises 
 Nor threats could draw from him his name — a father 
 Who talks to him of liberty ! I fear 
 That man. 
 
 Sar. He may be found. 
 
 Ges. He must ; and, soon 
 As found, disposed of. I can see the man ; 
 He is as palpable to my sight, as if 
 He stood like you, before me. I can see him 
 Scaling that rock ; yea, I can feel him, Sarnem, 
 As I were in his grasp, and he about 
 To hurl me o'er yon parapet! I live 
 In danger, till I find that man ! Send parties 
 Into the mountains, to explore them far 
 And wide ; and if they chance to light upon 
 A father, who expects his child, command them 
 To drag him straight before us. Sarnem, Sarnem, 
 They are not yet subdued. Some way to prove 
 Their spirit ! — Take this cap, and have it set 
 20* 
 
234 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Upon a pole in the market-place, and see 
 That one and all do bow to it ; whoe'er 
 Resists, or pays the homage sullenly, 
 Our bonds await him. Sarnem, see it done. 
 
 [Exit Sarnem.) 
 We need not fear the spirit that would rebel, 
 But dares not : — that which dares, we will not fear. 
 
 (Exit, accompanied by Soldiers.) 
 
 Scene 6.— The Market-Place. 
 
 (Burghers and Peasants, with Pierre, Theodore, and Savoy^ 
 ards, discovered.) 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Pierre. Come, come, another strain. 
 
 Theodore. A cheerful one. 
 
 Savoyards. What shall it be ? 
 
 Theo. No matter, so 'tis gay. 
 Begin ! 
 
 Sav. You'll join the burden ? 
 
 Theo. Never fear. 
 Go on. 
 
 (Savoyard sings, during which Tell and Verner enter ; the for- 
 mer leans upon his how, and listens gloomily. ) 
 
 The Savoyard from clime to clime, 
 Tunes his strain, and sings his rhyme ; 
 And still, whatever clime he sees. 
 His eye is bright, his heart's at ease. 
 For gentle, simple — all reward 
 The labors of the Savoyard. 
 
 The rich forget their pride — the great 
 Forget the splendor of their state, 
 Whene'er the Savoyard they meet. 
 And list his song, and say 'tis sweet ; 
 For titled, wealthy — none regard 
 The fortune of the Savoyard. 
 
 But never looks his eye so bright. 
 
 And never feels his heart so light. 
 
 As when in beauty's smile he sees ] 
 
 His strain is sweet, his rhyme doth please. , 1 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 235 
 
 O that's the praise doth best reward 
 The labors of the Savoyard. 
 
 But, though the rich retained their pride, 
 And though the great their praise denied, — 
 Though beauty pleased his song to slight, 
 His heart would snaile, his eye be bright : 
 His strain itself would still reward 
 The labors of the Savoyard. 
 
 {The people shout, laugh, ^-c.) 
 
 Ver. Now, Tell, 
 Observe the people. ( The people have gathered to one side, 
 and look in the opposite direction, with apprehension and 
 trouble.) 
 
 Tell. Ha ! they please me now — I like them now — their 
 looks 
 Are just in season. There has surely been 
 Some shifting of the wind, upon such brightness, 
 To bring so sudden lowering. 
 
 Ver. We shall see. 
 
 Pie. 'Tis Sarnem ! 
 
 Theo, (Looking out.) What is that he brings with him ? 
 
 Pie. A pole ; and on the top of it, a cap 
 That looks like Gesler's — I could pick it fron\ 
 A hundred ! 
 
 Theo. So could I ! — My heart hath oft 
 Leaped at the sight of it. What comes he now 
 To do? 
 (Enter Sarnem, with Soldiers, hearing Gesler^s cap upon a pole, 
 
 which he fixes into the ground ; the people looking on, in si- 
 
 lence and amazement. The guards station themselves on the 
 
 right of the pole.) 
 
 Sar. Ye men of Altorf ! 
 Behold the emblem of your master's power 
 And dignity. This is the cap of Gesler, 
 Your governor ; let all bow down to it, 
 Who owe him love and loyalty. To such 
 As shall refuse this lawful homage, or 
 Accord it sullenly, he shows no grace, 
 But dooms them to the penalty of bondage, 
 Till they're instructed. 'Tis no less their gain 
 Than duty, to obey their master's mandate. 
 
236 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Conduct the people hither, one by one, 
 To bow to Gesler's cap. 
 
 Tell, Have I my hearing ? ( Feasants pass^ taking off their 
 hats and bowing to Gesler^s cap, as they pass,) 
 
 Ver. Away ! Away ! 
 
 Tell. Or sight ?— They do it, Verner ! 
 They do it ! — Look ! — Ne'er call me man again ! 
 I'll herd with baser animals ! 
 Look ! — look ! Have I the outline of that caitiff, 
 Who to the servile earth doth bend the crown, 
 His God did rear for him to heaven ? 
 
 Ver. Away, 
 Before they mark us. 
 
 Tell. No ! no !--Since I've tasted, 
 ril e'en feed on. 
 
 A spirit's in me likes it. I will not budge, 
 Whatever be the cost ! 
 
 Sar. (Striking a person,) Bow lower, slave ! 
 
 Tell. Do you feel 
 That blow — my flesh doth tingle with't, 
 I would it had been I ! 
 
 Ver, You tremble, William. Come, you must not stay. 
 
 Tell Why not ?— What harm is there ? I tell thee, Verner, 
 I know no difference 'twixt enduring wrong, 
 And living in the fear on't. 
 
 (Enter Michael, through the crowd.) 
 
 Sar. Bow, slave ! (Tell stops, and turns.) 
 
 Mic, For what ? (Laughs.) 
 
 Sar. Obey, and question then. 
 
 Mic. I'll question now, perhaps not then obey. 
 
 Tell. A man ! — a man ! 
 
 Sar, 'Tis Gesler's will that all 
 Bow to that cap. 
 
 Mic. Were it thy lady's cap, 
 I'd courtesy to it. 
 
 Sar. Do you mock us, friend ? 
 
 Mic. Not I. I'll bow to Gesler, if you please ; 
 But not his cap, nor cap of any he 
 In Christendom ! 
 
 Tell Well done ! 
 The lion thinks as much of cowering. 
 
 Sar. Once for all, bow to that cap. 
 Do you hear me, slave 1 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 237 
 
 Mic, Slave ! 
 
 Tell. A man ! — I'll swear, a man ! Don't hold me, Verner. 
 
 Sar. Villain, bow 
 To Gesler's cap ! 
 
 3Iic, No — not to Gesler's self! 
 
 Sar. Seize him ! 
 
 TelL (Rushing forward.) Off, off, you base and hireling 
 pack ! 
 Lay not your brutal touch upon the thing 
 God made in his own image. 
 
 Sar. What ! shrink you, cowards ? Must I do 
 Your duty for you ? 
 
 TelL Let them but stir — I've scattered 
 A flock of wolves, that did outnumber them, — 
 For sport I did it. Sport ! — I scattered them 
 With but a staff, not half so thick as this. 
 {Wrests SarnenCs weapon fromliim. Sarnemjlies. Soldiers jiy.) 
 Ye men of Altorf, 
 
 What fear ye ? See what things you fear — the shows 
 And surfaces of men ! Why stand you wondering there ? 
 Why gaze you thus with blanched cheeks upon me ? 
 Lack you the manhood even to look on, 
 And see bold deeds achieved by others' hands ? 
 Or is't that cap still holds your thralls to fear 1 
 Be free, then ! There ! Thus do I trample on 
 The insolence of Gesler ! {Throws down the pole.) 
 
 Sar. {Suddenly entering, with soldiers.) Seize him ! 
 
 {All the people^ except Verner and Michael, fly.) 
 
 Tell. Ha! 
 Surrounded ? 
 
 Mic. Stand !— I'll back thee ! 
 
 Ver. Madman! — Hence! {Forces Michael off .) 
 
 Sar. Upon him, slaves! — Upon him all at once! {Tell, 
 after a struggle, is secured, and they proceed to chain him.) 
 
 Tell. Slave ! 
 
 Sar. Rail on ; thy tongue has vet its freedom. 
 
 Tell Slave ! 
 
 Sar. On to the castle with him — forward ! 
 
 Tell. Slave ! {Exeunt.) 
 
238 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Scene 7. — A Chamber in the Castle. 
 
 {Enter Gesler, with Rodolph, Lutold, Gerard, Officers^ Sarnem, 
 and Soldiers, with Tell, in chains.) 
 
 Sar. Down, slave ! 
 Behold the governor. Down ! down ! and beg 
 For mercy ! 
 
 Ges. {Seated,) Does he hear? 
 
 Sar. Submission, slave ! Thy knee !— thy knee ! 
 Or with thy life thou playest. 
 
 RodolpL Let's force him to 
 The ground. 
 
 Ges. Can I believe my eyes? He smiles! 
 
 Gerard. Why don't you smite him for that look ? 
 
 Ges. He grasps 
 His chains as he would make a weapon of them, 
 To lay the smiter dead. 
 
 Why don't they take him from my sight ? — they stand 
 Like things entranced by some magician's spell ! — 
 
 {Rises.) They must not see 
 Me thus. Come, draw thy breath with ease — thou'rt Gesler-r- 
 Their lord : and he's a slave thou lookest upon ! — 
 Why speakest thou not ? 
 
 Tell. For wonder. 
 
 Ges. Wonder ! 
 
 Tell. Yes, M|i 
 
 That thou shouldst seem a man. =^l 
 
 Ges. What should I seem ? 
 
 Tell. A monster ! 
 
 Ges. Ha ! Beware — think on thy chains. 
 
 Tell. Though they were double, and did weigh me down 
 Prostrate to the earth, methinks I could rise up 
 Erect with nothing but the honest pride 
 Of telling thee, usurper, to the teeth, 
 Thou art a monster ! Think upon my chains ! 
 How came they on me ? 
 
 Ges. Darest thou question me ? 
 
 Tell. Darest thou not answer ? 
 
 Ges. Do I hear ? 
 
 Tell. Thou dost. 
 
 Ges, Beware my vengeance ! 
 
 Tell Can it more than kill ? 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTDIENTAL, 239 
 
 Ges, Enough — it can do that. 
 
 Tell. No ; not enough : 
 It cannot take away the grace of life- 
 Its comeliness of look that virtue gives — 
 Its port erect with consciousness of truth — 
 Its rich attire of honorable deeds — 
 Its fair report that's rife on good men's tongues ; 
 It cannot lay its hands on these, no more 
 Than it can pluck his brightness from the sun, 
 Or with polluted finger tarnish it. 
 
 Ges. But it can make thee writhe. 
 
 Tell It may. 
 
 Ges, And groan. 
 
 Tell. It may ; and I may cry 
 Go on, though it should make me groao again. 
 
 Ges, Whence comest thou 1 
 
 Tell, From the mountains. Wouldst thou learn 
 What news from them ? 
 
 Ges, Caast tell me any 1 
 
 Tell. Ay ; 
 They watch no more the avalanche. 
 
 Ges. Why so 1 
 
 Tell. Because they look for thee ! The hurricane 
 Comes unawares upon them ; from its bed 
 The torrent breaks, and finds them in its track — 
 
 Ges, What do they then ? 
 
 Tell. Thank heaven, it is not thou ! 
 Thou hast perverted nature in them. 
 There's not a blessing heaven vouchsafes them, but 
 The thought of thee doth wither to a curse. 
 
 Ges, That's right ! I'd have them like their hills, 
 That ne'er smile, though wanton summer tempt 
 Them e'er so much. 
 
 Tell, But they do sometimes smile. 
 
 Ges. Ay ! — when is that? [Crosses.) 
 
 Tell, When they do talk of rengeance. 
 
 Ges, Vengeance ! Dare 
 They talk of that 1 
 
 Tell. Ay, and expect it, too. 
 
 Ges, From whence 1 
 Tell, From heaven ! 
 
 Ges, From heaven ? 
 
 Tell, And the true hands 
 
240 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Are lifted up to it on every hill, 
 For justice on thee. 
 
 Ges. Where's thy abode? 
 
 Tell. I told thee — in the mountains. 
 
 Ges, Art married ? 
 
 TelL Yes. 
 
 Ges. And hast a family ? 
 
 Tell. A son. 
 
 Ges. A son! {Crosses.) 
 Sarnem ! 
 
 Sar. My lord, the boy ! (Gesler signs to Sarnem to keep 
 silence, and, whispering, sends him off.) 
 
 Tell. The boy !— what boy ? 
 Is't mine ? — And have they netted my young fledgeling ? 
 Now heaven support me, if they have ! — He'll own me, 
 And share his father's ruin ! But a look 
 Would put him on his guard — yet how to give it ! 
 Now, heart, thy nerve : forget thou'rt flesh — be rock. 
 They come — they come ! 
 That step — that step — that little step, so light 
 Upon the ground, how heavy does it fall 
 Upon my heart ! I feel my child ! — 'tis he ! 
 We can but perish. 
 
 {Enter Sarnem^ with Albert, whose eyes are riveted on TelVs 
 bow, which Sarnem carries.) 
 
 Alb. {Aside.) 'Tis my father's bow. 
 For there's my father. 
 
 Sar. See! 
 
 Alb. What ? 
 
 Sar. Look there ! 
 
 Alb. 1 do ; what would you have 
 Me see ? 
 
 Sar. Thy father. 
 
 Alb. My father ! 
 
 Tell. My boy — my boy ! — my own brave boy ! He's safe ! 
 
 Sar. {Aside, to Gesler.) They're like each other. 
 
 Ges. Yet I see no sign 
 Of recognition, to betray the link 
 Unites a father and his child. 
 
 Sar. My lord, 
 I'm sure it is his father. Look at them. 
 It may be 
 
 A preconcerted thing 'gainst such a chance, 
 That they survey each other coldly thus. 
 
SERIOTJS AND SENTIMENTAL. 241 
 
 Ges. {Rises.) We shall try. 
 Lead forth the caitiff. 
 
 Sar. To a dungeon ? 
 
 Ges, No; 
 Into the court. 
 
 Sar. The court, my lord ! 
 
 Ges. And send 
 To tell the headsman to make ready. Quick ! 
 The slave shall die ! You marked the boy ? . •' 
 
 Sar. I did. 
 He started — 'tis his father. 
 
 Ges. We shall see. 
 Away with him ! 
 
 Tell. Stop!— Stay! 
 
 Ges, What would you ? 
 
 Tell. Time,— 
 A little time to call my thoughts together. 
 
 Ges. Thou shalt not have a minute. 
 
 Tell. Some one, then, 
 To speak with. 
 
 Ges. Hence with him ! 
 
 Tell, A moment — stop ! 
 Let me speak to the boy. 
 
 Ges. Is he thy son ? 
 
 Tell. And if 
 He were, art thou so lost to nature, as 
 To send me forth to die before his face ? 
 
 Ges. Well, speak with him. Now, Sarnem, mark them 
 well. (Albert goes to Tell.) 
 
 Tell. Thou dost not know me, boy ; and well for thee 
 Thou dost not. I'm the father of a son 
 About thy age. Thou, 
 I see, wast born, like him, upon the hills : 
 If thou shouldst 'scape thy present thraldom, he 
 May chance to cross thee ; if he should, I pray thee 
 Relate to him what has been passing here, 
 And say I laid my hand upon thy head. 
 And said to thee — if he were here, as thou art, 
 Thus would I bless him : Mayst thou live, my boy, 
 To see thy country free, or die for her, 
 As I do ! 
 
 Sar. Mark ! — He weeps. 
 
 Tell. Were he my son, 
 ?,I 
 
242 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 He would not shed a tear : he would remember 
 The cliff where he was bred, and learned to scan 
 A thousand fathoms depth of nether air ; 
 Where he was trained to hear the thunder talk, 
 And meet the lightning eye to eye ! Where last 
 We spoke together — when I told him death 
 Bestowed the brightest gem that graces life, 
 Embraced for virtue's sake, — he shed a tear ! 
 Now, were he by, I'd talk to him, and his cheek 
 Should never blanch, nor moisture dim his eye. — 
 I'd talk to him— 
 
 Sar. He falters. 
 
 Tell. 'Tis too nnuch ! 
 And yet it must be done ! I'd talk to him — 
 
 Ges, Of what ? 
 
 Tell. {Turns to Gesler.) The mother, tyrant, thou dost 
 make 
 A widow of! I'd talk to him of her. {Turns to Albert.) 
 I'd bid him tell her, next to liberty. 
 Her name was the last word my lips pronounced ; 
 And I would charge him never to forget 
 To love and cherish her, as he would have 
 His father's dying blessing rest upon him ! 
 
 Sar. You see, as he doth prompt, the other acts. 
 
 Tell. {Aside.) So well he bears it, he doth vanquish me. 
 My boy ! my boy ! — Oh, for the hills — the hills ; 
 To see him bound along their tops again, 
 With hberty ! 
 
 Sar. Was there not all the father in that look ? 
 
 Ges. Yet, 'tis against nature. 
 
 Sar. Not if he believes 
 To own the son, would be to make him share 
 The father's death. 
 
 Ges. I did not think of that — 'Tis well 
 The boy is not thy son : I've destined him 
 To die along with thee. 
 
 Tell To die! For what? 
 
 Ges. For having braved my power, as thou hast. 
 Lead them forth. 
 
 Tell He's but a child. 
 
 Ges. Away with them ! 
 
 Tell. Perhaps an only child. 
 
 Ges, No matter. 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 243 
 
 Tell He 
 May have a mother. 
 
 Ges. So the viper hath ; 
 And yet, who spares it for the mother's sake ? 
 
 Tell. I talk to stone ! I talk to it as though 
 *Twere flesh, and know 'tis none. I'll talk to it 
 No more. Coma, my boy, 
 I taught thee how to live — I'll show thee how 
 To die— 
 
 Ges. He is thy child ? 
 
 Tell. {Embraces Albert.) He is my child ! 
 
 Ges. I've wrung a tear from him ! Thy name ? 
 
 Tell. My name ?— 
 It matters not to keep it from thee, now ; 
 My name is Tell. 
 
 Ges. Tell !— William Tell ? 
 
 Tell. The same. 
 
 Ges. What ! he so famed 'bove all his countrymen, 
 For guiding o'er the stormy lake, the boat ? 
 And such a master of his bow, 'tis said 
 His arrows never miss ! — Indeed — I'll take 
 Exquisite vengeance ! — Mark ! I'll spare thy life, 
 Thy boy's too. — Both of you are free — on one 
 Condition. 
 
 Tell, Name it. 
 
 Ges. I would see you make 
 A trial of your skill, with that same bow 
 You shoot so well with. 
 
 Tell. Name the trial you 
 Would have me make. {Tell looks on Albert.) 
 
 Ges. You look upon your boy, ^ 
 
 As though instinctively you guessed it. 
 
 Tell. Look 
 Upon my boy ! — What mean you ? — Look upon 
 My boy, as though I guessed it. Guessed the trial 
 You'd have me make ! Guessed it 
 Instinctively ! You do not mean — no — no — 
 You would not have me make a trial of 
 My skill upon my child ! Impossible ! 
 I do not guess your meaning. 
 
 Ges. I would see 
 Thee hit an apple at the distance of 
 A hundred paces. 
 
244 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Tell Is my boy to hold it ? 
 
 Ges. No. 
 
 Tell, No ! — rU send the arrow through the core ? 
 
 Ges. It is to rest upon his head. 
 
 TelL Great heaven, 
 Thou hearest him ! 
 
 Ges. Thou dost hear the choice I give — 
 Such trial of the skill thou'rt master of, 
 Or death to both of you, not otherwise 
 To be escaped. 
 
 TelL Oh, monster ! 
 
 Ges, Wilt thou do it ? 
 
 Alb. He will ! he will ! 
 
 TelL Ferocious monster ! Make 
 A father murder his own child ! 
 
 Ges, Take off 
 His chains, if he consent. 
 
 TelL With his own hand ! 
 
 Ges, Does he consent ? 
 
 Alh, He does. (Gesler signs to his officers, who proceed 
 to take off TelVs chains — Tell all the while unconscious 
 of what they do.) 
 
 TelL With his own hand ! 
 Murder his child with his own hand ! 
 The hand I've led him, when an infant, by ! 
 'Tis beyond horror — 'tis most horrible 
 Amazement ! {His chains fall off. ) What's that you have 
 
 done to me 1 
 Villains! {To the guards.) Put on my chains again. My 
 
 hands 
 Are free from blood ; and have no gust for it, 
 That they should drink my child's ! — Here ! — here ! — I'll not 
 Murder my boy for Gesler. 
 
 Alb, Father— father ! 
 You will not hit me, father ! 
 
 TelL Hit thee !— Send 
 The arrow through thy brain — or, missing that. 
 Shoot out an eye — or, if thine eye escapes, 
 Mangle the cheek I've seen thy mother's lips 
 Cover with kisses ! — Hit thee ! — Hit a hair 
 Of thee, and cleave thy mother's heart. 
 
 Ges, Dost thou consent ? 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 245 
 
 TelL Give me my bow and quiver. 
 
 Ges. For what ? 
 
 Tell To shoot my boy ! 
 
 Alb. No, father ! no, 
 To save me ! — You'll be sure to hit the apple. 
 Will you not save me, father ? 
 
 Tell. Lead me forth. — 
 I'll make the trial ! 
 
 Alb, Thank you ! 
 
 TelL Thank me !— Do 
 You know for what? — I will not make the trial, 
 To take him lo his mother in my arms, 
 And lay him down a corse before her! (Crosses.) 
 
 Ges. Then 
 He dies this moment ; and you certainly 
 Do murder him, whose life you have a chance 
 To save, and will not use it. 
 
 Tell. Well— I'll do it : 
 I'll make the trial. 
 
 Alb, {Runs up to Tell, and embraces him.) Father ? 
 
 Tell. Speak not to me : 
 Let me not hear thy voice — thou must be dumb ; 
 And so should all things be — earth should be dumb ! 
 And heaven — unless its thunders muttered at 
 The deed, and sent a bolt to stop it ! — Give me 
 My bow and quiver ! 
 
 Ges. When all's ready. 
 / Tell. Well! 
 Lead on ! (Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 8.— Without the Castle. 
 
 (Enter slowly^ people in evident distress — Rodolph, Officers, 
 Sarnem, Gesler, Tell, Albert — a Soldier, bearing TelVs 
 bow and quiver, another with a basket of apples — Soldiers, Sfc) 
 Ges. That is your ground. Now shall they measure thence 
 
 A hundred paces. Take the distance. 
 Tell. Ts 
 
 The line a true one ? 
 
 Ges. True or not, what is't 
 
 To thee? 
 
 Tell. What is't to me ? A little thing, 
 
 A very little thing — a yard or two, 
 21* 
 
246 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Is nothing here or there — were it a wolf 
 I shot at ! Never mind. 
 
 Ges» Be thankful, slave, 
 Our grace accords thee life on any terms. 
 
 Tell. I will be thankful, Gesler !— Villain, stop ! 
 You measure to the sun. 
 
 Ges. And what of that ? 
 What matter, whether to or from the sun ? 
 
 Tell. I'd have it at my back. — The sun should shine 
 Upon the mark, and not on him that shoots. 
 I cannot see to shoot against the sun. — 
 I will not shoot against the sun ! 
 
 Ges, Give him his way ! — Thou hast cause to bless my 
 mercy. 
 
 Tell. I shall remember it. I'd like to see 
 The apple I'm to shoot at. 
 
 Ges. Show me 
 The basket ! — There ! — {Gives a very small apple.) 
 
 Tell. You've picked the smallest one. 
 
 Ges. 1 know I have. 
 
 Tell. O ! do you 1 — But you see 
 The color on't, is dark — I'd have it light, 
 To see it better. 
 
 Ges. Take it as it is : 
 Thy skill will be the greater, if thou hittest it. 
 
 Tell. True— true— I didn't think of that— I wonder 
 I did not think of that. — Give me some chance 
 To save my boy ! {Throws away the apple, with all his force.) 
 
 I will not murder him, 
 If I can help it. For the honor of 
 The form thou wearest, if all the heart is gone — 
 
 Ges. Well ! choose thyself. {Hands a basket of apples. 
 Tell takes one.) 
 
 Tell. Have I a friend among 
 The lookers on ? 
 
 Ver. Here, Tell ! 
 
 Tell. I thank thee, Verner ! 
 He is a friend runs out into a storm 
 To shake a hand with us. I must be brief. 
 When once the bow is bent, we cannot take 
 The shot too soon. Verner, whatever be 
 The issue of this hour, the common cause 
 Must not stand still. Let not to-morrow's sun 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 247 
 
 Set on the tyrant's banner. — Verner ! Verner ! 
 
 The boy ! — the boy ! — Thinkest thou he has the courage 
 
 To stand it ? 
 
 Yer* Yes. 
 
 Tell. Does he tremble ? 
 
 Fer. No. 
 
 TelL Art sure ? 
 
 Yer. I am. 
 
 Telh How looks he ? 
 
 Yer. Clear and smilingly. 
 If you doubt it, look yourself. 
 
 Tell. No — no — my friend ; 
 To hear it, is enough. 
 
 Yer. He bears himself 
 So much above his years — 
 
 Tell. I know ! — I know. 
 
 Yer. With constancy so modest — 
 
 Tell. I was sure 
 He would — - 
 
 Yer. And looks with such relying love 
 And reverence upon you — 
 
 Tell. Man ! man ! man ! 
 No more ! Already I'm too much the father, 
 To act the man ! — Verner, no more, my friend ! 
 I would be flint — flint — flint. Don't make me feel 
 I'm not — you do not mind me ! — Take the boy 
 And set him, Verner, with his back to me. — 
 Set him upon his knees — and place this apple 
 Upon his head, so that the stem may front me — 
 Thus, — Verner, charge him to keep steady — tell him 
 I'll hit the apple ! — Verner, do all this 
 More briefly than I tell it thee. 
 
 Yer. Come, Albert ! [Leading him behind. ) 
 
 Alb. May I not speak with him, before I go ? 
 
 Yer. No— 
 
 Alb. I would only kiss his hand. 
 
 Yer. You must not. 
 
 Alb. I must ! — I cannot go from him without ! 
 
 Yer. It is his will you should. 
 
 Alb. His will, is it 1 
 I am content, then — come. 
 
 Tell. My boy ! {Holding out his arms to him.) 
 
 Alb, My father! (Running into Tell's arms.) 
 
248 ,. RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Tell. If thou canst bear it, should not I ? — Go now, 
 My son — and keep in mind that I can shoot. — 
 Go, boy — be thou but steady, I will hit 
 The apple. {Kisses him.) Go ! — God bless thee — go. — 
 My bow ! [Sarnem gives the how.) 
 Thou wilt not fail thy master, wilt thou ? — Thou 
 Hast never failed him yet, old servant. — No, - ' 
 
 I'm sure of thee — I know thy honesty ; 
 Thou'rt stanch — stanch. — Let me see my quiver. [Retires up.) 
 
 Ges. Give him a single arrow. 
 
 Tell. Do you shoot ? 
 
 Luiold. I do. 
 
 Tell. Is't so you pick an arrow, friend ? 
 The point, you see, is bent, the feather jagged. 
 That's all the use 'tis fit for. (Breaks it.) 
 
 Ges. Let him have 
 Another. (Tell examines another.) 
 
 Tell. Why, 'tis better than the first, 
 But yet not good enough for such an aim 
 As I'm to take. 'Tis heavy in the shaft : 
 I'll not shoot with it! (Throws it away.) Let me see my 
 
 quiver. 
 Bring it ! 'tis not one arrow in a dozen, 
 I'd take to shoot with at a dove, much less 
 A dove like that ! 
 
 Ges. It matters not — 
 Show him the quiver. (Tell kneels and picks out an arrow.) 
 
 Tell. See if the boy is ready. 
 
 Ver. He is. 
 
 Tell, I'm ready too ! — Keep silence, for 
 Heaven's sake, and do not stir — and let me have 
 Your prayers — your prayers — and be my witnesses. 
 That if his life's in peril from my hand, 
 'Tis only for the chance of saving it. 
 Now, friends, for mercy's sake, keep motionless 
 And silent. 
 
 Ges. Go on ! 
 
 Tell. I will. ( Tell shoots, and a shout of exultation bursts 
 from the crowd. TelVs head drops on his bosom ; he with 
 difficulty supports himself upon his bow.) 
 
 Ver. (Rushing in, with Albert.) The boy is safe ; no hair 
 of him is touched 1 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 249 
 
 Alb. Father, I'm safe — your Albert's safe. Dear father, 
 Speak to me ! speak to me ! 
 
 Ver, He cannot, boy ! 
 
 Alb. You grant him life? 
 
 Ges. I do. 
 
 Alb. And we are free 1 
 
 Ges. You are. {Crossing angrily heJiind,) 
 
 Alb. Thank heaven ! thank heaven ! 
 
 Ver. Open his vest, 
 And give him air. {Albert opens his father's vest, and an ar- 
 row drops. Tell starts^ fixes his eyes on Albert, and clasps 
 him to his breast.) 
 
 Tell. My boy ! my boy ! 
 
 Ges. For what 
 Hid you that arrow in your breast ? Speak, slave ! 
 
 Tell. To kill thee, tyrant, had I slain my boy ! 
 
 Ges. My guards ! secure him ! 
 
 Tell. Tyrant, every hill shall blaze 
 With vengeance. 
 
 Ges. Slaves, obey me ! 
 
 Tell. Liberty 
 Shall at thy downfall shout from every peak ! 
 
 Ges. Away with him ! {Guards seize him.) 
 
 Tell, My country shall be free ! {Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 9. — Gesler's Castle— a Lake in view. 
 
 {Enter Gesler, Rodolph, and officers.) 
 
 Ges. How say you ? — Urni in commotion ? 
 
 Rod. Yes ; 
 Our scouts report on sure intelligence. 
 
 Ges. { Calling.) Sarnem ! 
 
 {Enter Sarnem.) 
 
 Sar. My lord. 
 
 Ges. The bark — is't ready ? Hurry it ! 
 And lead him from his dungeon. {Exit Sarnem.) He shaP 
 
 change 
 His prison for a stronger ; then, perhaps, 
 I'll rest. Yet, if 1 close my eyes, sleep only draws 
 Her curtain round my thoughts, to shut them in 
 With restlessness, from which they turn to watching, 
 As to refreshment. 
 
 I 
 
250 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 {Re-enter Sarnem.) 
 
 Sar, Now, my lord — 
 
 Ges, (Catching hold of him.) Sarnem ? 
 
 Sar, My lord, what moves you ? 
 
 Ges» We are so 
 Beset with traitors, Sarnem, we forget 
 The voices of our friends. The bark is ready ? 
 
 Sar, It is, my lord. 
 
 Ges, Our prisoner, too ? That's well ! 
 What kind of night ? 
 
 Sar, The wind is rising. 
 
 Ges. The night will be a rough one. 
 
 Sar. 'Twill be a storm. 
 My lord, 'twere well you ventured not yourself; 
 Those lakes are dangerous at night ; the course 
 Is long. 
 
 Ges, No, Sarnem, I must see the slave 
 Disposed myself. My castle on the lake's 
 Impregnable. The storm I fear, 
 Is that we carry with us. Tell's the cloud 
 From which I dread a thunderbolt ! (Exeunt,) 
 
 Scene 10. — A Mountain, with a view of the Lake Lucerne. 
 
 (Enter Emma, leading Old Melctal.) 
 
 Old M, I keep thee back ? 
 
 Emma. No. 
 
 Old M. I'm sure I do. 
 
 Emma. And if you do, it matters not — we've gained 
 The cliff. Should Erni come, how lies the track 
 From this, he'll take ? 
 
 Old M, The lake's in view ? 
 
 Emma. It is. 
 
 Old M. Then set me fronting it. Now, as I point, 
 Seest thou the shoulder of a wooded hill, 
 That overlooks the rest ? (Pointing, ) 
 
 Emma. I see it well. 
 
 Old M. Another hill's in front of it ? 
 
 Emma. There is. 
 
 Old M. His track lies o'er the verge of that same hill, 
 And so exact from this, what moves upon't. 
 Is plainly seen betwixt the sky and you. 
 Discern you aught upon't ? 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 251; 
 
 Emma. I think I do. 
 Yes — yes, I do. 
 
 Old M, What dost thou see upon that hill, my child ? 
 
 Emma. Figures of men in motion ; but as dim 
 As shadows yet. 
 
 OldM, 'TisErni! O that I 
 Had eyes to see the shadow of my child ! 
 
 blessed are they that see ! — They twice embrace 
 The precious things they love. — If it be they, 
 They'll soon be here. 
 
 Emma. Too late, I fear ; too late 
 To save my husband and my child. Why fled 
 The churl soon as he told us they were in 
 The tyrant's power? {Crosses.) 
 
 Old M. Blame not his haste, my child, 
 'Twas sure for good. 
 
 Emma. I see a bark upon 
 The lake. I think I see the gleam 
 Of lances in the bark — I'm sure I do ! 
 
 Old M. Likely, my child : the tyrant and his guards, 
 Perhaps are there. He has a hold, you know. 
 Upon the lake — a castle, stronger far 
 Than that at Altorf. 
 
 Emma. Father — father ! 
 
 Old M. What ?— 
 What moves you so, my child 1 
 
 Emma. The form of him {Looks out.) 
 Who steers the bark, is like — 
 
 Old M. Like whose 1 
 
 Emma. My husband's ! 
 Yes — yes! 'Tis William ! — So he holds the heim ; 
 I'd know him at the helm from any man 
 That ever steered a bark upon the lake ! 
 
 1 fear — I fear! — 
 
 Old M. What is't you fear, mv daughter ? 
 Is't the lake ? 
 
 Emma. No, no ! The lake is rough ; 
 Chafed with the storm of yesternight — 'tis rough ; 
 But 'tis not that I fear. What business have 
 The lances in that bark ? What's that he does ? 
 He steers her right upon a rock ! — 'Tis in 
 Despair ; and there he'll die before my eyes ! — 
 
252 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Ha ! what ! — What's that ? He springs upon the rock ! 
 He flies ! — he's free ! — -but they pursue him ! 
 
 Old M. See how our friends come on. 
 If it were they, they should be nearer now. 
 
 Emma. They are ! — They are ! 
 
 Old M. Let's haste to meet them, then. 
 The track — the track ! — Let us trust to them 
 For aid. Don't look behind. Come on — come on! {Exeunt) 
 {Enter Tell, from an eminence.) 
 
 Tell. Whene'er I choose, I have the speed of them. 
 Nor dare they shoot : so oft as they prepare, 
 If I but bend my bow, the terror of 
 The deadly aim alone transfixes them, 
 That down they drop their weapons by their sides, 
 And stand and gaze, with lapsed power, as though 
 In every heart, an arrow from my bow 
 Stood quivering. I knew that beetling cliff 
 Would cost them breath to climb. They top it now. 
 Ha ! {Bends his bow.) Have I brought you to a stand again ? 
 I'll keep you there, to give your master time 
 To breathe. Poor slaves ! no game are you for me ; 
 But could I draw the tyrant on, that shrinks 
 Behind you. — There he is ! 
 
 {Enter Archers and Spearmen^ followed hy Gesler.) 
 
 Ges. Wherefore do you fly ! 
 
 Tell. Wherefore do you pursue me ? Said you not 
 You'd give me liberty, if through the storm 
 I safely steered your prow 1 The waves did then 
 Lash over you ; your pilot left the helm ; 
 I took it, and they reared their heads no more. 
 Unless to bow them, and give way to me. 
 And let your pinnace on. You did repeat 
 Your promise, as you trembling lay, along 
 The bottom of the bark, and scanned the looks 
 Of your pale crew, that shrunk, while fiercer waxed 
 'J'he fury of the wind, and to its height 
 The roaring of the angry thunder rose. 
 Through which I brought you, as through savage foes, 
 My friends, fhat for my sake forbore. You twice 
 Promised me liberty. I only take 
 What you did promise. 
 
 Ges, Traitor, 'twas your place 
 To wait my time. 
 
SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL. 253 
 
 Tell, It would have been, had I 
 Believed that time would come. If I'm a prize 
 Worthy to take, why hang you thus behind 
 Your minions ? Why not lead the chase yourself? 
 Lack you the manhood e'en to breast the sport 
 You love ? 
 
 Ges, Transfix the slave with all your darts. 
 At once. 
 
 TelL Ha ! ( Takes aim again — they drop their weaponSf 
 which they had half raised.) 
 Follow me ! Keen huntsmen they, 
 
 The game itself must urge. Keep up the chase ! {He rushes 
 out.) 
 
 Ges, You keep too close together. Spread yourselves, 
 That some of you may hit him unawares. 
 His quiver full of ducats, to the man 
 That brings him down. On, cowards — on, I say ! {Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 11. — The outside of Gesler's Castle. 
 
 {Enter Gesler^s Guards, retreating in great haste and confu- 
 sion — Tell closely following, with iended how.) 
 
 Tell. Fly ! fly ! ye base, ignoble cowards, fly ! 
 
 {Enter Erni, Fursi, Melctal, Emma, Verner, and, People.) 
 Welcome, my worthy friends. The chase is o'er. 
 The prize is won. — An arrow from this bow 
 Hath felt the last throb of the tyrant's heart. 
 My country's free ! Yes, Switzers, once again 
 Ye breathe the air of glorious liberty ! 
 
 People. Huzzah — huzzah. 
 
 ^Ib. {Rushing on the stage.) 'Tis liberty, my father ; 
 Oh ! 'tis liberty ! {Exeunt.) 
 
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 COMIC AND AMUSING 
 
 I.— FROM SPEED THE PLOUGH. 
 
 FARMER ASHFIELD — DAME ASHFIELD. 
 
 Scene. — In the fore-ground, a Farm House — a view of a Castle| 
 at a distance. — Farmer Ashfield discovered, with his jug and pipe. 
 
 t 
 
 (Enter Dame Ashfield, in a riding dress, and a basket under [ 
 her arm.) 
 
 Ashfield. Well, Dame, welcome whoam. What news does ' 
 thee bring from market ? 
 
 Dame. What news, husband? What I always told you; 
 that Farmer Grundy's wheat brought five shillings a quarter 
 more than ours did. 
 
 Ash. All the better vor he. 
 
 Dame* Ah ! the sun seems to shine on purpose for him. 
 
 Ash. Come, come, Missus, as thee has not the grace to 
 thank God for prosperous times, dant thee grumble when they *' 
 be unkindly a bit. 
 
 Dame. And I assure you, that Dame Grundy's butter was 
 quite the crack of tliC market. 
 
 Ash. Be quiet, woolye ? Always ding, dinging Dame Grun- 
 dy into my ears. What will Mrs. Grundy say ? What will 
 Mrs. Grundy think ? — Canst thee be quiet, let ur alone, and be- 
 have thyself pratty ? 
 
 Dame. Certainly I can — I'll tell thee, Tummas, what she 
 said at church, last Sunday. ' 
 
 Ash. Canst tliee tell what parson zaid ? Noa. — Then I'll 
 tell thee. — A'zaid that envy were as foul a weed as grows, and i, 
 cankers all wholesome plants that be near it — that's what a'zaid. i 
 
 Dame. And do you think I envy Mrs. Grundy, indeed ? 
 
 Ash. What dant thee letten her alone, then? — I do verily 
 think, when thee goest to t'other world, the viirst question thee'it 
 ax, il be, if Mrs. Grundy's there. Zoa, be quiet, and behave 
 pratty, do'ye. — Has thee brought whoam the Salisbury news ? 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 255 
 
 Dame. No, Tummas ; but I have brought a rare wadget of 
 news with me. First and foremost, I saw such a mort of 
 coaches, servants, and wagons, all belonging to Sir Abel Han- 
 dy, and all coming to the castle — and a handsome young man, 
 dressed all in lace, pulled off his hat to me, and said—" xMrs. 
 Ashfield, do me the honor of presenting that letter to your hus- 
 band." — So, there he stood without his hat — oh, Tummas, had 
 you seen how Mrs. Grundy looked ! 
 
 Ash. Dom Mrs. Grundy — be quiet, and let I read, woolye? 
 (Reads.) " My dear Farmer"— ( Tahw^ off his hat.) Thank 
 ye, zur — zame to you, wi' all my heart and soul. — " My dear 
 Farmer" — 
 
 Dame. Farmer — why, you are blind, Tummas ; it is — " My 
 dear Father" — tis from our own dear Susan. 
 
 Ash. Odds ! dickens and daisies ! zoo it be, zure enow ! — 
 " My dear Father, you will be surprised" — zoo I be, he, he ! 
 What pretty writing, beantit? all as straight as thof it were 
 ploughed — " Surprised to hear that in a few hours, I shall em- 
 brace you — Nelly, who was formerly our servant, has fortu- 
 nately married Sir Abel Handy, Bart." — 
 
 Dame. Handy Bart — Pugh ! Bart, stands for baronight, mun. 
 
 Ash. Likely, likely. — Drabbit it, only to think of the zwaps 
 and changes of this world. 
 
 Dam.e. Our Nelly married to a great baronet ! I wonder, 
 Tummas, what Mrs. Grundy will say ? 
 
 Ash. Now, woolye be quiet, and let I read ? — " And she has 
 proposed bringing me to see you ; an offer, I hope, as accepta- 
 ble to my dear feyther" — 
 
 Dame. "And mother." 
 
 Ash. Bless her, how prettily she do write feyther, dant she ? 
 
 Dame. And mother. 
 
 Ash, Ees, but feyther first, though — " Acceptable to my 
 dear feyther and mother, as to their affectionate daughter, Su- 
 san Ashfield." Now beant that a pratty letter ? 
 
 Dame. And, Tummas, is not she a pretty girl ? 
 
 Ash. Ees, and as good as she be pretty. — Drabbit it, I do 
 feel zoo happy, and zoo warm,— for all the world hke the zun in 
 harvest. 
 
 Dame. And what will Mrs. Grundy say ? {Exeunt.) 
 
256 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 II.— LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD.— Anonymous. 
 
 MARY GRANDMOTHER. 
 
 Mary. She was, indeed, a pretty little creature ; 
 So meek, so modest ; what a pity, madam, 
 That one so young and innocent, should fall 
 A victim to the ravenous wolf! 
 
 Grandmother. The wolf, indeed ! 
 You've left the nursery to but little purpose, 
 If you believe a wolf could ever speak, 
 Though in the time of iEsop, or before. 
 
 Mary. Was't not a wolf, then ? I have read the story 
 A hundred times, and heard it told, nay, told it, 
 Myself, to my younger sisters, when we've shrunk 
 Together in the sheets, from very terror, 
 And with protecting arms, each round the other, 
 E'en sobbed ourselves to sleep. But I remember, 
 I saw the story acted on the stage, 
 And so it was a robber, not a wolf, 
 That met poor little Riding Hood in the wood. 
 
 Grand. Nor wolf, nor robber, child : this nursery tale 
 Contains a hidden moral. 
 
 Mary. Hidden ! nay, 
 I'm not so young, but I can spell it out, — 
 And this it is : children, when sent on errands. 
 Must never stop by the way, to talk with wolves. 
 
 Grand. Tut, wolves again : wilt listen to me, child I 
 
 Mary. Say on, dear grandma. 
 
 Grand. Thus, then, dear my daughter : 
 In this young person, culling idle flowers, 
 You see the peril that attends the maiden 
 Who, in her walk through life, yields to temptation. 
 And quits the onward path, to stray aside, 
 Allured by gaudy weeds. 
 
 Mary. Nay, none but children 
 Gould gather butter-cups and mayweed, mother ; 
 But violets, dear violets — ^^methinks 
 I could live ever on a bank of violets, 
 Or die most happy there. 
 
 Grand. You die, indeed ! 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 257 
 
 At your years, die ! But we neglect our lecture 
 Upon this picture. 
 
 Mary, Poor Red Riding Hood ! 
 We had forgotten her : yet, mark, dear madam, 
 How patiently the poor thing waits our leisure. 
 And now, the hidden moral. 
 
 Grand. Thus it is ! 
 Mere children read such stories literally ; 
 But the more elderly and wise, deduce 
 A moral from the fiction. In a word. 
 The wolf that we must guard against, is love. 
 
 Mary, I thought love was an infant. 
 
 Grand. The world and love v/ere young together, child ; 
 And innocent — alas ! time changes all things. 
 
 Mary. True, 1 remember, love is now a man ; 
 And, the song says, " a very saucy one" — 
 But how a wolf? 
 
 Grand. In ravenous appetite, 
 Unpitying and unsparing, passion is oft 
 A beast of prey. As the wolf to the lamb, 
 Is he to innocence. 
 
 Mary. I shall remember, 
 For now I see the moral. Trust me, madam, 
 Should I e'er meet this wolf love, in my way, 
 Be he a boy or man, I'll take good heed. 
 And hold no converse with him. 
 
 Grand, You'll do wisely. 
 
 Mary. Nor e'en in field or forest, plain or pathway, 
 Shall he from me know whither I am going, 
 Or whisper that he'll meet me. 
 
 Grand. That's my child. 
 
 Mary. Nor in my grandam's cottage, or elsewhere, 
 Will I e'er lift the latch for him myself, 
 Or pull the bobbin. 
 
 Grand. Well, my dear, 
 You've learned your lesson. 
 
 Mary. Yet one thing, my mother. 
 Somewhat perplexes me. . 
 
 Grand. Say what, my love ; 
 I will explain. 
 
 Mary. This wolf, the story goes, 
 Deceived poor grandam first, and ate her up ; 
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258 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 What is the moral here 1 Have all our grandams 
 Been devoured by love ? 
 
 Grand. Let us go in ; 
 The air grows cool — you are a forward chit. {Exeunt.) 
 
 III.-FROM WILLIAM TEhL.^Knowles. 
 
 WALDMAN — MICHAEL. 
 
 Waldman. Don't tell me, Michael ! thou dost lead a life 
 As bootless as a jester's — worse than his, 
 For he has high retaining. Every one 
 Calls thee his fool — the gallant and the boy, 
 The gentle-born and base ! Thy graceless name 
 Is ever tagged to feasts, and shows, and games, 
 And saucy brawls, which men as young as thou. 
 Discourse of with grave looks. What comes of this ? 
 Will't make thee rich? Will't give thee place in life ? 
 Will't buy thee honor, friendship, or esteem ? 
 Will't get thee reverence 'gainst gray hairs ? 
 
 Michael. Good father ! — 
 
 Wal. The current of thy life doth counter run 
 To that of other men's. Thy spirits, which , 
 Were reason in thee, when thou wast a child, 
 As tameless still, now thou'rt become a man, 
 Are folly \ Thriftless life, that may be called 
 More rational when in the nurse's lap. 
 Than when in manhood's chair ! Survey those towers, 
 And act the revel o'er of yesternight; 
 Think of the tyrants whom they lodge, and then 
 Link hands with fools and braggarts o'er their wine : 
 Fancy the sounds their dungeons hear, and tell 
 Of such and such a jest of thine, that made 
 Thy wanton comrades roar. 
 
 Mich. Dear father ! 
 
 Wal Pshaw ! 
 Thou canst not try to speak with gravity. 
 But one perceives thou wagg'st an idle tongue ; 
 Thou canst not try to look demure, but, spite 
 Of all thou dost, thou showest a laughter's cheek ; 
 Thou canst not e'en essay to walk sedate, 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 259 
 
 But in thy very gait, one sees the jest, 
 That's ready to break out, in spite of all 
 Thy seeming. 
 
 Mich. I'm a melancholy man, 
 That can't do that which with good will I would ! 
 I pray thee, father, tell me what will change me. 
 
 Wal. Hire thyself to a sexton, and dig graves : 
 Never keep company, but at funerals ; 
 Beg leave to take thy bed into the church. 
 And sleep there ; fast, until thine abstinence 
 Upbraid the anchorite with gluttony ; 
 And when thou takest refection, feast on naught 
 But water and stale bread : ne'er speak, except 
 At prayers and grace ; and as to music, be 
 Content with ringing of the passing bell. 
 When souls do go to their account. 
 
 Mich. But if 
 The bells, that ring as readily for joy 
 As grief, should chance to ring a merry peal, 
 And they should drop the corse — 
 
 Wal. Then take the rope, 
 And hang thyself. {Crosses.) I know no other way 
 To change thee. 
 
 Mich. Nay, I'll do some great feat, yet. 
 Wal. You'll do some great feat ! Take me Gesler's castle ! 
 Mich. Humph ! that would be a feat, indeed ! I'll do it ! 
 Wal. You'll do it ! You'll get married, and have children, 
 And be a sober citizen, before 
 
 You pare your bread o' the crust. You'll do it ! You'll 
 Do nothing ! Live until you are a hundred, 
 When death shall catch you, 'twill be laughing. Do it ! 
 Look grave, talk wise, live sober, thou wilt do 
 A harder thing, but that thou'lt never do. {Exit Waldman.) 
 Mich. {Solus.) Hard sentence that ! Dame Nature ! gen- 
 tle mother ! 
 If thou hast made me of too rich a mould 
 To bring the common seed of life to fruit, 
 Is it a fault ? Kind Nature ! I should lie. 
 To say it was. Who would not have an eye 
 To see the sun, where others see a cloud ? 
 A skin so tempered, as to feel the rain, 
 Gave other men the ague, him refreshed ; 
 A frame so vernal, as, in spite of snow 
 
260 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 To think it's genial summer all year round ; 
 
 And bask himself in bleak December's scowl, 
 
 While others sit and shiver o'er a hearth ? 
 
 I do not know the fool would not be such 
 
 A man ! Shall I upbraid my heart, because 
 
 It hath been so intent to keep me in 
 
 An ample revenue of precious mirth, 
 
 It hath forgot to hoard the duller coin 
 
 The world do trade on ? No, not I, no more 
 
 Than I would empt my coffers of their gold, 
 
 Were they so furnished, to make room for brass, 
 
 Or disenthrone the diamond of my ring — 
 
 Supposed the gemmed toy my finger wore — 
 
 To seat a sparkless pebble in its place ! {Exit,) 
 
 IV.— FROM HENRY Yl.—Shakspeare. 
 
 GEORGE BEVIS JOHN HOLLAND CADE — DICK SIVIITH — OTHERS. 
 
 Bevis. Come and get thee a sword, though made of a lath ; 
 our enemies have been up these two days. 
 
 Holland. They have the more need to sleep now, then. 
 
 Bev, I tell thee, Jack Cade, the clothier, means to dress the 
 commonwealth, and turn it, and set a new nap upon it. 
 
 Hoi. So he had need, for 'tis thread- bare. Well, I say, it 
 was never merry world in England, since gentlemen came up. 
 
 Bev. O miserable age ! Virtue is not regarded in handi- 
 craftsmen. 
 
 Hoi. The nobility scorn to go in leather aprons. 
 
 Bev. Nay, more, the king's council are no good workmen. 
 
 Hoi. True ; and yet it is said, labor in thy vocation ; which 
 is as much as to say, let the magistrates be laboring men ; and 
 therefore should we be magistrates. 
 
 Bev. Thou hast hit it ,• for there's no better sign of a brave 
 mind, than a hard hand. 
 
 Hoi. I see them ! I see them ! There's Best's son, the tan- 
 ner, of Wingham. 
 
 Bev. He shall have the skins of our enemies, to make dog's 
 leather of. 
 
 Hoi. And Dick, the butcher — 
 
 Bev. Then is sin struck down like an ox, and iniquity's 
 throat cut like a calf. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 261 
 
 Uol, And Smith, the weaver — 
 
 Bev. Argo, their thread of life is spun. 
 
 Hoi. Come, come, let's fall in with them. 
 {Enter Cade, Dick, the butcJier, Smith, the weaver, and others.) 
 
 Cade. We, John Cade, so termed from our supposed 
 father — 
 
 Dick. (Aside.) Or rather, from stealing a cade of her- 
 rings. 
 
 Cade. — For our enemies shall fall before us, inspired with 
 the spirit of putting down kings and princes. — Command 
 silence. 
 
 Dick. Silence ! 
 
 Cade. My father was a Mortimer — 
 
 Dick. (Aside.) He was an honest man, and a good brick- 
 layer. 
 
 Cade. My mother was a Plantagenet — 
 
 Dick. I knew her well. 
 
 Cade. My wife descended of the Lacys — 
 
 Dick. (Aside.) She was, indeed, a pedlar's daughter, and 
 sold many laces. 
 
 Smith. (Aside.) But now, of late, not able to travel with 
 her furred pack, she washes bucks, here at home. 
 
 Cade. Therefore am I of an honorable house. 
 
 Dick. Ay, by my faith, the field is honorable ; (Aside) 
 and there was he born, under a hedge ; for his father had never 
 a house, but the cage. 
 
 Cade. Valiant I am. 
 
 Smith. (Aside.) You must needs be ; for beggary is val- 
 iant. 
 
 Cade. I am able to endure much. 
 
 Dick. No question of that; (Aside) for I have seen him 
 whipped three market days together. 
 
 Cade. I fear neither sword nor fire. 
 
 Smith. (To Dick.) He need not fear the sword, for his 
 coat is of proof. 
 
 Dick. (To Smith.) But, methinks, he should stand in fear 
 of fire, being so often burnt in the hand for stealing sheep. 
 
 Cade. Be brave, then ; for your captain is brave, and vows 
 reformation. There shall be in England, seven half-penny 
 loaves sold for a penny; the three-hooped pot shall have ten 
 hoops ; and I will make it felony to drink small beer. All the 
 realm shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go 
 to grass. And when I am king, as king I will be— 
 
262 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 AIL God save your majesty ! 
 
 Cade, I thank you, good people. — There shall be no mon- 
 ey ; all shall eat and drink upon my score ; and I will apparel 
 them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers. 
 
 Dick. The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers. 
 
 Cade. Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable 
 thing, that the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parch- 
 ment ? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a 
 man ? Some say, the bee stings ; but I say, 'tis the bee's wax ; 
 for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never my own man 
 since. How now ? who is there 1 
 
 (Enter one, hringing in the Clerk of Chatham.) 
 
 Smith. The Clerk of Chatham ; he can write, and read, 
 and cast accounts. 
 
 Cade. monstrous ! 
 
 Smith. We took him setting of boy's copies. 
 
 Cade. He's a villain ! ' 
 
 Smith. He has a book in his pocket, with red letters in't. 
 
 Cade. Nay, then he's a conjuror. 
 
 Dick. Yea, he can make obligations, and write court hand. 
 
 Cade. I am sorry for't : the man is a proper man, on mine 
 honor ; unless I find him guilty, he shall not die. Come hither, 
 sirrah, I must examine thee : what is thy name ? 
 
 Clerk. Emanuel? 
 
 DicJc. 'Twill go hard with you. 
 
 Cade. Let me alone : — dost thou use to write thy name? 
 or hast thou a mark to thyself, like an honest, plain-dealing 
 man ? 
 
 Clerk. Sir, I thank God, I have been so well brought up, 
 that I can write my name. 
 
 All. He hath confessed : away with him ; he's a villain, 
 and a traitor. 
 
 Cade. Away with him, I say : hang him with his pen and 
 inkhorn about his neck. (Exeunt.) 
 
 v.— FROM BLACK-EYED SVSAN.—A7ionymous. 
 
 ADMIRAL WILLIAM WITNESSES. 
 
 Admiral. Prisoner, as your ship is ordered for instant ser- 
 vice, and it has been thought expedient that your shipmates 
 should be witnesses of whatever punishment the court may 
 
en 
 
 ■t-tn 
 
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 COMIC AND AMUSING. 263 
 
 award you, if found guilty of the crime wherewith you are 
 charged, it will be sufficient to receive the depositions of the 
 witnesses, without calling for the attendance of Captain Cross- 
 tree, whom it is yet impossible to remove from shore. One of 
 the witnesses, I am sorry to say, is your wife ; however, out of 
 ercy to your peculiar situation, we have not summoned her to 
 ttend. 
 
 William. Bless you, your honor, bless you. My wife, 
 Susan, standing here before me, speaking words that would send 
 me to the fore-yard — it had been too much for an old sailor. I 
 thank your honors ! If I must work for the dead reckoning, I 
 wouldn't have it in sight of my wife. 
 
 Adm. Prisoner, you are charged with an attempt to slay 
 Robert Crosstree, captain in his majesty's navy, and your supe- 
 rior officer. Answer, are you guilty, or not guilty ? 
 
 Will. I want, your honor, to steer well between the ques- 
 tions. If it be asked, whether I wished to kill the captain ? I 
 could, if I'd a mind to brag, show that I loved him — loved him 
 next to my own Susan ; all's one for that. I am not guilty of 
 an attempt to kill the captain, but if it be guilt to strike in de- 
 fense of a sailor's own sheet-anchor, his wife, why, I say guilty, 
 your honor ; I say it, and think I've no cause to hang out the 
 red at my fore. 
 
 Adm. You plead guilty. Let me, as one of your judges, 
 advise you to reconsider the plea. At least, take the chances 
 which a hearing of your case may allow. 
 
 Will. I leave that chance to your own hearts, your honors ; 
 if they have not a good word for poor Will, why, it is below the 
 honesty of a sailor, to go upon the half tack of a lawyer. 
 
 Adm. You will not retract the plea '/ 
 
 Will. I'm fixed ; anchored to it, fore and aft, with chain - 
 cable. 
 
 Adm. , Gentlemen, nothing more remains for us than to con- 
 sider the justice of our verdict. Although the case of the unfor- 
 tunate man admits of many palliatives, still, for the upholding of 
 a necessary discipline, any commiseration would afford a dan- 
 gerous precedent, and, I fear, cannot be indulged. Gentlemen, 
 are you all determined on your verdict ? Guilty, or not guilty ? 
 
 AH. Guilty. y >, y 
 
 Adm. It remains, then, for me to pass the sentence of the 
 law. Does no one of your shipmates attend, to speak to your 
 character ? Have you no one ? 
 
 Will. No one, your honor — I didn't think to ask them ; but 
 
264 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 let the word be passed, and may I never go aloft, if, from the 
 boatswain to the black cook, there's one that can spin a yarn to 
 condemn me. 
 
 Adm, Pass the word forward, for witnesses. 
 (Enter Witriess.) 
 
 Adm, What are you 7 
 
 Wit. Boatswain, your honor. 
 
 Adm, What know you of the prisoner? 
 
 Wit. Know, your honor, the trimmest sailor as ever handled 
 rope ; the first on his watch, the last to leave the deck ; one 
 as never belonged to the after guard — he has the cleanest top, 
 and the whitest hammock ; from reefing a maintop-sail, to stow- 
 ing a netting, give me taut Bill afore any able seaman in his 
 majesty's fleet. 
 
 Adm. But what know you of his moral character? 
 
 Wit. His moral character, your honor ? Why, he plays 
 upon the fiddle like an angel. 
 
 Adm. Are there any other witnesses ? 
 
 [Another Witness comes forward.) 
 
 Adm. What do you know of the prisoner ? 
 
 Wit. Nothing but good, your honor. 
 
 Adm. He was never known to disobey command ? 
 
 Wit. Never but once, your honor, and that was when he 
 gave me half his grog, when 1 was upon the black list. 
 
 Adm. What else do you know ? 
 
 Wit. Why, this I know, your honor, if William goes aloft, 
 there's sartin promotion tor him. 
 
 Adm. Have you nothing else to show ? Did he never do 
 any great, benevolent action ? 
 
 ]Vit. Yes, he twice saved the captain's life, and once duck- 
 ed a Jew slopseller. 
 
 Adm. Are there any more witnesses ? 
 
 Will. Your honors, I feel as if I were in irons, or seized to 
 the grating, to stand here and listen, like the landlord's daughter 
 of the Nelson, to nothing but yarns about sarvice and character. 
 My actions, your honors, are kept in the log-book aloft. If, 
 when that's overhauled, I'm not found a trim seaman, why, it's 
 only throwing salt to fishes, to patter here. 
 
 Adm. Gentlemen, are your opinions still unchanged ? — 
 Prisoner, what have you to say in arrest of judgment ? Now is 
 your time to speak. 
 
 Will. In a moment, your honors. — Hang it, my top-lights 
 are rather misty. — Your honors, I had been three years at sea, 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 2^ 
 
 and never looked upon, or heard from my wife — as sweet a little 
 craft as was ever launched — I had come ashore, and I was as 
 lively as a petterel in a storm — I found Susan, that's my wife, 
 your honors, all her gilt taken by the land-sharks ; but yet all 
 taut, with a face as red and as rosy as the king's head on 
 the side of a fire-bucket. Well, your honors, when we were 
 as merry as a ship's crew on a pay-day, there comes an order 
 to go aboard. I left Susan, and went with the rest of the liber- 
 ty-men, to ax leave of the first lieutenant. I hadn't been gone 
 the turning of an hour-glass, when I heard Susan giving signals 
 of distress ; I out with my cutlass, made all sail, and came up 
 to my craft. I found her battling with a pirate — I never looked 
 at his figure-head ; never stopped — would any of your honors ? 
 long live you and your wives, say I — would any of your honors 
 have rowed along-side, as if you'd been going aboard a royal 
 yacht? No, you wouldn't, for the gilt swabs on your shoulders 
 can't alter the heart that swells beneath — you would have done 
 the same as I did — and what did 1 ? — Why, I cut him down, like 
 a piece of old junk — had he been the first lord of the Admi- 
 ralty, I had done it. 
 
 VI.— THE 'WILL— Anonymous. 
 
 SWIPES, A BREWER CURRIE, A SADDLER — FRANK MILLINGTON — 
 
 SQUIRE DRAWL. 
 
 Swipes. A sober occasion this, brother Currie. Who would 
 have thought the old lady was so near her end 1 
 
 Carrie. Ah, we must all die, brother Svi^ipes, and those who 
 live longest, outlive the most. 
 
 Swipes. True, true ; but since we must die, and leave our 
 earthly possessions, it is well that the law takes such good care 
 of us. Had the old lady her senses, when she departed ? 
 
 Cur. Perfectly, perfectly. Squire Drawl told me she read 
 every word of the testament, aloud, and never signed her name 
 better. 
 
 Swipes. Flad you any hint from the squire, what disposi- 
 tion she made of her property ? 
 
 Cur. Not a whisper ; the squire is as close as an under- 
 ground tomb ; but one of the witnesses hinted to me that she 
 has cut off her graceless nephew with a cent. 
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266 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Swipes. Has she, good soul, has she ? You know I come 
 in, then, in right of my wife. 
 
 Cur. And I in my own right ; and this is no doubt the 
 reason why we have been called to hear the reading of the 
 will. Squire Drawl knows how things should be done, though 
 he is as air-tight as your beer barrels. But here comes the 
 young reprobate, — he must be present, as a matter of course, 
 you know. {Enter Frank Millington.) — Your servant, young 
 gentleman. So your benefactress has left you, at last. 
 
 Swipes. It is a painful thing to part with old and good friends, 
 Mr. Millington. 
 
 Frank. It is so, sir ; but I could bear her loss better, had 
 I not so often been ungrateful for her kindness. She was my 
 only friend, and I knew not her value. 
 
 Cur. It is too late to repent, Master Millington. You will 
 now have a chance to earn your own bread — 
 
 Swipes. Ay, by the sweat of your brow, as better people 
 are obliged to. You would make a fine brewer's boy, if you 
 were not too old. 
 
 Cur. Ay, or a saddler's lackey, if held with a tight rein. 
 
 Frank. Gentlemen, your remarks imply that my aunt has 
 treated me as I deserved. I am above your insults, and only 
 hope you will bear your fortune as modestly as I shall mine 
 submissively. I shall retire. {Going, he meets the Squire.) 
 
 Squire. Stop, stop, young man. We must have your pres- 
 ence. Good morning, gentlemen ; you are early on the ground. 
 
 Cur. 1 hope the squire is well, to-day. 
 
 Squire. Pretty comfortable, for an invalid. 
 
 Swipes. I trust the damp air has not affected your lungs 
 again. 
 
 Squire. No, I believe not; you know I never hurry. 
 "Slow and sure," is my maxim. Well, since the heirs at law 
 are all convened, I shall proceed to open the last will and testa- 
 ment of your deceased relative, according to law. 
 
 Swipes. {While he is breaking the seal.) It is a trying 
 scene, to leave all one's possessions, squire, in this manner. 
 
 Cur. It really makes me feel melancholy, when I look 
 round and see every thing but the venerable owner of these 
 goods. Well did the preacher say, "all is vanity." 
 
 Squire. Please to be seated, gentlemen. {Jill sit. — The 
 Squire, having put on his spectacles, begins to read, in a drawl- 
 ing, nasal tone.) " Imprimis — Whereas, my nephew, Francis 
 Millington, by his disobedience, and ungrateful conduct, has 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 267 
 
 shown himself unworthy of my bounty, and incapable of man- 
 aging my large estate, I do hereby give and bequeath all my 
 houses, farms, stocks, bonds, moneys, and property, both per- 
 sonal and real, to my dear cousins, Samuel Swipes, of Malt- 
 street, brewer, and Christopher Currie, of Fly-court, saddler" — 
 {Squire takes off his spectacles^ to wipe them.) 
 
 Swipes, ( Takes out his handkerchiefs and attempts to snivel.) 
 Generous creature ! Kind soul ! I always loved her. 
 
 Cur. She was good, she was kind. She was in her right 
 mind.— Brother Swipes, when we divide, 1 think I shall take the 
 mansion-house. 
 
 Swipes, Not so fast, if you please, Mr. Currie. My wife 
 has long had her eye upon that, and must have it. (Both rise.) 
 
 Cur. There will be two words to that bargain, Mr. Swipes. 
 And, besides, I ought to have the first choice. Did I not lend 
 her a new chaise every time she wished to ride ? and who 
 knows what influence — 
 
 Swipes. Am I not named first in her will ? and did I not 
 furnish her with my best small beer, for more than six months ? 
 and who knows — 
 
 Frank. Gentlemen, I must leave you. (Going.) 
 
 Squire. ( Who has been leisurely wiping his spectacles, 
 again puts them on^ and with his cahn^ nasal twang, calls out,) 
 Pray, gentlemen, keep your seats. I have not done yet. (All 
 sit.) Let me see, where was I ? — Ay, " All my property, both 
 personal and real, to rny dear cousins, Samuel Swipes, of Malt- 
 street, brewer," — 
 
 Swipes, Yes ! 
 
 Squire, " And Christopher Currie, Fly-court, saddler"— 
 
 Cur. Yes ! 
 
 Squire. '•' To have and to hold in trust, for the sole and ex- 
 clusive benefit of my nephew, Francis Millington, until he shall 
 have attained to a lawful age, by which time 1 hope he will have 
 so far reformed his evil habits, as that he may safely be entrust- 
 ed with the large fortune which I hereby bequeath to him." 
 
 Sivipes. What's all this ? You don't mean that we are 
 humbugged ? In trust ! how does that appear ? Where is it ? 
 
 Squire, ( Pointing to the parchment. ) There — in two words 
 of as good old English as I ever penned. 
 
 Cur, Pretty well, too, Mr. Squire, if we must be sent for to 
 be made a laughing-stock of. She shall pay for every ride she 
 has had out of my chaise, I promise you. 
 
 Swipes. And for every drop of my beer. Fine times ! if 
 
268 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 two sober, hard-working citizens, are to be brought here to be 
 made the sport of a graceless profligate. But we will manage 
 his property for him, Mr. Currie ; we will make him feel that 
 trustees are not to be trifled with. 
 
 Cur. That will we. 
 
 Squire. Not so fast, gentlemen, for the instrument is dated 
 three years ago, and the young gentleman must already be of 
 age, and able to take care of himself. Is it no so, Francis ? 
 
 Frank. It is, your worship. 
 
 Squire. Then, gentlemen, having attended the breaking of 
 this seal, according to law, you are released from any further 
 trouble in the premises. {Exeunt.) 
 
 VII.— FROM THE BASHFUL MAN. 
 
 SIR THOMAS FRIENDLY BLUSHINGTON FRANK GYP EVANS 
 
 NICHOLAS LADY FRIENDLY DINAH. 
 
 Scene 1. — Library in Friendly Hall. At the back, a handsome rose- 
 wood table, on which is a head of Hercules and an elegant ink-stand; 
 over that, on a sort of shelf, a superb edition of Xenophon, in sixteen 
 volumes. 
 
 {Enter Sir Thomas and Lady Friendly.) 
 
 Lady Friendly. But why not receive Mr. Blushington in the 
 great drawing-room, Sir Thomas ? 
 
 Sir Thomas. There's my management, my lady ! Being 
 a scholar, Mr. Blushington will feel, at once, the delicacy of the 
 compliment I pay him, by first introducing him to the library ; 
 besides, the apparent number of books he will see here, will 
 give him a high opinion of my erudition ; there's management 
 again ! Wouldn't any one think, to look at it, that was really 
 a fine edition of Xenophon, in folio? Instead of which, it's 
 merely a deal-board, covered with some gilded leather, for the 
 maids to put their pails and brushes behind. All my contri- 
 vance ! But, mum ! here he comes. Oh ! this plaguy gout ! — 
 But I must get up and receive him. 
 
 {Enter Blushington, pushed on by Gyp, preceded by Evans, 
 and followed by Nick and servants.) 
 
 Evans, Mr. Blushington, Sir Thomas. 
 
 Blushington. Don't leave me. Gyp ; the awful moment has 
 arrived. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 269 
 
 Sir T, Mr. Blushington, I rejoice to meet you. 
 
 Gyp. Fifth position, sir. {Blushington, in endeavoring to 
 put himself into an aitilude, stumbles and pitches on Sir The- 
 mas^s gouty foot.) Oh ! confound the fellow, he's murdered me. 
 {Aside.) " 
 
 Blush. You infernal scoundrel, Gyp ! you've made me tread 
 Sir Thomas's toe off. My dear Sir Thomas, I beg ten thou- 
 sand pardons ; but — but — 
 
 Sir T, No apologies, I beg : these little accidents will hap- 
 pen. It's over now : yes, as we scholars say, it's gone in toto. 
 
 Gyp, All's right, sir ! — Now for the speech. (Apart to 
 Blushington.) 
 
 Blush. {Apart to Gyp.) My tongue sticks to my throat : 
 I couldn't utter a syllable to save my life. 
 
 Sir T. Allow me to introduce you to Lady Friendly. Lady 
 Friendly, Mr. Blushington — 
 
 Blush. Happy — proud — dinner — sorry — acquaintance — 
 
 Sir T. Ay, ay ; well thought of. Go, varlets, and hurry 
 the dinner. No giggling, hussies ! — Away ! {Exeunt Nick 
 and Servants.) Evans, take Mr. Blushington's man into the 
 pantry, and make him welcome. 
 
 Blush. Oh dear ! no ; no occasion for that, Sir Thomas. 
 Lord bless me ! don't leave me, Gyp. What shall I do by 
 myself, if they take my only prop away. {Aside to Gyp.) 
 
 Gyp. Courage, sir ! you get on famously. I must go, you 
 eee — can't help it. (Aside to Blushington.) Poor fellow ! 
 
 Evans. This way, if you please, sir. {Exeunt Gyp and 
 Evans.) ^ 
 
 Blush. What will become of me ! without guide or rudder ! 
 I'm lost ! 
 
 Sir T. Take a chair, Mr. Blushington : you seem warm. 
 
 Blush. (Aside.) I'm frying ! 
 
 Sir T. You perceive, Mr. Blushington, we're like you — 
 dabble in literature ? little ; smack of the classics a bit ! 
 
 Blush. The classics : I can launch out here ; I'm on safe 
 ground. {Aside.) Yes, Sir Thomas — certainly — by all means. 
 
 Sir T. Delightful study. I fagged hard, hard, at college, 
 Mr. Blushington ; and was, I can assure you, very near being 
 elected senior wrangler. 
 
 Blush. I don't doubt it. I chafe like a bull. {Aside.) 
 
 Lady F. We are all great readers, Mr. Blushington ; my 
 daughter Dinah, in particular ; before she was twelve years old, 
 she had gone twice through "The Complete Housewife," and 
 23* 
 
270 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 « The Whole Duty of Man." You'll suit one another to a T^ 
 in that respect. 
 
 Blush. Hum ! Oh, yes, certainly, my lady, by all means ; 
 though I can't say I've been through " The Whole Duty of 
 Man," and " 'J'he Complete Housewife." They're rather 
 ignorant : I must astonish them a little bit, with the extent of 
 my learning. I begin to get more courage than I thought for. 
 Yes, I'll surprise them now. (Aside.) Bless me, that's a very 
 remarkable edition of Xenophon there — sixteen volumes folio ; 
 allow me to examine it. (Getting up.) 
 
 Sir T. (Rising.) Stop, stop, my dear Mr. Blushington, 
 
 Blush, Oh ! Sir Thomas, I couldn't think of giving you the 
 trouble. ( Goes, as he supposes, to lay hold of one of the vol. 
 umes, when the board falls down on the slab, breaks the Her- 
 cules^s head, and upsets the ink-stand.) Hey ! what ! books — 
 boards ! what have I done ? what shall I do ? I beg ten thousand 
 pardons, Sir Thomas ; upon my word, I didn't mean to do it. 
 If I'd known it had only been sham — bless me ! here's all the 
 ink down too. Oh dear ! oh dear ! what an accident. 
 
 Lady F. I thought what would come of your fine manage- 
 ment, Sir Thomas. Where's a cloth ? the table will be spoiled ! 
 
 Blush. Here's a cloth, my lady. ( Takes his white cambric 
 handkerchief, and begins wiping up the ink.) Bless me! I'm 
 inking my handkerchief. [Folds up the handkerchief, the inky 
 part inside, and puis it in his pocket.) Excuse my awkward, 
 ness, my lady : I — I — oh dear ! that I could but run away. If 
 Gyp was but here ! « 
 
 [Enter Evans.) 
 
 Evans. Dinner's on table, Sir Thomas. 
 
 Blush. Here's a relief, then. I'm in a furnace. 
 
 Sir T. I won't have another word on the subject ; there's 
 no harm done ; only the cover taken off the books, Hercules's 
 head broke, and Mr. Blushington's handkerchief stained. 
 You've received no material contusion yourself, I hope, my 
 dear young friend ? 
 
 Blush. Oh dear, n*o ! I'm in no material confusion at all : 
 quite cool, I assure you. I wish I could jump out of the win- 
 dow. Mount Vesuvius is an ice-house, to this. {Aside.) 
 
 Sir T. Come along, then, and I'll introduce you at once to 
 Dinah and dinner. 
 
 Blush, More trials 1 what shall I have to go through next 1 
 Heaven preserve me ! Lady Friendly, allow me to offer my 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. ' 271 
 
 arm. {Offers his arm to Evans ^hy mistake^ and lugs him off ^ 
 unknowingly.) 
 
 Sir T. I'll take your other wing, as I'm rather lame. Stop, 
 stop. Eh ! zounds ! you young fellows are so brisk. I can't 
 run races now. Why, hang me if he hasn't carried off the 
 butler ! (Exeunt.) 
 
 Scenes. — The great Dining-room in Friendly Hall; tables laid 
 out for dinner. 
 
 (Enter Dinah and Frank.) 
 
 Frank. Now, then, Di., for the important moment. An't 
 you all in a twitter ? 
 
 Dinah. La, Frank, how you do go on ! Has Evans sum- 
 moned the family to dinner yet ? 
 
 Frank. He is gone now. Poor Ned ! I can well conceive 
 the agony he is in, at this moment ; blushing like a full-blown 
 rose, every step he takes. Hey ! here they come. 
 (Enter Sir Thomas, Lady Friendly, and Blushington ; followed 
 hy Evans, Gyp, Nick, and Servants.) 
 
 Ha ! my dear Blushington ! Welcome, welcome ! I rejoice to 
 meet a fellow cantab, a brother soph, once again. Allow me 
 to introduce you to my sister. Brother Soph, sister Di. ; sister 
 Di., brother Soph. 
 
 Blush. Thank ye, my dear fellow, thank ye — hope you're 
 well, with all my heart and soul. (Advances timidly, and, with- 
 out looking towards Dinah, shakes her heartily hy the hand, sup- 
 posing her to he young Friendly.) 
 
 Sir T. Eh ! that's Dinah. This is Frank. 
 
 Blush. Happy to see you, miss — hope you're quite well, 
 miss. (Bowing to Frank, luho has taken Dinali's place, sup. 
 posing him to be Dinah.) 
 
 Frank. Nay, nay ; here's Dinah. 
 
 Blush. Oh ! yes, certainly — by all means. Another mis- 
 take. (Aside.) Extremely proud, Mr. Friendly — great honor 
 — happy — see — Miss Dinah — 
 
 Dinah. Very gratified, Mr. Blushington, to have the honor 
 of meeting any friend of my brother. 
 
 Sir T. But come, take your places; the dinner's getting 
 cold. Mr. Blushington, you will sit by my daughter. 
 
 Blush. Yes, certainly ; by all means — that is — oh ! with 
 great pleasure. What will become of me? oh ! that wooden Xeno- 
 phon. I feel my cheeks burning like a firebrand ; and misfor- 
 
272 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 tunes never come alone. {Aside.) Dear me ; if 1 haven't 
 taken the young lady's chair : beg pardon. {After some blunders 
 on the part of Blushington, with the chairs, they sit down to 
 dinner — he first by seating himself in Dinah^s lap by mistake ; 
 the baronet and his lady sit at the back, fronting the axidience — 
 Frank on one side, and Dinah and Blushington on the outside, 
 nearest the audience, so that they can see the motions of all 
 parties.) 
 
 Sir T. Now, then, Mr. Blushington, allow me to send you 
 some soup, and you, Dinah ; 'tis turtle, and fit for young lovers. 
 
 Blush. You're very good — a little drop — I'm getting some- 
 what cool now, if it does but last. (Aside.) Bread, Miss Di- 
 nah ; allow me to help you. Eh ! bless me ; if I haven't knock- 
 ed over the salt. Oh, dear ! oh, dear ! Excuse my awkward- 
 ness, miss. I'm at it again. {Aside.) 
 
 Dinah. Don't mention it, I beg ; 'tis not of the slightest 
 consequence. We are not in the least superstitious here. 
 
 Sir T. Throw a little over your left shoulder, Mr. Blush- 
 ington. {Blushington, in throwing some of the salt over his 
 left shoulder^ almost blinds Nicholas^ who is standing behind him 
 with his mouth open, and receives it in his face ; endeavoring 
 to amend the error, he then salutes Sir Thomas in a similar man- 
 ner, and, in his confusion, tilts his 2ylcite of hot soup into his lap.) 
 
 Blush. Oh dear ! Oh dear ! 
 
 Sir T. Hey ! zounds, what's the matter now ? 
 
 Nick. 'Squire ha' tilted the hot soup over his breeches. Sir 
 Thomas. 
 
 Sir T. Dear ! dear ! what an accident ! Some clean cloths, 
 rascal. 
 
 Lady F. It's always unlucky to upset the salt. I thought 
 something fatal would happen through it. 
 
 Dinah. I hope no material injury is hke to occur from 
 this, Mr. Blushington ! 
 
 Frank. You haven't completely scalded yourself. Nothing 
 fatal, is there, Ned ? Why don't you bring some napkins, 
 Nicholas ? 
 
 Blush. I musn't appear to mind it, though I am more than 
 three parts parboiled. {Aside.) Not at all — not at all — 'tis 
 a mere trifle. 
 
 Nick. I'll wipe you down, sir. Nothing shall be spoiled : 
 your silks will be as good as ever, with a little washing. It 
 hasn't taken the skin off, has it, sir ? There, now you're as well 
 as if nothing had happened. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 273 
 
 Blush, {Aside.) As well as if nothing had happened, after 
 such a fomentation as this ? Wh)^, my legs and thighs seem 
 stewing in a boiling cauldron. Oh dear ! oh dear ! if any- 
 body would but chuck me into the New River now. 
 
 Sir T. Here, Nicholas, take away the soup. You don't 
 wish for any more, do you, Mr. Blushington ? 
 
 Blush. Not a drop, I can assure you. 
 
 Sir T. No ; I think we've had enough. Shall I trouble 
 you to cut up that capon? 
 
 Blush. Carve a capon ! Lord bless me, I couldn't carve a 
 cabbage ; but I must not let them see my ignorance. I must 
 try and hack it, somehow. (Aside.) Oh, yes; certainly, by 
 all means. Eh ! there, if I haven't knocked over the butter- 
 boat. Nothing but misfortunes. Oh ! that I could hide my- 
 self forever from the light of day ! 
 
 Lady F. Allow me, Mr. Blushington. You young bache- 
 lors are not so used to carving, as us old married folks : Dinah 
 is as awkward at carving, as any one. Matrimony is the only 
 thing to make good carvers. 
 
 Blush. Certainly ; by all means ! Your ladyship is ex- 
 tremely good. — I'd give a thousand pounds if dinner was but 
 once well over. [Aside.) 
 
 Frank, Mr. Blushington, Dinah will take a glass of wine 
 with you. 
 
 Blush. Oh ! yes, certainly ; by all means ! Lord bless me ! 
 Shall I take the liberty, miss ? 
 
 Dinah. I beg your pardon, Mr. Blushington, but that is the 
 vinegar cruet you have in your hand ; there is the bucellas. 
 
 Blush. Ask ten thousand pardons, I'm sure ; but my sight 
 — {Takes hold of a jug of beer.) 
 
 Dinah. No ; that is the beer. 
 
 Blush. True : yes, certainly ; by all means ! that is the 
 beer : this is the wine. Very laughable ! Can't think how I 
 can make so many mistakes ! Am extremely happy to nob and 
 hob — that is, hob and nob. 
 
 Sir T. Let me recommend a piece of this pudding, Mr. 
 Blushington : you'll find it uncommonly good ; I can assure 
 you, I do. 
 
 Blush, Oh! yes; certainly, by all means. {Sir Thomas 
 helps Blushington to some pudding; he cuts a piece^ and is 
 about to put it into his mouth. ) 
 
 Dinah. Shall I trouble you for a part of that widgeon, Mr. 
 Blushington ? 
 
274 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Blush. Oh ! yes ; certainly, by all means. (Pops the piece 
 of pudding into his mouth.) Eh ! oh ! ah ! I — my mouth ! my 
 mouth ! — fire ! water ! — I'm burnt ! I'm — oh ! ah ! eh ! 
 
 Sir T, God bless me ! — Ah ! there's nothing so bad as hot 
 pudding. Some water there, Nicholas ! 
 
 Lady F. No ; oil is the best for drawing out fire, Sir Tho- 
 mas. The poor young man is full of accidents ! 
 
 Dinah. If I might advise, Mr. Blushington, I would recom- 
 mend wine. 
 
 AIL Ay, ay ; a glass of sherry. 
 
 Frank. Nicholas, bring a glass of sherry, rascal ! 
 
 Nich. [Aside.) Sherry ! I'll give him a little brandy. He 
 needs something, so dashed as he is : besides, he gave me some 
 strong ale this morning, and one good turn deserves another. — 
 Here it be, sir. {Gives Blushington a glass of brandy.) 
 
 Blush. Certainly, by all means — thank ye. (Drinks.) Oh I 
 murder, murder ; I'm scarified — I'm skinned — I'm — oh dear ! 
 oh dear! — the brandy, the brandy ! 
 
 Gyp. I must get him away ; he's incurable. 
 
 Sir T. What do you mean, scoundrel, by giving the gentle- 
 man brandy ! You incendiary, do you think vve are playing at 
 Snap-dragon ? Silence your giggling there, or I'll discharge 
 the whole of you ! Compose yourself, Mr. Blushington. Be 
 cool ! Sit down a bit. 
 
 Blush. I'm in a perspiration — a conflagration ! Where's 
 my handkerchief? ( Takes his inky handkerchief, and blacks his 
 face. ) 
 
 Sir T. Oh ! oh ! but I can't stand that. 
 
 Gyp. I must get him away. Leave the place, sir. (Taking 
 away his chair., to give him room.) 
 
 Blush. Eh ! leave the place, Gyp ! certainly, by all means. 
 \— (Blushing Ion rushes off., dravnng the table-cloth — which he 
 has fastened to his button-hole — after him, overturning the whole 
 of the dinner things.) (Exeunt.) 
 
 VIII.— FROM PAUL ^RY.— Poole. 
 
 TANKARD — BILLY — OLDBUTTON PAUL PRY. 
 
 (Enter Tankard and Billy.) 
 Tankard. Now, Billy, as this is the first week of your ser- 
 vice, you must stir about you, look well to the customers, and 
 see they want nothing. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 275 
 
 Billy. I warrant me, sir ; though the folks say I look harm- 
 less, I'm sharp ; I carry my wits about me in a case, as my 
 grandmother carries her scissors ; but, sir, when I like, I can 
 draw and cut, I assure you. 
 
 Tan. Well, this is to be proved ; now you know what you 
 have to do, to-day. 
 
 Bil. First, there's to attend to Captain Hawkesley, in the 
 blue room ; he that locks himself up all day, and only comes 
 out with the stars. Then there's to look to the fire-works, when 
 the company arrives. Then there's to get ready the room that 
 you call the Elephant, for the new company, Mr. Oldbutton, and 
 — and the last of all — 
 
 Tan, To get rid of that impudent Paul Pry. 
 
 Bil I'll do it, sir. 
 
 Tan. Will you ? it's more than I can ; I have only taken 
 this inn six months, and he's been here every day. First, he 
 asked me where 1 got the money to take the house ; then, if I 
 was married ; whether my wife bore an excellent character ; 
 whether my children had had the measles : and, as I wouldn't 
 answer any of these questions, he hoped he didn't intrude, but 
 begged to know how many lumps of sugar I put into a crown 
 bowl of punch. 
 
 Bil. Oh ! sir, that's nothing to what he asked me last night ; 
 he asked me whether you gave me good wages. 
 
 Tan. Well, and I hope you gave him an answer. 
 
 Bil. Yes, I did, sir. 
 
 Tan. What did you say ? 
 
 Bil, Why, I told him my wages were like his good man- 
 ners ; very little of 'em, but I hoped they would both soon mend. 
 
 Tan. Well, Billy, only rid me of this intolerable Paul, and 
 your wages shall mend. Here has this Mr. Pry, although he 
 has an establishment of his own in the town, been living and 
 sleeping here these six days ! But I'm determined to get rid of 
 him ; and do you instantly go, Billy, and affront him ; do any 
 thing with him, so as you make him turn his back upon the 
 house. Eh, here's a coach driven up ; it is surely Mr. Oldbut- 
 ton ; run, Billy, run. {^Exil Billy.) Roaring times, these. 
 {Billy enters, showing in Mr. Oldbutton.) Welcome, sir, most 
 welcome to the Golden Chariot. 
 
 Mr. Oldbutton. Landlord, I have some letters to answer ; 
 which is my apartment 1 
 
 Tan. Why, sir ; confound that Paul Pry, he has the gentle- 
 man's room, and I can't get him out of it ; why, sir, I did not 
 
276 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 expect you some hours yet ; if you'll have the kindness to step 
 into this apartment for a few minutes, your own room shall be 
 properly arranged. I really beg ten thousand — 
 
 Mr. Old. No compliments, Mr. Landlord, and when you 
 speak to me in future, keep yourself upright ; I hate tradesmen, 
 with backs of whale-bone. d 
 
 Tan. Why, civility, Mr. Oldbutton— 
 
 Mr. Old. Is this the room? {Tankard hows > Exit Old- 
 button.) 
 
 Tan. Now such a customer would deeply offend a man, if 
 he had not the ultimate satisfaction of making out his bill. 
 {Enter Billy,) 
 
 Oh, you've just come in time : ask no questions; there's Mr. 
 Pry's room ; if you get him out of the house, I'll raise your wa- 
 ges; if you do not, you shall go yourself; now you know the 
 terms. {Exit.) 
 
 Bil. Then it is either you or myself, Mr. Pry ; so here goes. 
 (As Billy is running towards the room, he sees Pry, with his head 
 out of door, listening. Enter Paul Pry.) 
 
 Paul Pry. Hope I don't intrude ; I say, Billy, who is that 
 old gentleman, who just came in ? 
 
 Bil. Old gentleman ?-— why, there's nobody come in. 
 
 Paul. Don't fib, Billy, I saw him. 
 
 Bil. You saw him ! — why, how could you see him, when 
 there's no window in the room ? 
 
 Paul. I always guard against such an accident, and carry a 
 gimblet with me. {Producing one.) Nothing like making a 
 little hole in the wainscot. 
 
 Bil. Why, surely you haven't — 
 
 Paul. It has been a fixed principle of my life, Billy, never 
 to take a lodging or a house, with a brick wall to it. I say, tell 
 me, who is he ? 
 
 JBiL (Aside.) Well, I'll tell him something. Why, if you 
 must know, I think he's an army lieutenant, on half-pay. 
 
 Paul. An army lieutenant ! half-pay ! ah ! that will never 
 afford ribbons and white feathers. 
 
 Bil. Now, Mr. Pry, my master desires me to say, he can't 
 accommodate you any longer ; your apartment is wanted, an( 
 really, Mr. Pry, you can't think how much you'll oblige me by 
 going. 
 
 Paul. To be sure, Billy, I wouldn't wish to intrude for the 
 world — your master's doing a great deal of business in this 
 house — what did he give for the good will of it ? 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. . 277 
 
 Tan. ( Without.) Billy ! 
 
 Bil. There now, I'm called — and I've to make ready the 
 room for the Freemasons, that meet to-night — they that wouldn't 
 admit you into their society. 
 
 FauL Yes, I know ; they thought I should intrude. 
 
 Tan, (Without.) Billy! 
 
 Bil. Now you must go — good bye, Mr. Pry — I'm called. 
 
 FauL Oh, good bye — good morning. (Exit.) 
 
 Bil. He's gone! — I'm coming, sir. (Exit.) 
 {Re-enter Paul Pry.) 
 
 Paul An army lieutenant ! Who can it be ? I shouldn't 
 wonder if it's Mrs. Thomas's husband ; who, she says, was killed 
 in India ! If it should be, it will break off her flirting with 
 Mr. Cinnamon, the grocer — there's pretty doings in that quar- 
 ter, for I caught the rheumatism watching them in a frosty night 
 last winter ! An army lieutenant ! Mrs. Thomas has a daugh- 
 ter ; I'll just peep through the key-hole, and see if there's a family 
 likeness between them. {Goes to the door and peeps.) Bless 
 me ! why, there certainly is something about the nose — oh ! she's 
 writing. ( The door is suddenly opened by Oldbutton, who dis- 
 covers Paul.) 
 
 Paul. I hope I don't intrude — I was trying to find my apart- 
 ment. 
 
 Mr. Old. Was it necessary to look through the key-hole 
 for it, sir ? 
 
 Paul. I'm rather short-sighted, sir ; sad affliction ! my poor 
 mother was short-sighted, sir ; in fact, it's a family failing ; all 
 the Prys are obliged to look close. 
 
 Mr. Old. Whilst I sympathize with your distresses, sir, I 
 trust to be exempt from the impertinence which you may attach 
 to them. 
 
 Paul. Would not intrude for the world, sir. What may be 
 your opinion, sir, of the present state of the kingdom ? How do 
 you like peace ? It must press hard upon you gentlemen of the 
 army ; a lieutenant's half pay now, is but little, to make both 
 ends meet. 
 
 Mr. Old. Sir ! ^ 
 
 Paul, Especially when a man's benevolent to his poor rela- 
 tions. Now, sir, perhaps you allow something out of your five- 
 and-six-pence a day, to your mother, or maiden sister. Between 
 you and me, I must tell you what I have learnt here. 
 
 Mr. Old. Between you and me, sir, I must tell you what I 
 have learnt in India. 
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278 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Paul. What, have you been in India ? Wouldn't intrude 
 an observation for the world ; but I thought you had a yellowish 
 look ; something of an orange-peeling countenance. You've 
 been in India? Although I'm a single man, I wouldn't ask an 
 improper question ; but is it true that the blacks employ no tay- 
 lors nor milliners 1 If not, what, do they do to keep off the 
 flies ? 
 
 Mr. Old. That is what I was about to inform you ; they 
 carry canes. Now, sir, five minutes' conversation with you, 
 has fully convinced me that there are flies in England, as well 
 as in India ; and that a man may be as impertinpntly inquisi- 
 tive at Dover, as at Bengal. All I have to add is — I carry a 
 cane. 
 
 Paul. In such a case, I'm the last to intrude. I've only one 
 question to ask — Is your name Thomas ? whether you have a 
 wife ? how old she is ? and where you were married ? 
 
 Mr. Old. Well, sir, a man may sometimes play with a pup- 
 py, as well as kick him ; and, if it will aflbrd you any satisfac- 
 tion, learn my name is Thomas. 
 
 Paul. Oh ! poor Mr. Cinnamon ! This is going to India ! 
 Mr. T., I'm afraid you'll find that somebody here has intruded 
 in your place — for between you and me — {OldbuUon surveys 
 him contemptuously, and, whilst Paul is talking, Oldbutton stalks 
 off. Paul, on looking round,) Well, it isn't that I interfere 
 much in people's concerns ; if I did, how unhappy I could make 
 that man. This Freemason's sign puzzles me ; they wouldn't 
 make me a member ; but I have slept six nights in the next 
 room to them ; and, thanks to my gimblet, I know the business. 
 There was Mr. Smith, who was only in the Gazette last week, 
 taking his brandy and water ; he can't afford that, I know. 
 Then there was Mr. Hodgkins, who makes his poor wife and 
 children live upon baked potatoes six days out of the week, (for 
 I know the shop where they are cooked,) calling, like a lord, 
 for a Welch rarebit; I only wish his creditors could see him : 
 but I don't trouble my head with these matters ; if I did — eh ! 
 ^Why there is one of the young Jones, going again to Mr. 
 Notick, the pawnbroker's ; that's the third time this week ; well, 
 I've just time enough to run to Notick's, and see what he's 
 brought, before I go to inquire at the Post Office, who in the 
 town has letters. (Exit.) 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 279 
 
 IX.— FROM THE SWORD.— Berquin. 
 
 LORD ONSBURG — AUGUSTUS, HIS SON — HENRIETTA, HIS DAUGHTER 
 
 FRANK RAYNTON, WILLIAM RAYNTON, EDWARD DUDLEY, 
 
 CHARLES DUDLEY, FRIENDS OF AUGUSTUS — CRAPE, A SERVANT 
 
 TO LORD ONSBURG. 
 
 \ 
 
 Scene 1. — The apartment of Augustus. 
 
 Augustus. Aha ! this is my birthday ! They did well to 
 tell noe, otherwise I should never have thought of it. Well, it 
 will bring me some new present from papa. But, let's see, what 
 will he give me? Crape had something under his coat, when 
 he went into papa's room. He would not let me go in with 
 him. Ah ! if I were not obliged to appear a little more sedate 
 than usual, 1 should have forced him to show me what he was 
 carrying. But hist ! 1 shall soon know it. Here comes my 
 papa. 
 {Enter Lord Onslurg^ holding in his hand a sword and heJt.) 
 
 Lord Onsburg. Ah ! are you there, Augustus ! I have al- 
 ready wished you joy of your birthday ; but that is not enough, 
 is it? 
 
 Aug. Oh ! papa — but what have you in your hand there ? 
 
 Lord O. Something that I fear will not become you well. 
 A sword — look ye ! 
 
 Aug. What ! is it for me? Oh ! give it to me, dear papa ; 
 I will be so good and so diligent for the future — 
 
 Lord O. Ah ! if I thought that ! But do you know that a 
 sword requires a man ? That he must be no longer a child 
 who wears one, but should conduct himself with circumspec- 
 tion and decency ; and, in short, that it is not the sword that 
 adorns the man, but the man who adorns the sword. 
 
 Aug. Oh ! never fear me. 1 shall adorn m.ine, I warrant ! 
 and I'll have nothing to say to those mean persons— 
 
 Lord O. Whom do you call those mean persons ? 
 
 Aug. I mean those who cannot wear a sword — those who 
 are not of the nobility, as you and I are. 
 
 Lord O. For my part, I know of no mean persons but those 
 who have a wrong way of thinking, and a worse way of con- 
 ducting themselves ; who are disobedient to their parents, rude 
 and unmannerly to others : so that I see many mean persons 
 
260 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 among the nobility, and many noble among those whom you call 
 mean. 
 
 Aug, Yes, I think in the same manner. 
 
 Lord O. What were you saying, then, just now, of wearing 
 a sword? Do you think that the real advantages of nobility 
 consist in such fopperies ? They serve to distinguish ranks, be- 
 cause it is necessary that ranks should be distinguished in the 
 world. But the most elevated rank does only add more dis- 
 grace to the man unworthy to fill it. 
 
 Aug. So I believe, papa. But it will be no disgrace to me to 
 have a sword, and to wear it. 
 
 Lord O. No. I mean that you will render yourself wor- 
 hy of this distinction no otherwise, than by your good behavior. 
 Here is your sword, but remember— 
 
 Aug. Oh! yes, papa. You shall see! (He endeavors to 
 put the sword by his side, but cannot. Lord Onsburg helps him 
 to buckle it on.) 
 
 Lord O. Eh ! why, it does not sit so ill. 
 
 Aug. Does it now ? Oh ! I knew that. 
 
 Lord O. It becomes you surprisingly. But, above all things, 
 remember what I told you. Good bye ! ( Going, he returns.) 
 I had forgot ; I have just sent for your little party of friends, 
 to spend the day with you. Observe to behave yourself suit- 
 ably. 
 
 Aug. Yes, papa. (He struts up and down the room, and 
 now and then looks back, to see if his sword be behind him.) 
 This is fine ! This is being something like a gentleman ! Let 
 any of your citizens come in my way now. No more famil- 
 iarity, if they do not wear a sword : and if they take it amiss — 
 aha ! out with my rapier. But, hold ! let us first see if it has a 
 good blade. (Drawing his sword, and using furious gestures.) 
 What, does that tradesman mean lo affront me ? One — two ! 
 Ah ! you defend yourself, do you ? Die, scoundrel ! 
 (Enter Henrietta.) 
 
 Henrietta. (Who screams on hearing the last words.) Bless 
 me ! Augustus, are you mad ? 
 
 Aug. Is it you, sister ? 
 
 Hen. Yes, you see it is. But what do you do with that in- 
 strument? (Pointing to the sword.) 
 
 Aug. Do with it ? what a gentleman should do. 
 
 Hen. And who is he that you are going to send out of the 
 world ? 
 
 Aug. The first who shall dare to take the wall of me. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 281 
 
 Hen. I see there are many lives in danger. And if I should 
 happen to be the person — 
 
 t^ug. You ? I would not advise you. I wear a sword now, 
 you see. Papa made me a present of it. 
 
 Hen. I suppose to go and kill people, right or v/rong. 
 
 Aug. Aint I the honorable ? If they do not give me the 
 respect due, smack, a box on the ear. And, if your little com- 
 moner will be impertinent — sword in hand — {Going to draw it.) 
 
 Hen. Oh ! leave it in quiet, brother. And. lest I should 
 run the risk of affronting you unknowingly, I wish to be inform- 
 ed v/hat the respect is that you demand. 
 
 Aug. You shall soon see. My father has just sent for some 
 of my young acquaintance. If those little puppies do not be- 
 have themselves respectfully, you shall see how I will manage. 
 
 Hen. Very well ^ but I ask you what we must do, to behave 
 ourselves respectfully towards you ? 
 
 Aug. In the first place, I insist upon a low bow — very low. 
 
 Hen. ( With an affected gravity, making him a low courtesy.) 
 Your lordship's most humble servant. Was that well ? 
 
 Aug. No joking, Henrietta, if you please ; or else — 
 
 Hen. Nay, I am quite serious, I assure you. We must 
 take care to know and perform our duty to respectable persons. 
 It would not be amiss to inform your little friends too. 
 
 Aug. Oh ! I will have some sport with those fellows ; give 
 one a pull, another a pinch, and play all sorts of tricks on them. 
 
 Hen. Those, I take it, are some of the duties of a gentle- 
 man who wears a sword ; but if those fellows should not like 
 the sport, and return it on the gentleman's ears — 
 
 Aug. What ! low vulgar blood ? No ; they have neither 
 hearts nor swords. 
 
 Hen. Really, papa could not have given you a more useful 
 present. He saw plainly what a hero was concealed in the per- 
 son of his son, and that he wanted but a sword to show him in 
 his proper light. 
 
 Aug. Hark ye, sister ! it is my birthday ; we must divert 
 ourselves. However, you will not say any thing of it to papa. 
 
 Hen. Why not ? he would not have given you a sword, if he 
 did not expect some exploit of this sort, irom a gentleman newly 
 equipped. Would he have advised you otherwise ? 
 
 Aug. Certainly ! you know that he is always preaching to 
 me. 
 
 Hen. What has he been preaching to you ? 
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282 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Jtug. Preaching ! why he said that I should adorn my sword, 
 and not my sword me. 
 
 Hen, In that case, you understand him properly, I must 
 say ; to adorn one's sword, is to know how to make use of it ; 
 and you are willing to show already that you have that knowl- 
 edge. 
 
 Aug. Very well, sister ! you think to joke ; but I would 
 have you to know, madam — 
 
 Hen, Oh ! I know extremely well, all that you can tell me ; 
 but do you know too, that there is one principal ornament want- 
 ing to your sword ? 
 
 Aug, What is that ? ( Unbuckles the belt, and looks all over 
 the sword.) I do not see that there is the least thing wanting. 
 
 Hen. Really, you are a very clever swordsman. But a 
 sword-knot now ! Ah ! how a blue and silver knot would dan- 
 gle from that hilt ! 
 
 Aug. You are right, Henrietta. Hark ye ! you have a 
 whole band-box full of ribbons, in your room ; so — 
 
 Hen. I was thinking of it ; provided that you do not give 
 me a specimen of your fencing, or lay your blade about me in 
 return. 
 
 Aug. Nonsense ! here is my hand, that is enough ; you 
 have nothing to fear. But quick, a handsome knot ! when my 
 little party comes, they shall see me in all my grandeur. 
 
 Hen. Give it to me, then. 
 
 Aug, ( Giving her the sword. ) There, make haste ! you 
 will leave it in my room, on the table, that I may find it when I 
 want it. 
 
 Hen. Depend on me. 
 
 [Enter Crape.) 
 
 Crape, The two Master Dudleys, and the Master Rayn- 
 tons, are below. 
 
 Aug. Well ! cannot they come up ? Must I go to receive 
 them at the bottom of the stairs ? 
 
 Crape. My lady ordered me to tell you to come and meet 
 them. 
 
 Aug, No, no — it is better to wait for them here. 
 
 Hen, Nay, but since mamma desires that you will go 
 down — 
 
 Aug. Indeed, they are worth all that ceremony ! Well, I 
 shall go directly. Come, what are you doing? Will this make 
 my sword-knot ? Go, run, and let me find it on my table, prop- 
 erly done. Do you hear ? {Exeunt Augustus and Crape.) 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 283 
 
 Hen. The little insolent ! in what a tone he speaks to me ! 
 Luckily, I have the sword. A proper instrument indeed, in the 
 hands of so quarrelsome a boy ! Yes, yes, stay till I return it 
 to you. My papa does not know you so well as I do. But he 
 must be told — ah ! here he is. 
 
 {Enter Lord Onsiurg.) 
 
 Hen. You are come in good time, papa. I was going to 
 you. 
 
 Lord 0. What have you, then, of so much consequence, to 
 tell me ? — But what do you do with your brother's sword ? 
 
 Hen. I have promised him to put a handsome knot to it ; 
 but it was only to get this dangerous weapon out of his hands. 
 Do not give it to him again, whatever you do. 
 
 Lord O. Why should I take back a present I have given 
 him? 
 
 Hen. At least be so good as to keep it until he becomes 
 more peaceable. I just now found him all alone, laying about 
 him like Don Quixote, and threatening to make his first trial of 
 fencing, upon his companions that come to see him. 
 
 Lord O. The little quarreler ! If he will use it for his first 
 exploits, they shall not turn out to his honor, I promise you. 
 Give me the sword. 
 
 Hen. {Giving him the sword.) There, sir, I hear him on 
 the stairs. 
 
 Lord O. Run, make his knot, and bring it to me when it is 
 ready. ( They go out. ) 
 
 Scene 2. 
 
 {Enter Augustus, Edward and Charles Dudley^ Frank and 
 
 William Raynton. — Augustus enters first., with his hat on ; 
 
 the others folloiv him., uncovered.) 
 
 Edward. {Aside to Frank.) This is a very polite recep- 
 tion. 
 
 Frank. {Aside to Edward.) I suppose it is the fashion 
 now to receive company with one's hat on, and to walk before 
 them in one's own house. 
 
 Aug. What are you mumbling there ? 
 
 Ed. Nothing, Mr. Onsburg ; nothing. 
 
 Aug. Is it something that I should not hear ? 
 
 Frank. Perhaps it may. 
 
 Aug. Now I insist upon knowing it. 
 
 Frank. When you have a right to demand it. 
 
284 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Ed, Softly, Raynton — it does not become us in a strange 
 house — 
 
 Frank. It is still less becoming to be impolite in one's own 
 house. 
 
 Aug. [HavgJitily.) Impolite! I impolite ! Is it because 
 I walked before you ? 
 
 Frank. That is the very reason. Whenever we' have the 
 honor to receive your visits, or those of any other person, we 
 never take the precedence. 
 
 Aug. You only do your duty. But from you to me — 
 
 Frank. What then, from you to me ? — 
 
 Aug. Are you noble ? 
 
 Frank. {To the two Dudleys and Ms brother.) Let us leave 
 him to himself, with his nobility, if you will take my advice. 
 
 Ed. Fie ! Mr. Onsburg ! if you think it beneath your dig- 
 nity to keep company with us, why invite us here? We did 
 not ask that honor. 
 
 Aug. It was not I who invited you ; it was my papa. 
 
 Frank. Then we will go to my lord, and thank him for his 
 civility. At the same time, we shall let him know that his son 
 thinks it a dishonor to receive us. Come, brother. 
 
 Aug. {Stopping him.) You cannot take a joke, Master 
 Raynton. Why, I am very happy to see you. It was to do 
 me a pleasure, that papa invited you, for this is my birthday. 
 I beg you will stay with me. 
 
 Frank. This is another affair. But be more polite for the 
 future. Though I have not a title, as you have, yet I will not 
 suffer any one to offend me, without resenting it. 
 
 Ed. Be quiet, Raynton ; we should be good friends. 
 
 Charles. This is your birthday, then, Mr. Onsburg ? 
 
 Ed. I wish you many happy returns of it. 
 
 Frank. So do I, sir ; and all manner of prosperity, {Aside^) 
 and particularly that you may grow a little more polite. 
 
 William. I suppose you have had several handsome pres- 
 ents. 
 
 Aug. Oh ! of course. 
 
 Charles. A great many cakes and sweetmeats, no doubt ? 
 
 Aug. Ha ! ha ! cakes ? that would be pretty, indeed. I have 
 them every day. 
 
 Wil. Ah ! then I'll wager, it is in money. Two or three 
 crowns ? eh ! 
 
 Aug. {Disdainfully.) Something better, and which I alone, 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 285 
 
 of all here — yes, I alone, have a right lo wear. {Frank and 
 Edward talk aside.) 
 
 Wil. If I liad what has been given to you, I could wear it 
 as well as another, perhaps. 
 
 Aug. (Looking at Mm with an air of contempt.) Poor 
 creature! (To the tivo elder brothers.) What, are you both 
 whispering there again ? I think you should assist to amuse me. 
 
 Ed. Only furnish us with the means. 
 
 Frank. He who receives friends, should study their amuse- 
 ment. 
 
 Aug. What do you mean by that, Mr. Raynton ? 
 (Enter Henrietta, bringing a plate, with cakes.) 
 
 Hen. Your servant, gentlemen — I am glad to see you well. 
 
 Frank. Much at your service, miss. (Bowing to her.) 
 
 Ed. We are happy to see you, miss, among our party. 
 
 Hen. Sir, you are very obliging. (To Augustus.) Brother, 
 mamma has sent you this, to entertain your friends, until the 
 chocolate is ready. Crape will bring it up presently, and I shall 
 have the pleasure of helping you. 
 
 Frank. Miss, you will do us a great deal of honor. 
 
 Aug. We do not want you here ! — But now I think of it, 
 my sword-knot ! 
 
 Hen. You will find the sword and the knot, in your room. 
 Good bye, gentlemen, until I see you again. 
 
 Frank. Shall we soon have the favor of your company, 
 miss? 
 
 Hen. I am going to ask mamma's leave. (Exit.) 
 
 Aug. (Sitting down.) Come, take chairs, and sit down. 
 ( They look at each other, and sit down, without speaking. Au- 
 gustus helps the two younger, and then himself, so plentifully , 
 that nothing remains for the two elder.) Stop a moment ! They 
 will bring m more, and then I'll give you some. 
 
 Frank. Oh ! no, we do not desire it. 
 
 Aug. Oh ! with all my heart. 
 
 Ed. If this be the politeness of a young nobleman — 
 
 Aug. Is it with such as you, that one must stand upon cer- 
 emony 1 I told you before, that they will bring us up something 
 else. You may take it when it comes, or not take it ; you un- 
 derstand that ? 
 
 Frank. Yes, that is plain enough ; and we see plainly, too, 
 in what company we are. 
 
 Ed. Are you going to begin your quarrels again ? Mr. 
 Onsburg, Raynton, fie ! (Augustus rises ; all the rest also,) 
 
2^8 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Aug. [Going wp to Frank.) In what company are you, 
 
 then, my little cit ? 
 
 Frank. [Firmly.) With a young nobleman, that is very^ 
 rude and very impudent — who values himself more than he 
 ought — and who does not know how well-bred people should be- 
 have one to the other. 
 - Ed. We are all of the same opinion. 
 • Aug. 1 rude and impudent ? Tell me so, who am a gen- 
 tleman ! 
 
 Frank. Yes, I say it again — very rude and very impu- 
 dent — though you were a duke, though you were a prince. 
 
 Aug. (Striking him.) I'll teach you to whom you are 
 talking. [Frank goes to lay hold on him. Augustus slips back, 
 goes out., and shuts the door. ) 
 
 ' Ed. Bless me, Raynton, what have you done ? he will go 
 to his father, and tell him a thousand stories. What will he 
 think of us ? 
 
 Frank. His father is a man of honor. I will go to him, if 
 Augustus does not. He certainly has not invited us here to be 
 ill-treated by his son. 
 
 Charles. He will send us home, and make a complaint 
 against us. 
 
 Wil. No — my brother behaved himself properly. My papa 
 will approve what he has done, when we tell him the whole. 
 He does not understand having his.children ill-used. 
 
 Frank. Come with me. Let us all go and find Lord Onsburg. 
 [Augustus enters, with his sword undraion. The tioo younger 
 
 boys run, one in a corner, and the other behind an arm-chair. 
 
 Frank and Edward stand firm.) 
 
 Aug. [Going up to Frank.) ?Jow, I'll teach you, you little 
 insolent. [Draws, and instead of a Made, finds a long turkefs 
 feather. He stops short, in confusion. The little ones hurst 
 into a loud laugh, and come up.) 
 
 Frank. Come on ! let us see the temper of, your sword ! 
 
 Ed. Do not add to his confusion. He only deserves con- 
 tempt. 
 
 Wil. Aha ! This was it, then, that you alone had a right to 
 wear ! 
 
 Charles. He will not do any terrible harm to any body, with 
 that terrible weapon. 
 
 Frank. I could punish you now for your rudeness, but I 
 should blush to take such a revenge. 
 
 Ed. He is no longer worthy of our company. Let us all 
 leave him to himselfT 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 287 " 
 
 WiL Good bye to you, Mr. Knight of the turkey's feather ! 
 
 Charles. We shall not conie here again, until you be dis- 
 armed, for you are too terrible now ! (As they are going, Frank 
 stops them,) 
 
 Frank. Let us stay, and give an account of our behavior to 
 his father, otherwise appearances will be against us. 
 
 Ed. You are right. What would he think of us, were we 
 to leave his house thus, without seeing him ? 
 (Enter Lord Onshvrg. They all 'put on an air of respect, at the 
 
 entrance of Lord Onshurg. Augustus goes aside, and cries 
 for spite.) 
 
 LordO. (To Augustus. looking at him with indignation.) 
 Well, sir, you have honored your sword nobly — shame ! sir, 
 shame ! [Augustus sobs, but cannot speak.) 
 
 Frank. My lord, you will pardon this disturbance that ap- 
 pears among us. It was not caused by us. From the first 
 moment of our coming, Mr. Onsburg received us so ill — 
 
 Lord O. Do not be uneasy, my dear little friend. I know 
 all. I was in the next room, and heard, from the beginning, 
 my son's unbecoming discourse. He is the more blamable, as 
 he had just been making me the fairest promises. I have sus- 
 pected his impertinence, for a longtime, but I wished to see my- 
 self how far he was capable of carrying it ; and, for fear of mis- 
 chief, I put a blade to his sword, that, as you see, will not spill 
 much blood. (The children burst out a laughing.) 
 
 Frank. Excuse the freedom, my lord, that I took, in telling 
 him the truth a little bluntly. 
 
 Lord O. I rather owe you my thanks for it. You are an 
 excellent young gentleman, and deserve, much better than he 
 does, to wear this badge of honor. As a token of my esteem 
 and acknowledgment, accept this sword ; but I will first put a 
 blade to it, that may be worthy of you. 
 
 Frank. Your lordship is too good ; but allow us to with- 
 draw. Our company may not be agreeable to Mr. Onsburg, 
 to-day. 
 
 Lord O. No, no — my dear boys, you shall stay. My son's 
 presence shall not disturb your pleasure. You may divert 
 yourselves together, and my daughter shall lake care to provide 
 you with whatever may amuse you. Come with me into anoth- 
 er apartment. As for you, sir, (To Augustus,) do not offer 
 to stir from this place. You may celebrate your birthday here, 
 all alone. You shall never wear a sword again, until you de- 
 serve one. (Exeunt.) 
 
288 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 X.— FROM THE DOCTOR IN SPITE OF HIMSELF.- 
 
 Fielding. 
 
 GREGORY SIR JASPER SQUIRE ROBERT HARRY JAMES- 
 DORCAS. 
 
 ©]&! of)! K'm JMi)ateber jou^tr please to |)abe me! 
 Scene 1.— A Wood. 
 
 {Enter Dorcas and Gregory,) 
 
 Gregory. I tell you no, I won't comply, and it is my business 
 to talk and to command. 
 
 Dorcas, And I tell you, you shall conform to my will ; and 
 that I was not married to you to suffer your ill-humors. 
 
 Greg. O the intolerable fatigue of matrimony ! Aristotle 
 never said a better thing in his life, than when he told us, '* that 
 a wife is worse than a plague." 
 
 Dor, Hear the learned gentleman, with his Aristotles. 
 
 Greg, And a learned man J am, too. Find me out a 
 maker of faggots, that's able, like myself, to reason upon things, 
 or that can boast such an education as mine. 
 
 Dor. An education ! 
 
 Greg, Ay, woman, a regular education ; first at the charity- 
 school, where I learnt to read ; then I waited on a gentleman at 
 Oxford, where I learnt — very near as much as my master; 
 from whence I attended a traveling physician six years, under 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. ' 289 
 
 the facetious denomination of a Merry Andrew, where I learnt 
 physic. 
 
 Dor. O that thou hadst followed hinn still ! Ah ! ill'fated 
 hour, wherein I answered the parson — I will. 
 
 Greg. And ill-fated be the parson that asked nne the ques- 
 tion ! 
 
 Dor. You have reason to complain of him, indeed, who 
 ought to be on your knees every moment, returning thanks to 
 Heaven, for that great blessing it sent you, when it sent you 
 myself. — I hope you have not the assurance to think you de- 
 serve such a wife as I. 
 
 Greg. No, really, I don't think I do. — Come, come, madam, 
 it was a lucky day for you, when you found me out. 
 
 Dor. Lucky, indeed ! a fellow who eats every thing I have. 
 
 Greg. That happens to be a mistake, for I drink some part 
 on't. 
 
 Dor. That has not even left me a bed to lie on. 
 
 Greg. You'll rise the earlier. 
 
 Dor. And who, from morning till night, is constantly in an 
 ale house. 
 
 Greg. It's genteel ; the squire does the same. 
 
 Dor. Pray, sir, what are you willing I shall do with my 
 family ? 
 
 Greg. Whatever you please. 
 
 Dor. My four little children, that are continually crying for 
 bread ! 
 
 , - Greg. Give 'em a rod ! best cure in the world, for crying 
 children. 
 
 Dor. And do you imagine, sot — 
 
 Greg. Hark ye, my dear ; you know my temper is not 
 over-and-above passive, and that my arm is extremely active. 
 
 Dor. I laugh at your threats, poor, beggarly, insolent fellow. 
 
 Greg, Soft object of my wishing eyes, I shall play with 
 your pretty ears. 
 
 Dor, Touch me if you dare, you insolent, impudent, dirty, 
 lazy — 
 
 Greg. Oh, ho, ho ! you will have it then, I find. [Beats 
 her.) 
 
 Dor. O murder ! murder ! 
 
 {Enter Squire Robert.) 
 
 Robert. What's trie matter here ? Fie upon you, neighbor, 
 to beat your wife in this scandalous manner. 
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290 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Dor» Well, sir, and I have a mind to be beat, and what 
 then? 
 
 Rob. O dear, madam ! I give my consent, with all my heart 
 and soul. 
 
 Dor, What's that, you saucebox? Is it any business of 
 yours ? 
 
 Moh. No, certainly, madam. 
 
 Dor. Here's an impertinent fellow for you ; won't suffer a 
 husband to beat his own wife ! 
 
 Rob. Neighbor, I ask your pardon, heartily ; here, take 
 and thrash your wife ; beat her as you ought to do. 
 
 Greg. No, sir, I won't beat her. 
 
 Rob. O ! sir, that's another thing. 
 
 Greg. I'll beat her when I please, and will not beat her 
 when I do not please. She is my wife, and not yours. 
 
 Rob, Certainly. 
 
 Dor. Give me the stick, dear husband. 
 
 Rob. Well, if I ever attempt to part husband and wife again, 
 may I be beaten myself. (Exit.) 
 
 Greg. Come, my dear, let us be friends. 
 
 Dor. What, after beating me so ? 
 
 Greg, 'Twas but in jest. 
 
 Dor. I desire your will crack your jests on your own bones 
 next time, not on mine. 
 
 Greg. Psha ! you know, you and I are one, and I beat one 
 half of myself, when I beat you. 
 
 Dor. Yes, but for the future, I desire you will beat the other 
 half of yourself. 
 
 Greg. Come, my pretty dear, I ask pardon ; I'm sorry for't. 
 
 Dor. For once, I pardon you, — but you shall pay for it. 
 
 Greg. Psha ! psha ! child, these are only little affairs, neces- 
 sary in friendship ; four or five good blows with a cudgel, between 
 your very fond couples, only tend to heighten the affections. 
 I'll now to the wood, and I promise thee to make a hundred fag- 
 ots before I come home again. (Exit.) 
 
 Dor. If I am not revenged on those blows of yours ! — Oh, 
 that I could but think of some method to be revenged on him ! 
 — Oh, that I could find out some invention to get him well drub- 
 bed! 
 
 [Enter Harry and James.) 
 
 Harry. Were ever two fools sent on such a message as we 
 are, in quest of a dumb doctor ? 
 
 James, Blame your own paltry memory, that made you 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 291 
 
 forget his name. For my part, I'll travel through the world, 
 rather than return without him ; that were as much as a limb 
 or two were worth. 
 
 Har. Was ever such a sad misfortune ! to lose the letter ! 
 I should not even know his name, if I were to hear it. 
 
 Dor. Can I find no invention to be revenged ? (^side,) 
 — Heyday ! who are these ? 
 
 Jam. Hark ye, mistress ; do you know where — where— 
 where doctor what-d'ye-call him, lives ? » 
 
 Dor, Doctor who? 
 
 Jam. Doctor — doctor — what's his name ? 
 
 Dor. Hey ! what, has the fellow a mind to banter me 1 
 
 Har. Is there no physician hereabouts, famous for curing 
 dumbness ? 
 
 Dor. I fancy you have no need of such a physician, Mr. 
 Impertinence. 
 
 Har. Don't mistake us, good woman ; we don't mean to 
 banter you ; we are sent by our master, whose daughter has 
 lost her speech, for a certain physician, who lives hereabouts ; 
 we have lost our direction, and 'tis cts much as our lives are 
 worth, to return without him. 
 
 Dor. There is one Doctor Lazy lives just by, but he has 
 left off practising. You would not get him a mile, to save the 
 lives of a thousand patients. 
 
 Jam. Direct us but to him ; we'll bring him with us one 
 way or other, I warrant you. 
 
 Har. Ay, ay, we'll have him with us, though we carry him 
 on our backs. 
 
 Dor, Ha ! revenge inspires me with one of the most admi- 
 rable thoughts to punish the cruel churl. [Aside.) He's reck- 
 oned one of the best physicians in the world, especially for 
 dumbness. 
 
 Har. Pray tell us where he lives ? 
 
 Dor, You'll never be able to get him out of his own house ; 
 but, if you watch hereabouts, you'll certainly meet with him, for 
 he very often amuses himself here with cutting wood. 
 
 Har. A physician cut wood ! 
 
 Jam, I suppose he amuses himself in searching after herbs, 
 you mean. 
 
 Dor, No, he's one of the most extraordinary men in the 
 world ; he goes dressed like a common clown ; for there is 
 nothing he so much dreads, as to be known for a physician. 
 
 Jam, All your great men have strange oddities about 'em. 
 
292 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Dor. Why, he will suffer himself to be beat, before he will 
 own himself to be a physician : and I'll give you my word, 
 you'll never make him own himself one, unless you both of j^ou 
 take a good cudgel and thrash him into it ; 'tis what we are all 
 forced to do, when we have any need of him. 
 
 Jam, What a ridiculous whim is here ! 
 
 Dor, Very true ; and in so great a man. 
 
 Jam. And is he so very skillful a man ? 
 
 Dor, Skillful ! why, he does miracles. About half a year 
 ago, a woman was given over by all her physicians, nay, it is 
 said, she had been dead some time ; when this great man came 
 to her, as soon as he saw her, he poured a little drop of some- 
 thing down her throat, — he had no sooner done it, than she 
 walked about the room as if there had been nothing the matter 
 with her. 
 
 Both, Oh, prodigious ! 
 
 Dor. 'Tis not above three weeks ago, that a child of twelve 
 years old, fell from the top of a house to the bottom, and broke 
 its skull, its arms, and legs. — Our physician was no sooner 
 drubbed into making him a visit, than having rubbed the child all 
 over with a certain ointment, it got upon its legs, and ran away 
 to play. 
 
 Both, Oh, most wonderful ! 
 
 Har. Hey ! James, we'll drub him out of a pot of this 
 ointment. 
 
 Jam. But can he cure dumbness ? 
 
 Dor, Dumbness ! why, the curate of our parish's wife, was 
 born dumb, and the doctor, they say, with a sort of wash, wash- 
 ed her tongue till he set it a-going, so that in less than a month's 
 time, she out-talked her husband. 
 
 Har, This must be the very man we were sent after. 
 
 Dor. Yes, no doubt ; and see, yonder he is. 
 
 Jam. What, that he, yonder ? 
 
 Dor. The very same. — He has spied us, and is taking up 
 his bill. 
 
 Jam. Come, Harry, don't let us lose one moment. — Mis- 
 tress, your servant ; we give you ten thousand thanks for this 
 favor. 
 
 Dor. Be sure and make good use of your sticks. 
 
 Jam, He shan't want for that. {Exeunt.) 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 293 
 
 " Scene 2. — Another part of the Wood. 
 
 (Enter James, Harry, and Gregory.) 
 
 Greg. Feugh ! 'tis most confounded hot weather. Hey ! 
 who have we here ? 
 
 Jajn. Sir, your most obedient, humble servant. 
 
 Greg. Sir, your servant. , (Bowing.) 
 
 Jam. We are mighty happy in finding you here. 
 
 Greg. Ay, hke enough. 
 
 Jam. 'Tis in your power, sir, to do us a very great favor. 
 We come, sir, to implore your assistance in a certain affair. 
 
 G?rg. If it be in my power to give you any assistance, 
 masters, I am very ready to do it. 
 
 Jam. Sir, you are extremely obliging ; but, dear sir, let me 
 beg you'd be covered — the sun will hurt your complexion. 
 
 Har. Oh, do, good sir, do be covered. 
 
 Greg. These should be footmen, by their dress ; but cour- 
 tiers, by their ceremony. (Aside.) 
 
 , Jam. You must not think it strange, sir, that we come thus 
 to seek after you ; men of your capacity will be sought after 
 by the whole world. 
 
 Greg. Truly, gentlemen, though I say it, that should not 
 say it, I have a pretty good hand at a fagot. 
 
 Jam. O dear, sir ! 
 
 Greg. You may, perhaps, buy fagots cheaper elsewhere ; 
 but, if you find such in all this country, you shall have mine for 
 nothing. To make but one word, then, with you, you shall 
 have mine for ten shillings a hundred. 
 
 Jam. Don't talk in that manner, I desire you. 
 
 Greg. I could not sell 'em a penny cheaper, if 'twas to my 
 father. 
 
 Jam. Dear sir, we know you very well — don't jest with us 
 in this manner. 
 
 Greg. Faith, master, I am so much in earnest, that I can't 
 bate one farthing. 
 
 Jam, O pray, sir, leave this idle discourse. Can a person, 
 like you, amuse himself in this manner ? Can a learned and 
 famous physician, like you, try to disguise himself to the worlds 
 and bury such fine talents in the woods ? 
 
 Greg* The fellow's a ninny. 
 
 Jam, Let me entreat you, sir, not to dissemble with us^ 
 
 Har. It is in vain, sir, we know what you ^x^^ 
 25* 
 
294 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Greg. Know what you are ! what do you know of me ? 
 
 Jam, Why, we know you, sir, to be a very great physician. 
 
 Greg, Physician in your teeth ! I a physician ! 
 
 Jam, The fit is on him. — Sir, let me beseech you to con- 
 ceal yourself no longer, and oblige us to — you know what. 
 
 Greg. Know what ! No, sir ; I don't know what. But I 
 know this, that I'm no physician. 
 
 Jam, We must proceed to the usual remedy, I find. And so 
 you are no physician ? 
 
 Greg. No. 
 
 Jam, You are no physician ? 
 
 Greg, No, I tell you. 
 
 Jam, Well, if we must, we must. {Beats him.) 
 
 Greg, <©!) ! ®|) ! Gentlemen ! gentlemen ! what are you 
 doing ? I am — K*m toljatcbet gou'tr please to Jafae me ! 
 
 Jam, Why will you oblige us, sir, to this violence ? 
 
 Har, Why will you force us to this troublesome remedy ? 
 
 Jam. I assure you, sir, it' gives me a great deal of pain. 
 
 Greg, I assure you, sir, and so it does me. But pray, gen- 
 tlemen, what is the reason that you have a mind to make a phy- 
 sician of me 1 
 
 Jam, What ! do you deny your being a physician again ? 
 
 Greg. To be sure I do — I am no physician. 
 
 Har, You are no physician 1 
 
 Greg, May I be hanged, if I am. {They heat him,) Oh? 
 oh ! Dear gentlemen ! Oh ! for mercy's sake ! I am a phy- 
 sician, and an apothecary too, if you'll have me. I had rather 
 be any thing, than be knocked o' the head. 
 
 Jam. Dear sir, I am rejoiced to see you come to your sen- 
 ses ; I ask pardon ten thousand times for what you have forced' 
 us to. , 
 
 Greg. Perhaps I am deceived myself, and am a physician 
 without knowing it. But, dear gentlemen, are you certain I'm 
 a physician ? 
 
 Jam. Yes, the greatest physician in the world. 
 
 Greg, Indeed ! 
 
 Har, A physician that has cured all sorts of distempers. 
 
 Greg. The dickens I have ! 
 
 Jam. That has made a woman walk about the room after 
 she was dead six hours. 
 
 Har. That set a child upon its legs, immediately after it had 
 broke 'em. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 295 
 
 Jam. That made the curate's wife, who was dumb, talk 
 faster than her husband. 
 
 Har. Look ye, sir ; you shall have content ; my master 
 will give you whatever you will demand. 
 
 Greg. Shall I have whatever 1 will demand 1 
 
 Jam. You may depend upon it. 
 
 Greg. I am a physician without doubt — I had forgot it, but 
 I begin to recollect myself. Well — and what is the distemper 
 I am to cure 1 
 
 Jam. My young mistress, sir, has lost her tongue. 
 
 Greg. Well, what if she has ; do you think I've found it? 
 But, come, gentlemen, if I must go with you, 1 must have a 
 physician's habit ; for a physican can no more prescribe without 
 a full wig, than without a fee. {Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 3, — Sir Jasper's House. 
 
 (Enter Sir Jasper and James.) 
 
 Sir Jasper. Where is he? where is he? 
 
 Jam. Only recruiting himself after his journey. You need 
 not be impatient, sir, for were my young lady dead, he'd bring 
 her to life again. He makes no more of bringing a patient to 
 life, than other physicians do of killing him. 
 
 Sir J. 'Tis strange so great a man should have those unac- 
 countable odd humors you mentioned. 
 
 Jam. 'Tis but a good blow or two, and he comes immedi- 
 ately to himself. Here he is. 
 
 (Enter Gregory. ) 
 
 Sir, this is the doctor. 
 
 Sir J. Dear sir, you are the welcomest man in the world. 
 
 Greg. Hippocrates says, we should both be covered. 
 
 Sir J. Ha ! does Hippocrates say so ? In what chapter, 
 pray? 
 
 Greg. In his chapter of hats. 
 
 Sir J. Since Hippocrates says so, I shall obey him. 
 
 Greg. Doctor, after having exceedingly traveled in the high- 
 way of letters — 
 
 Sir J. Doctor ! pray whom do you speak to ? 
 
 Greg. To you, doctor. 
 
 Sir J. Ha ! ha ! — I am a knight, thank the king's grace 
 for it ; but no doctor. 
 
 Greg. What ! you're no doctor ? 
 
 Sir J. No, upon my word. 
 
296 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Greg. You're no doctor ? 
 
 Sir J. Doctor ! no. 
 
 Greg, There — 'tis done. {Beats Mm.) 
 
 Sir J, Done ! in the name of mischief, what's done T 
 
 Greg. Why, now you are made a doctor of physic. (Aside.) 
 I am sure it's all the degrees I ever took. 
 
 Sir J. What bedlamite of a fellow have you brought here ? 
 
 Jam. I told you, sir, the doctor had strange whims with 
 him. 
 
 Sir J. Whims, quotha ! — Truly ! I shall bind his physi- 
 cianship over to his good behavior, if he have any more of these 
 whims. 
 
 Greg. Sir, I ask pardon for the Hberty I have taken. 
 
 Sir J. Oh ! it's very well ; it's very well, for once* 
 
 Greg. I am sorry for these blows. 
 
 Sir J. Nothing at all, nothing at all, sir. 
 
 Greg. Which I was obliged to have the honor of laying so 
 thick on you. 
 
 Sir J. Let's talk no more of 'em, sir — my daughter, doc- 
 tor, is fallen into a very strange distemper. 
 
 Greg. Sir, I am overjoyed to hear it ; and I wish, with all 
 my heart, you, and your whole family, had the same occasion 
 for me as your daughter, to show the great desure I have to 
 serve you. 
 
 Sir J. Sir, I am obliged to you. 
 
 Greg. I assure you, sir, I speak from the very bottom of my 
 soul. 
 
 Sir J. I do believe you, sir, from the very bottom of mine. 
 
 Greg. What is your daughter's name ? 
 
 Sir J. My daughter's name is Charlotte. 
 
 Greg. Are you sure she was christened Charlotte ? 
 
 Sir J. No, sir ; , she was christened Charlotta. 
 
 Greg. Hum ! J had rather she should have been christened 
 Charlotte. Charlotte is a very good name for a patient ; and, 
 let me tell you, the name is often of as much service to the pa- 
 tient, as the physician is. Pray, what's the matter with your 
 daughter ? what's her distemper ? 
 
 Sir J. Why, her distemper, doctor, is, that she has become 
 dumb, and no one can assign the cause — and this distemper, sir, 
 has kept back her marriage. 
 
 Greg. Kept back her marriage ! why so ? 
 
 Sir J. Because her lover refuses to have her till she's cured. 
 
 Greg. O lud ! was ever such a fool, that would not have his 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 297 
 
 wife dumb ! — Would to heaven my wife was dumb ; I'd be far 
 from desiring to cure her. Does this distemper oppress her 
 very much ? 
 
 Sir J, Yes, sir. 
 
 Greg. So much the better. Has she any great pains ? 
 
 Sir J. Very great. 
 
 Greg. That's just as I would have it. We great physicians 
 know a distemper immediately. I know some of the college 
 would call your daughter's distemper the Boree, or the Coupee, 
 or the Sinkee, or twenty other distempers ; but I give you my 
 word, sir, your daughter is nothing more than dumb ; so I'd 
 have you be very easy, for there is nothing else the matter with 
 her — if she were not dumb, she would be as well as I am. 
 
 Sir J. But I should be glad to know, doctor, from whence 
 her dumbness proceeds. 
 
 Greg. Nothing so easily accounted for. Her dumbness 
 proceeds from her having lost her speech. 
 
 Sir J. But whence, if you please, proceeds her having lost 
 her speech ? 
 
 Greg. All our best authors will tell you, it is the impediment 
 of the action of the tongue. 
 
 Sir J. But, if you please, dear sir, your sentiment upon that 
 impediment. 
 
 Greg. Aristotle has, upon that subject, said very fine things ; 
 very fine things. 
 
 Sir J. I believe it, doctor. 
 
 Greg. Ah ! he was a great man ; he was indeed a very 
 great man, who, upon that subject, was a man that — but, to re- 
 turn to our reasoning : I hold that this impediment of the action 
 of the tongue is caused by certain humors, which our great 
 physicians call — humors — humors — ah ! you understand Lat- 
 in — 
 
 Sir J» Not in the teast. 
 
 Greg. What! not understand Latin ? 
 
 Sir J. No, indeed, doctor. 
 
 Greg. Cabricius arci Thurum Cathalimus, Singulariter non. 
 Haec musa, hie, hsec, hoc, Genitivo hujus, hunc, banc, Musse, 
 Bonus, bona, bonum. Estne oratio Latinus? Etiam. Quia 
 Substantivo et Abjectivum concordat in Generi, Numerum, et 
 Casus, sic aiunt, prsedicant, clamitant, et similibus. 
 
 Sir J. Ah ! why did I neglect my studies 1 
 
 Jam, What a prodigious man is this ! 
 
 Greg. Besides, sir, certain spirits, passing from the left side, 
 
298 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 which is the seat of the liver, to the right, which is the seat of 
 the heart, we find the lungs, which we call in Latin, Whiskerus, 
 having communication with th*e brain, which we name in Greek, 
 Jackbootos, by means of a hollow vein, which we call in He- 
 brew, Perivviggus, meet in the road with the said spirits, which 
 fill the ventricles of the Omotaplasmus, and because the said 
 humors have — you comprehend me well, sir ? — and because the 
 said humors have a certain malignity — listen seriously, I beg 
 you — 
 
 Sir J. I do. 
 
 Greg. Have a certain malignity, that is caused — be atten- 
 tive, if you please — 
 
 Sir J, 1 am. 
 
 Greg. That is caused, I say, by the acrimony of the hu- 
 mors engendered in the concavity of the diaphragm ; thence it 
 arrives, that these vapors, Propriaque maribus tribuunter, mas- 
 cula dicas, Ut sunt divorum. — This, sir, is the cause of your 
 daughter's being dumb. 
 
 Jam. O that I had but his tongue ! 
 
 Sir J. It is impossible to reason better, no doubt. But, dear 
 sir, there is one thing — I alvfays thought till now, that the heart 
 was on the left side, and the liver on the right. 
 
 Greg. Ay, sir, so they were formerly, but we have changed 
 all that. The college, at present, sir, proceeds upon an entire 
 new method. 
 
 Sir J. I ask your pardon, sir. 
 
 Greg. Oh, sir, there's no harm ; you're not obliged to know 
 so much as we do. 
 
 Sir J. Very true ; but, doctor, what would you have done 
 whh my daughter ? 
 
 Greg. What would I have done with her? Why, my ad- 
 vice is, that you immediately put her into a bed warmed with a 
 brass warming-pan : cause her to drink one quart of spring 
 water, mixed with one pint of brandy, six Seville oranges, and 
 three ounces of the best double refined sugar. 
 
 Sir J. Why, this is punch, doctor. 
 
 Greg. Punch, sir ! Ay, sir ; and what's better than punch, 
 to make people talk ? Never tell me of your juleps, your gru- 
 els — your — your — this, and that, and t'other, which are only 
 arts to keep a patient in hand a long time. I love to do a busi- 
 ness all at once. 
 
 Sir J. Doctor, I ask pardon, you shall be obeyed. {Gives 
 money.) 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 299 
 
 ijireg. But hold! — Sir Jasper, let me tell you, it were not 
 amiss if you yourself look a little lenitive physic: I shall pre- 
 pare something for you. 
 
 Sir J. Ha ! ha ! ha ! No, no, doctor ; I have escaped both 
 doctors and distempers hitherto, and I am resolved the distem- 
 per shall pay me the first visit. 
 
 Greg. Say you so, sir ? Why, then, if I can get no more 
 patients here, I must even seek 'em elsewhere ; and so humbly 
 beggo te Domine Domitii veniam goundi foras. [Exit.) 
 
 Sir J. Well, this is a physician of vast capacity, but of ex- 
 ceeding odd humors. He, no doubt, understands himself, how- 
 ever, and I have great faith in his prescription. I honor the 
 learned doctor. {Exeunt.) 
 
 XI.— FROM THE CLANDESTINE MARRIAGE.— Colman and 
 
 Garrick. 
 
 MR. STERLING SIR JOHN MBLVILL. 
 
 {Enter Sterling and MeJvill.) 
 
 Sterling. And now, sir, I am entirely at your service. 
 What are your commands with me, Sir John ? 
 
 Sir John. After having carried the negotiation between our 
 families to so great a length ; after having assented so readil}^ 
 to all your proposals, as well as received so many instances of 
 your cheerful compliance with the demands made on our part, 
 I am extremely concerned, Mr. Sterling, to be the involuntary 
 cause of any uneasiness. 
 
 Ster. Uneasiness ! what uneasiness ? Where business is 
 transacted as it ought to be, and the parties understand one 
 another, there can be no uneasiness. You agree, on such and 
 such conditions, to receive my daughter for a wife ; on the same 
 conditions, I agree to receive you as a son-in-law ; and as to 
 all the rest, it follows, of course, you know, as regularly as the 
 payment of a bill, after acceptance. 
 
 Sir J. Pardon me, sir, more uneasiness has arisen than you 
 are aware of. I am myself, at this instant, in a state of inex- 
 pressible embarrassment ; Miss Sterling, I know, is extremely 
 disconcerted too ; and unless you will oblige me with the as- 
 sistance of your friendship, I foresee the speedy progress of 
 discontent and animosity through the whole family. 
 
300 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES- 
 
 Ster, Why ! what is all this ? I don't understand a single 
 syllable. 
 
 Sir J. In one word, then, it will be absolutely impossible 
 for me to fulfill my engagements in regard to Miss Sterling. 
 
 Ster, How, Sir John ! Do you mean to put an affront 
 upon my family ? What, refuse to — 
 
 Sir J. Be assured, sir, that I neither mean to affront nor 
 forsake your family. My only fear is, that you should desert 
 me ; for the whole happiness of my life depends on my being 
 connected with your family, by the nearest and tenderest ties 
 in the world. 
 
 Ster, Why, did you not tell me, but a moment ago, that it 
 was absolutely impossible for you to marry my daughter? 
 
 Sir J. True. But you have another daughter, sir. 
 
 Ster. Well ! 
 
 Sir J. Who has obtained the most absolute dominion over 
 my heart. 1 have already declared my passion to her : nay, 
 Miss Sterling herself, is also apprised of it ; and if you will but 
 give a sanction to my present addresses, the uncommon merit of 
 Miss Sterhng will no doubt recommend her to a person of 
 equal, if not superior rank to myself ; and our families may still 
 be allied by my union with Miss Fanny. 
 
 Ster, Mighty fine, truly ! Why, what the plague do you 
 make of us, Sir John ? Do you come to market for my daugh- 
 ters, like servants to a statute-fair ? Do you think that I 
 will suffer you, or any man in the world, to come into my 
 house, like the grand seignior, and throw the handkerchief first 
 to one and to t'other, just as he pleases? Do you think I drive 
 a kind of African slave-trade with them, and — 
 
 Sir J. A moment's patience, sir. Nothing but the excess 
 of my passion for Miss Fanny, should have induced me to take 
 any step that had the least appearance of disrespect to any part 
 of your family : and even now, I am desirous to atone for my 
 transgression, by making the most adequate compensation that 
 lies in my power. 
 
 Ster. Compensation ! what compensation can you possibly 
 make, in such a case as this, Sir John ? 
 
 Sir J. Come, come, Mr. Sterling, I know you to be a man 
 of sense, a man of business, a man of the world. I'll deal 
 frankly with you ; and you shall see that I don't desire a change 
 of measures for my own gratification, without endeavoring to 
 make it advantageous to you. 
 
COMIC AND AMITSING. 301 
 
 Ster, What advantage can your inconstancy be to me, Sir 
 John ? 
 
 Sir J. I'll tell you, sir. You know that by the articles at 
 present subsisting between us, on the day of my marriage with 
 Miss Sterling, you agree to pay down the gross sum of eighty 
 thousand pounds. 
 
 Ster, Well ! 
 
 Sir J. Now, if you will but consent to my waiving that 
 marriage — 
 
 Sier. I agree to your waiving that marriage ! Impossible, 
 Sir John ! Impossible ! 
 
 Sir J. I hope not, sir ; as, on my part, I will agree to waive 
 my right to thirty thousand pounds of the fortune I was to re- 
 ceive with her. 
 
 Ster. How ! how ! 'J'hirty thousand, d'ye say ? 
 
 Sir J. Yes, sir ; and accept of Miss Fanny with fifty thou- 
 sand, instead of fourscore. 
 
 Ster. Fifty thousand — (Pausing.) 
 
 Sir J. Instead of fourscore. 
 
 Ster. Why, why, there may be something in that. Let 
 me see. Fanny with fifty thousand, instead of Betsey with 
 fourscore. Let me see. — Why, to do you justice, Sir John, 
 there is something fair and open in your proposal ; and since I 
 find you do not mean to put an affront upon the family — 
 
 Sir J. Nothing was ever farther from my thoughts, Mr. 
 Sterling. And, after all, the whole affair is nothing extraordi- 
 nary ; such things happen every day ; and as the world has 
 only heard generally, of a treaty between the families, when 
 this marriage takes place, nobody will be the wiser, if we have 
 but discretion enough to keep our own counsel. 
 
 Ster. True, true ; and since you only transfer from one 
 girl to the other, it is no more than transferring so much stock, 
 you know. 
 
 Sir /. Exactly ! The very thing ! 
 
 Ster, Odso ! I had quite forgot. We are reckoning with- 
 out our host here. There is another difficulty. 
 
 Sir J, You alarm me. What can that be ? 
 
 Ster, I can't stir a step in this business, without consulting 
 my sister, Heidelburg. The family has very great expectations 
 from her, and we must not give her any offense. 
 
 Sir J. But if you come into this measure, surely, she will 
 be so kind as to consent. 
 
 Ster. I don't know that ; Betsey's her darling, and I can't 
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302 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 tell how far she may resent any slight that seems to be offered 
 to her favorite niece. However, I'll do the best I can for you. 
 You shall go and break the matter to her first ; and by the 
 time I may suppose that your rhetoric has prevailed on her to 
 listen to reason, I will step in to reinforce your arguments. 
 
 Sir J. I'll fly to her immediately. You promise me your 
 assistance ? 
 
 Ster. I do. 
 
 Sir /. Ten thousand thanks for it ! And, oh ! success at- 
 tend me. [Going.) 
 
 Ster, Hark ye, Sir John! [Sir John returns.) Not a 
 word of the thirty thousand pounds, to my sister. 
 
 Sir J, O, I am dumb, I am dumb, sir, depend on't. (Going.) 
 
 Ster. You'll remember it is thirty thousand ? 
 
 Sir J. To be sure I do. 
 
 Ster. But, Sir John ! one thing more. (Sir John returns.) 
 My lord must know nothing of this stroke of friendship be- 
 tween us. 
 
 Sir J. Not for the world ! Let me alone ! let me alone 
 for that! (Offering to go.) 
 
 Ster. (Holding him.) And when every thing is agreed, 
 we must give each other a bond to be held fast to the bargain. 
 
 Sir J. To-be sure. A bond, by all means; a bond, or 
 whatever you please. (Exit hastily.) 
 
 Ster. I should have thought of more conditions. He's in 
 a humor to give me every thing. Why, what mere children 
 are your fellows of quality ; they cry for a plaything one mi- 
 nute, and throw it by the next ! As changeable as the weather, 
 and as uncertain as the stocks. Special fellows to drive a bar- 
 gain ! and yet they are to take care of the interest of the na- 
 tion, truly ! Here does this whirligig man of fashion, offer to 
 give up thirty thousand pounds in hard money, with as much 
 indifference as if it were a China orange, or a sugar plum. 
 By this mortgage, I shall have a hold on his terra firma : and 
 if he wants more money, as he certainly will, let him have 
 children by my daughter or no* I shall have his whole estate in 
 a net for the benefit of my family. Well," thus it is, that the 
 children of citizens who have acquired fortunes, prove persons 
 of fashion ; and thus it is, that persons of fashion, who have 
 ruined their fortunes, reduce the next generation to cits. 
 
 (Exit.) 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 303 
 
 XII.— FROM THE HONEYMOON.^ T^^im. 
 
 HOSTESS — QUACK — BALTHAZAR. 
 Scene. — An Inn. 
 
 {Enter Hostess, followed ly the Quack.) 
 
 Hostess. Nay, nay, another fortnight. 
 
 Quack. It cannot be. 
 The man's as well as I am ; have some mercy ! 
 He has been here almost three weeks already. 
 
 Host. Well, then, a week. 
 
 Quack. We may a week detain him ! 
 (Filter Balthazar behind, in his night-gown, with a drawn sword.) 
 You talk now like a reasonable hostess, 
 That sometimes has a reckoning with her conscience. 
 
 Host. He still believes he has an inward bruise. 
 
 Quack. I would to heaven he had ! or that he'd slipt 
 His shoulder-blade, or broke a leg or two, 
 Not that I bear his person any malice, 
 Or luxed an arm, or even sprained his ancle ! 
 
 Host. Ay, broken any thing, except his neck. 
 
 Quack. However, for a week I'll manage him. 
 To-morrow we phlebotomize again ; 
 Next day my new-invented patent draught : 
 I've tried it on a dog. Then I have some pills prepared. 
 On Thursday we throw in the bark ; on Friday — 
 
 Balthazar. (Coming forward.) Well, sir, on Friday! what 
 on Friday? Come — 
 Proceed — 
 
 Quack. Discovered ! 
 
 Host. Mercy, noble sir ! ( They fall on their knees.) 
 
 Quack. We crave your mercy. 
 
 Bait. On your knees — 'tis well ; 
 Pray, for your time is short. 
 
 Host. Nay, do not kill us ! 
 
 Bait. You have been tried, condemned, and only wait 
 For execution. Which shall I begin with ? 
 
 Quack. The lady, by all means, sir ! 
 
 Bait. Come, prepare. [To the Hostess.) 
 
 Host, Have pity on the weakness of my sex. 
 
304 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 BdlU Tell me, thou quaking mountain of gross flesh, 
 Tell me, and in a breath, how many poisons — 
 If you attempt it — [to the Quack^ who is endeavoring to make 
 off,) — you have cooked up for me. 
 
 Host. None, as I hope for mercy ! 
 
 BalL Is not thy wine a poison ? 
 
 Host. No, indeed, sir ! 
 'Tis not, I own, of the first quality : 
 But 
 
 Bait, What? 
 
 Host. 1 always give short measure, sir, 
 And ease my conscience that way. 
 
 Bait. Ease your conscience ! 
 I'll ease your conscience for you ! {Raises his sword.) 
 
 Host. Mercy, sir ! 
 
 Bait. Rise, if thou canst, and hear me. 
 
 Host. Your commands, sir? 
 
 Bait. If in five minutes all things are prepared 
 For my departure, you may yet survive. 
 
 Host. It shall be done in less. 
 
 Bait. Away, thou lump-fish ! (Exit Hostess.) 
 
 Quack. {Aside.) So, now comes my turn ! 'tis all over 
 with me ! 
 There's dagger, rope, and ratsbane, in his looks. 
 
 Bait. And now, thou sketch and outline of a man ! 
 Thou thing, that has no shadow in the sun ! 
 Thou eel in a consumption, eldest born 
 Of Death by Famine ! thou anatomy 
 Of a starved pilchard ! — 
 
 Quack. I do confess my leanness. I am spare, 
 And therefore spare me ! Man, you know, must live ! 
 
 Bait. Yes ; he must die, too. 
 
 Quack, For my patients' sake ! 
 
 Bait. I'll send you to the major part of them. 
 The window, sir, is open ; — come, prepare. 
 
 Quack. Pray, consider, sir, 
 I may hurt some one in the street. 
 
 Bait. Why then, 
 I'll rattle thee to pieces in a dice box, 
 Or grind thee in a coffee-mill to powder, 
 For thou must sup with Pluto ; — so, make ready ! 
 Whilst I, with this good small-sword for a lancet. 
 Let thy starved spirit out — for blood thou hast none-— 
 
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COMIC AND AMUSING, 305 
 
 And nail thee to the wall, where thou shalt look 
 Like a dried beetle with a pin stuck through him. 
 
 Quack, Consider my poor wife ! 
 
 BalL Thy wife ! 
 
 Quack. M}'' wife, sir. 
 
 Bait. Hast thou dared to think of matrimony, too ? 
 No conscience, and take a wife ! 
 
 Quack. I have a wife, and three angelic babes, 
 Who, by those looks, are well nigh fatherless ! 
 
 Ball. Well, well, your wife and children shall plead for you. 
 Come, come, the pills ! where are the pills ? Produce them. 
 
 Quack. Here is the box. 
 
 Bait. Were it Pandora's, and each single pill 
 Had ten diseases in it, you should take them. 
 
 Quack. What, all ? 
 
 Bait. Ay, all ; and quickly too : — come, sir, begin ! 
 That's well ; — another. 
 
 Quack. One's a dose ! 
 
 Bait. Proceed, sir ! 
 
 Quack. What will become of me ? 
 I do beseech you, let me have some drink, 
 Some cooling liquid, sir, to wash them down ! 
 
 Bait. Oh, yes — produce the phial. 
 
 Quack. Mercy on me ! 
 
 JBalt. Come, sir, your new-invented patent draught : 
 You've tried it on a dog ; so there is no danger. 
 
 Quack, If you have any mercy, think of me. 
 
 Bait. Nay, no demur ! 
 
 Quack. May I entreat to make my will first ? 
 
 Bait. No ; you have nought but physic to bequeath ; 
 And that no one will take, though you should leave it. 
 
 Quack. Just to step home, and see my wife and children ! 
 
 Bait. No, sir. 
 . ■ Quack. Let me go home and see my shop to rights, 
 And, like immortal Ceesar, die with decency ! — 
 
 Bait. Away, and thank thy lucky star I have not 
 Brayed thee in thine own mortar, or exposed thee 
 For a large specimen of the lizard genus. 
 
 Quack. Would I were one ! for they can feed on air. 
 
 Bait, Home, sir, and be more honest ! {Exit.) 
 
 Quack. If I am not, 
 Fll be more wise at least ! - {Exit.) 
 26* 
 
306^ 
 
 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 XIII.— FROM THE WEA.TB.ERCOCK.- Allinghain. 
 
 OLD FICKLE— TRISTRAM FICKLE — BRIEFWIT — SNEER — BARBER. 
 
 Tristram.— dDoals, mg lortr, ate bicoiifiljt alltje toag from Keto Castle. 
 Scene 1. — A Chamber in Pickle's House. 
 
 {Enter Old Fickle and Tristram Fickle.) 
 
 Old Fickle. What reputation, what honor, what profit, can 
 accrue to you, from such conduct as yours ? One moment you 
 tell me you are going to become tlie greatest musician m the 
 world, and straight you fill my house with fiddlers. 
 
 Tristram. I am clear out of that scrape now, sir. 
 
 Old F. Then, from a fiddler, you are metamorphosed into 
 a philosopher ; and for the noise of drums, trumpets, and haut. 
 boys, you substitute a vile jargon, more unintelligible than was 
 ever heard at the Tower of Babel. 
 
 • Tri. You are right, sir. I have found out that philosophy 
 is folly ; so I have cut the philosophers of all sects, from Plato 
 and Aristotle, down to the puzzlers of modern date. 
 
 Old F. How much had I to pay the cooper, the other day, 
 for barreling you up in a large tub, when you resolved to live 
 like Diogenes 1 
 
 Tri. You should not have paid him any thing, sir, for the 
 tub would not hold. You see the contents are run out. 
 
 Old F. No jesting, sir ; this is no laughing matter. Your 
 follies have tired me out. I verily believe you have taken the 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 307 
 
 whole round of arts and sciences in a month, and have been of 
 fifty different minds in half an hour. 
 
 Tri. And, by that, shown the versatility of my genius. 
 
 Old F. Don't tell me of versatility, sir. Let me see a little 
 steadiness. You have never yet been constant to any thing 
 but extravagance. 
 
 Tri. Yes, sir, one thing more. 
 
 Old F, What is that, sir ? 
 
 Tri. Affection for you. However my head may have 
 wandered, my heart has always been constantly attached to the 
 kindest of parents ; and from this moment, I am resolved to 
 lay my follies aside, and pursue that line of conduct which will 
 be most pleasing to the best of fathers and of friends. 
 
 Old F. Well said, my boy, well said ! You make me hap- 
 py indeed. {Patting him on the shoulder.) Now then, my dear 
 Tristram, let me know what you really mean to do. 
 
 Tri. To study the law — 
 
 Old F. The law ! 
 
 Tri. I am most resolutely bent on following that profession. 
 
 Old F. No ! 
 
 Tri. Absolutely and irrevocably fixed. 
 
 Old F. Better and better ; I am overjoyed. Why, 'tis the 
 very thing 1 wished. Now I am happy. {Tristram makes 
 gestures^ as if speaking.) See how his mind is engaged ! 
 
 Tri. Gentlemen of the jury — 
 
 Old F. Why, Tristram— 
 
 Tri. This is a cause — 
 
 Old F. Oh, my dear boy ! I forgive you all your tricks. I 
 see something about you now that I can depend upon. {Tris- 
 tram continues rnaking gestures.) 
 
 Tri. I am for the plaintiff in this cause — 
 
 Old F. Bravo ! bravo ! excellent boy ! I'll go and order 
 your books direcdy. 
 
 Tri. 'Tis done, sir- 
 
 OldF. What! already] 
 
 Tri. I ordered twelve square feet of books, when I first 
 thought of embracing the arduous profession of the law. 
 
 Old F. What, do you mean to read by the foot ? 
 
 Tri. By the foot, sir ; that is the only way to become a 
 solid lawyer. 
 
 Old F. Twelve square feet of learning ! — Well — 
 
 Tri. I have likewise sent for a barber — 
 
303 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Old F. A barber ! — What ! is he to teach you to shave 
 close ? 
 
 Tri, He is to shave one half of my head, sir. 
 
 Old F. You will excuse me, if I cannot perfectly under- 
 stand what that has to do with the study of the law. 
 
 Tri. Did you never hear of Demosthenes, sir, the Athenian^ 
 orator ? He had half his head shaved, and locked himself up , 
 in a coal-cellar. 
 
 Old F, Ah ! he was perfectly right to lock himself up, after 
 having undergone such an operation as that. He certainly 
 would have made rather an odd figure abroad. 
 
 Tri. I think I see him now, awaking the dormant patriot- 
 ism of his countrymen — lightning in his eye, and thunder in his 
 voice — he pours forth a torrent of eloquence, resistless in its 
 force, — the throne of Philip trembles while he speaks — he de- 
 nounces, and indignation fills the bosoms of his hearers — he ex- 
 poses the impending danger, and every one sees impending ruin 
 — he threatens the tyrant, they grasp their swords — he calls for 
 vengeance, their thirsty weapons glitter in the air, and thousands 
 reverberate the cry. One soul animates a nation, and that soul i 
 is the soul of an orator. 
 
 Old F. Oh ! what a figure he'll make in the King's Bench J' 
 But come, I will tell you now what my plan is, and then yoit 
 will see how happy this determination of yours will further it.-- H 
 You have ( Tristram makes extravagant gestures, as if speak-' 
 ing) often heard me speak of my friend Briefwit, the bar-'' 
 rister — 
 
 Tri. Who is against me in this cause — 
 
 Old F. He is a most learned lawyer — '. 
 
 Tri. But, as I have justice on my side — 
 
 Old F. Zounds ! he dosn't hear a word I say ! — Why, - 
 Tristram ! 
 
 Tri. I beg your pardon, sir ; I was prosecuting my studies. 
 
 Old F. Now attend— 
 
 Tri. As my learned friend observes, — go on, sir, I am all. 
 attention. - 
 
 Old F. Well — my friend, the counselor — 
 
 Tri. Say learned friend, if you please, sir. We gentlemen 
 of the law always — 
 
 Old F. Well, well, my learned friend — 
 
 Tri. A black patch ! — 
 
 Old F. Will you listen, and be silent 1 
 
 Tri. I am as mute as a judge. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 309 
 
 Old F. My friend, I say, has a ward, who is very handsome, 
 and who has a very handsome fortune. She would make you 
 a charming wife. 
 
 TrL This is an action — 
 
 Old F. Now, I have hitherto been afraid to introduce you 
 to my friend, the barrister, because I thought your hghtness and 
 his gravity — 
 
 Tri, Might be plaintiff and defendant. 
 
 Old F, But now you are grown serious and steady, and have 
 resolved to pursue his profession^ I will shortly bring you to- 
 gether : you will obtain his good opinion, and all the rest fol- 
 lows, of course. 
 
 Tri. A verdict in my favor. 
 
 02d F. You marry, and sit down happy for life. 
 
 TrL In the King's Bench. 
 
 Old F. Bravo, ha, ha, ha ! But now run to your study- 
 run to your study, my dear Tristram, and I'll go and call upon 
 the counselor. 
 
 TrL I remove by habeas corpus. 
 
 Old F. Pray have the goodness to make haste, then. {Hur- 
 rying him off.) 
 
 Tri. Gentlemen of the jury, this is a cause — [Old Fickle 
 pus lies him off.) 
 
 Old F. The inimitable boy ! I am now the happiest father 
 living. What genius he has ! He'll be lord chancellor, one 
 day or other, I dare be sworn — I am sure he has talents ! Oh 
 how I long to see him at the bar. 
 
 (Enter Servant.) 
 
 Servant. Mr. Briefwit, sir. 
 
 Old F. Ah, my good friend, Mr. Briefwit ! 
 
 Briefwit. The aforesaid. {Shaking hands.) 
 
 Old F. You are welcome to Whimshall. 
 
 Bri. Whimshall — the locus in quo — good. 
 
 Old F. This is all right ; this gives me an opportunity of 
 talking to you a little. 
 „ Bri. Consult — take an opinion — good. 
 
 Old F. Come, I'll introduce you to my son. What say 
 you, sir ? 
 
 Bri. Good. 
 
 Old F. Good — ay, I hope so. I have to tell you, that my 
 I son is one of the most serious, studious young men hving. 
 
 Bri. Id certum est quod certum reddi potest : vulgarly in 
 I the proverb, " the proof of the pudding, is in the eating." 
 
 Old F. Always at his books. 
 
SIO RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Bri. Good. 
 
 Old F. And what now, what, of all things, do you think 
 employs his mind ? (^Briefwit looks at him without speaking.) 
 Come, guess now ; what do you think he reads ? 
 
 Bri. {After a pause.) Books. 
 
 Old F. You are not far from the mark there, old Caution ; 
 he does read books — he studies the law. 
 
 Bri. Dat operam legibus Anglias — good. 
 
 Old F. Ay, I thought you would say so. The law is a 
 fine profession, is it not '.' I am sure I have a specimen before 
 me of what the law will do for a man. 
 
 Bri. Hum ! It will do for a man — good. 
 
 Old F. I knew you would be doubly anxious about this 
 match, between your ward and him, when you heard of his 
 having embraced that profession. 
 
 Bri. Hum ! 
 
 Old F. Conversation fatigues you. 
 
 JBri. Non liquet — it appeareth not. 
 
 Old F. And when you do. speak, there's no understanding 
 you. {Aside. — Briefwit reads his papers.) A very enter- 
 taining companion, truly. — Pray, sir, read out. 
 
 Bri. {Looks suspiciously at him, and pockets his papers.) 
 Good. 
 
 Old F. So good that you seem determined to keep it all tc 
 yourself. Come, we'll go and see my boy, if you please ; it's 
 a pity to disturb him, though. Oh ! he's so studious, you'll b( 
 delighted with him^so steady — so like yourself, he will talk to] 
 you in your own way. {Going, he stops.) I beg pardon, the] 
 law takes precedence of every profession. 
 
 Bri. Good. {Walks off, with great gravity.) 
 
 Old F. Very good, indeed. You certainly are one of the 
 most pleasant, agreeable, facetious, conversable, witty, and en- 
 tertaining disciples of Lycurgus, that ever wore a wig with two 
 tails. {Exit.) 
 
 Scene 2. — Tristram Fickle's apartment. Musical instruments, 
 books, globes, &c., all about the room, in disorder, A table, wig 
 block, a lawyer's gown and wig, a regimental coat, hat, and sword. 
 
 (Sneer discovered.) 
 Sneer. What's here ? Another change ! — Law books I — 
 Well, master of mine, how long will you continue in this mind ? 
 A gown and wig too ! Why, here's a lawyer's whole stock in 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 311 
 
 trade, and we may open shop inamediately. Here he is, as 
 grave as a judge, already, I declare. 
 
 {Enter Tristram.) 
 
 Tri. The law ! — By the law, how many men reach the 
 highest preferment ! 
 
 Sne, That they do : the gallows, for instance. 
 
 Tri. Yes ; I will study the law. 
 
 Sne. Ah, sir, you must go through a great many trials, 
 then. 
 
 Tri. I am convinced that I possess great powers of orato- 
 ry ; I'll prove it to you, Sneer. Now, you fancy yourself a 
 judge. 
 
 Sne. No I don't, indeed, sir. 
 
 Tri. I mean that you are to personate a judge : to act the 
 part of a judge. 
 
 Sne. i am afraid I shall do it very badly. 
 
 Tri. I will try you. 
 
 Sne, No ; if I am to be the judge, I must try you. (Goes to 
 the back of the stage, and brings forward an armchair.) 
 
 Tri. Silence in the court. — Now you are a judge — I am a 
 barrister, going to plead before you. — These (pointing to the 
 audience) are the gentlemen of the jury. That wig block, 
 opposite, is my opponent. (Puts on his gown and wig. ) 
 
 Sne. Stop, sir, one moment, if you please. If I am to be 
 a judge, I must have a wig, too ; for what's a judge without a 
 wig? (Fetching a white handkerchief from the table.) He's a 
 soldier without arms, a baker without an oven, or an apothecary 
 without a cane ! Now if you can fancy me a judge, you can 
 fancy this my wig. (Throwing the handkerchief over his head, 
 and sitting down in a chair.) Now, let the cause proceed. 
 
 Tri. My lord, my lord, the cause to which I have the honor 
 of claiming your lordship's attention, is a cause which most ma- 
 terially interests all orders of society, inasmuch as it is the cause 
 of violent heats, perpetual broils, and smokings and roastings 
 without number. The cause of all these, my lord, is coals, as I 
 will take upon myself, by many witnesses of unquestionable ve- 
 racity, to prove to your lordship's entire satisfaction. ®oal», mj 
 lortr, are ijrou2l)t all tf)c toa^ from 'Nz'oa €:astle, for the purpose 
 of increasing the domestic comforts of the inhabitants of this 
 great city, and parts adjacent. But, my lord, I believe no man 
 will be found bold enough to stand up in your lordship's pres- 
 ence, and declare that it is conducive to the comforts of an in- 
 habitant of this great city, or any of the parts adjacent, as afore- 
 
312 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 said, that the cinders, ashes, refuse, or dust, to which these coals 
 are burnt, should be thrown into their eyes, to deprive them of 
 one of the choicest faculties of their nature. No, my lord ; 
 better far that these coals were left in the pits from whence they 
 are dug — better that the hands which dig them should drop off 
 — better that the ships which bring them should founder — better 
 that the wagons on which they are drawn should be burnt — 
 better that the fires which consume them should be quenched, 
 than an inhabitant of this great city should have his eyes put out 
 by ashes, and, ah ! ignoble thought ! his mouth made into a dust 
 hole. 
 
 Sne. Very fine, indeed, sir. Making a dust hole of a man's 
 mouth, is as fine an idea as ever came into a man's head. 
 
 Tri. Then j^ou allow that I am qualified for the law ? 
 
 Sne. Qualified ! I should have thought you had been at it 
 all your life. Why, sir, that speech convinces me that you are 
 able to confound all the judges and jurors that ever sat in West- 
 minster Hall. You see, sir, your opponent here {pointing to 
 the wig hlocJc) has not a word to say for himself. 
 
 Ti'i. Oh ! blessed moment when the dustman almost blind- 
 ed me : 'tis to that circumstance I owe the discovery of my tal- 
 ents for the bar. 
 
 Sne. Ay, sir! At the bar you must look to have dust 
 thrown in your eyes sometimes. 
 
 Tri, Yes, I am determined no power on earth shall make 
 me change my mind. 
 
 Sne. So you have often said before. 
 
 Tri. Never so firmly as I do now. I am now most abso- 
 lutely resolved. Flow do I look in this dress, Sneer ? 
 
 Sne. But queerish, I think, sir. 
 
 Tri. That's awkward, particularly as I am to be a lover.— 
 Fetch the looking-glass. [Sneer brings the glass.) I wish it 
 was the custom to plead in the old Roman toga. These trap- 
 pings are rather ridiculous. {Looks in the glass.) Oh, hang 
 it, I may gain a suit in Westminster Hall, but I shall never gain 
 a suit with the fair. 
 
 Sne. No ; you must give that suit over, if you are to be 
 suited so. {Takes the looking-glass to the table.) 
 
 Tri. Give it over ! rather let Westminster Hall be in flames, 
 or inundated again. — What do you think of the stage. Sneer? 
 
 Sne. Admirable ! Your person and features must strike. 
 
 Tri. In Romeo. 
 
 Sne. Excellent ! 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 313 
 
 7V/. Take the gown. and wig. {TJirows them off .) 
 
 Sne. (Puis ihem onfantosiically.) Brief, let me be. 
 
 Tri. Now, my good fellow, do stand up for Juliet. 
 
 Sne. I'm well dressed for the part ! 
 
 Tri. Here, take this stool, and get upon it. [Sneer gets upon 
 the stool.) *' See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. — Ob, 
 that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might taste that cheek. 
 — Ah ! she speaks — yet she says nothing." 
 
 Sne. Not a syllable. Come, I wish you would make haste 
 and get in at the window, for I can't hold out any longer. 
 
 Tri. Come down, then, and I'll try a soliloquy. {Sneer de. 
 scends from the stooly and puts down the gown and wig.) " I 
 do remember an apothecary" — 
 
 Sne. Oh, hang him, so do I ; he blistered and bled me till 
 he made me as thin as a broomstick. I have reason to remem- 
 ber him. 
 
 Tri. An apothecary — physic. — How do you like physic, 
 Sneer? 
 
 Sne. Not at all, sir. The sight of a phial, pill-box, or galli- 
 pot, is enough to throw me into a fever at any time. 
 
 Tri. And yet, if you had at this moment a most horrible colic, 
 and I were a physician, and were to come to you, thus, and, 
 after feeling your pulse and shaking my head, were to tell you 
 that you had not half an hour to live, what would you say then ? 
 
 Sne. Why, if I had the colic, 1 should make no scruple of 
 calling out for a dram. 
 
 : Tri. Imagine yourself this moment at death's door. I am 
 k physician— I am sent for in haste — I arrive — I judge of your 
 symptoms— I bleed you. Pull off your coat, and let me bleed 
 you. ( Takes Sneer's hand.) 
 
 Sne. No, sir ; we may as well fancy it, if you please. 
 
 Tri. Well, I bleed you— you mend from that moment— in 
 a few days, you recover — you look on me with gratitude — you 
 are a nobleman, or a minister of state — you patronize me — 
 the whole town follows me — I have so much business I can't 
 get through it — I have scarcely time to eat my meals, or take 
 my needful rest. Egad ! that would be very uncomfortable, 
 though. 
 
 Sns. Oh, very, sir. Only think— just as you are sitting 
 down to a fine dinner, with a keen appetite, Alderman Goble- 
 well is taken with a fit of the gout in the stomach, and must be 
 cured before you eat a morsel. 
 9.7 
 
314 RHETORICAL DIALOaUES. 
 
 Tri. Oh, I could never bear it ; " throw physic to the dogs, 
 I'll none of it !" One might just as well go for a soldier. 
 
 Sne. Ay, and live on gunpowder. 
 
 Tri. A soldier ! a general ! Alexander the Great, Hanni- 
 bal, Pompey, Julius Caesar, Wolfe, Abercrombie, Wellington ! 
 These are great names — they cut a figure in the page of his- 
 tory. I'll emulate their great example : — glory, renown, honor, 
 everlasting famiC ; a warlike fury fills my breast, and the rage 
 of ten thousand lions swells my bold heart. {Pulls of his 
 coat, and snatches a sword.) Ha! ha! [Flourishing his 
 sword.) 
 
 Sne. Mercy on me ! would I were out of his way. [Aside.) 
 
 Tri. Give me my volunteer coat and hat. 
 
 Sne. Here, sir. (Fearfully, and assisting to put them on.) 
 
 Tri. Now, sir, you are an enemy in the field of battle. 
 
 Sne. Who, I, sir ? No, sir, not I ; you know I'm on your 
 side. 
 
 Tri. Rascal ! do you contradict me ? Say you are an ene- 
 my, or I'll cleave you from the crown of your head to the sole 
 of your foot. {Attacks him.) 
 
 Sne. O murder ! murder ! murder ! {Enter Barber, with 
 shaving tackle.) 
 
 Tri. Ha! what, another of the enemy ! {Attacks the Barber.) 
 
 Barier. No, sir ; no enemy, sir — I'm only a poor barber, 
 sir, come to shave your honor's head. 
 
 Tri. A barber — vile caitiff! my sword thirsts for nobler 
 blood than thine. {Cuts the wig-block to pieces.) Any more 
 of ye, come on. {Enter Old Fickle and Briefwit. ) Ha ! 
 more of the enemy ! I'm surrounded ; but I'd cut my way 
 through them, if there were a million : come on, dastards. 
 {Attacks Old Fickle and Briefwit. — The Barber runs off.) 
 
 Old F. What ! is he mad ? 
 
 Bri. Non compos mentis. 
 
 Sne. As mad as a Bedlamite, sir. (During this time, Tris- 
 tram keeps attacking Briefwit, Old Fickle, and Sneer.) 
 
 Tri. I am defeated, routed, overthrown, and forced to quit 
 the field ; and now I will do as many a great general has done 
 before me — retreat. (Exit.) 
 
 Old F. Oh, Tristram ! Tristram ! 
 
 Bri. Studious — non constat. 
 
 OldF. Ah! ^ 
 
 Bri. Quiet — a false return. 
 
 Old F. Oh dear I 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 315 
 
 Bri. Steady — error in judgment. 
 
 Old F, Oh, what, you can open your mouth now ! (Eocit.) 
 
 Bri. Nonsuited — good — move the action out of court. 
 
 Sne, This poor fellow {the wig-block) is the greatest suf- 
 ferer ; he has had a terrible thwack on the head, in this affray, 
 though, to my certain knowledge, he never opened his mouth 
 either on one side or the other. (Exit.) 
 
 Bri. {Maki7ig Tjiemorandums.) Assault and battery, sword 
 in hand — Vi et armis, bodily fear — [Looks at his watch) — four 
 o'clock, P. M.— Good. {Exit.) 
 
 XIV.— FROM EDUCATION.— Morrow. 
 
 DAMPER — TEMPLETON MRS. TEMPLETON — SERVANT. 
 
 {Enter Mr. Damper and Servant.) 
 
 Damper. Is Mr. Templeton within ? 
 
 Servant. I'll thank you for your name, sir. 
 
 Damp, Mr. Damper. 
 
 Serv. He is not, sir. 
 
 Damp. Pogh, pogh ! I'm his intimate friend. 
 
 Serv. O no, sir, there you'll pardon me. I keep a most 
 accurate list of my master's friends. {Showing a list.) 
 
 Damp. Indeed ! a convenient sort of reference ; for, to 
 know friends, as times go, is no very easy matter. Hark you, 
 fellow, tell your master that Mr. Damper, from Lombard street, 
 a stranger to his present fashionable nomenclature, but one vs^ho 
 formerly was in his books, insists on seeing him instantly. 
 
 Serv. Sir, I shall give in your name ; but making speeches 
 is not in my department. 
 
 Damp. Indeed ! then I presume you are what is called a 
 figure footman, and hired by measure — ( Servant bows) — six feet 
 of more accomplished assurance, I never looked up to. 
 
 Serv. You are pleased to flatter. 
 
 Damp. But if the distance across your shoulders was not 
 included in the estimate, here is a measure, {showing his cane,) 
 which will in one moment ascertain it, unless you exactly obey 
 my orders. {Exit Servant.) Bad memories indeed, when 
 friends cannot be remembered without a book. When in Lon- 
 don and in active life, he was above these modern fopperies. 
 But a young, gay wife, sadly alters your middle-aged gentlemen. 
 
316 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 (Enter Mr. Templeton and Servant.) 
 
 Da?np. Templeton! I'm heartily glad to see you. 
 
 Templeton. What! My old partner, Damper! welcome, 
 thrice welcome, my worthiest friend. 
 
 Damp. [To Servant.) Do you hear that, puppy 1 his wor- 
 thiest friend ; book me this instant, or I'll cane you. {Exit 
 Servant.) You look tolerably hearty and cheerful — but — 
 
 Tern. But ! oh, old Damper still, I see. When will you 
 leave your vile buts, and doubts, and perhapses ? 
 
 Damp. When my friend's conduct no longer requires them. 
 But, you are married again, I hear. 
 
 Tern. Yes, I have tried it once more — but — 
 
 Damp. But what, pray ? 
 
 Tern. I have got a wife who has had a perverted modern 
 education ; for in our stylish manufactories of female attain- 
 ments, the muses and graces so struggle for precedency, that 
 the unassuming domestic virtues are jostled into a corner ; and 
 from this telescope of fashion issues an abundant supply of 
 female poets, attitudinarians, philosophizing daughters, waltzing 
 wives, and infidel mothers. 
 
 Damp. The effects on Mrs. Templeton — 
 
 Tem. Are an active taste for expense, with a decided aversion 
 to all household duties ; and thus, while we abound in economical 
 theories, we are ruined by unthrifty practices. So that in Mrs. 
 Templeton's room you may see the "Lady's Best Companion" 
 entombed in the dust it aims to sweep awa}^ and a satirical 
 spider has drawn his web over the "Complete Housewife." But 
 here she comes ; you shall see for yourself. 
 
 Mrs. Templeton. {Without.) Pray don't teaze me now ; tell 
 them all to be sure and come to-morrow. {Enters.) My dear 
 Mr. Templeton, you will be delighted with the guest your son 
 Vincent has introduced. Such commanding talents, such supe- 
 rior taste. He has found fault with every thing he has seen, 
 and has pronounced the house and grounds so detestable, that I 
 can't endure the sight of them. 
 
 Tem. I ought to be much obliged to him. 
 
 Mrs. T. We've laid such delightful plans. The house is to 
 come down, the farm to be parked, and the meadows to be put 
 under water. Now, my love, you'll have no trouble, but — 
 
 Tem. The trouble of paying for it. 
 
 Mrs. T. O, but he says people of fashion never think of 
 that. So I shall give orders to begin, 
 
 Tem, AVhen, my dear ? 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 317 
 
 Mrs, T. O, to-morrow. But who is that old man 1 
 
 Tern. My late partner. And I am happy to afford you the 
 gratification of making welcome my friend Damper. 
 
 Mrs, T. I have never seen his name on our list ; but my 
 tall man is shockingly inaccurate. Do you ,know, last winter, 
 sir, he told me I was quite intimate with Lady Paramount ; but 
 on making her a visit, the old Goth denied ever having heard 
 of me. But I must away. I've a thousand things to arrange 
 for to-morrow. I hope I may look forward, sir, to a long visit. 
 [Exit.) 
 
 Damp. Rid your house of the new comer immediately. 
 Here is another instance of the blessed effects of modern edu- 
 cation, which has armed every witling with the weapons of per- 
 sonal satire. For now, cities are visited, tours are made, not 
 to paint the world's beauties, but to caricature its pitiable de- 
 formities ; not to cull the sweets of nature, but to collect the 
 poison of defamation ; not to bestow instruction, but to purvey 
 the insatiable appetite of slander, and teach the rising generation 
 to prey on garbage. {Exeunt.) 
 
 XV.— FROM THE SCHOOL. FOR SCANDAL.— SAm^faw. 
 
 SIR PETER TEAZLE — LADY TEAZLE. 
 
 Sir Peter Teazle. When an old bachelor marries a young 
 wife, what is he to expect ? 'Tis not above six months since 
 my Lady Teazle made me the happiest of men, and I have been 
 the most miserable dog ever since. We tifted a little going to 
 church, and fairly quarreled before the bells were done ring- 
 ing. In less than a month I was nearly choked with gall, and 
 had lost every satistactioii in life before my friends had done 
 wishing me joy. I am laughed at by her, and the jest of all 
 my acquaintance. And yet, the worst of it is, I am afraid I 
 love her, or 1 should never bear all this ; but I am determined 
 never to be weak enough to let her know it. But here she 
 comes, apparently in mighty good humor ; I wish I could teaze 
 her into loving me a little. 
 
 (Enter Lady Teazle.) 
 
 La^ly Teazle. What's the matter, Sir Peter ? You seem to 
 be out of humor. 
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818 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES^ 
 
 Sir p. Ah ! Lady Teazle, it is in your power to put me in 
 a good humor at any time. 
 
 L, Teaz. Is it ? I'm glad of it, for I want you to be in a 
 monstrous good humor now. Come, do be good humored and 
 let me have a hundred pounds. 
 
 Sir P. What the plague ! Can't I be in good humor with- 
 out paying for it ? But look always thus, and you shall have 
 two hundred pounds. Be satisfied with that sum now, and you 
 shall not much longer have it in your power to reproach me for 
 not making you a proper settlement. I intend shortly to sur- 
 prise you. 
 
 X, Teaz. Do you? You can't think, Sir Peter, how good 
 humor becomes you. Now you look just as you did before I 
 married you. 
 
 Sir P. Do I indeed ? 
 
 L. Teaz, Don't you remember when you used to walk with 
 me under ihe elms, and tell me stories of what a gallant you 
 were in your youth, and ask^d me if I could like an old fellow 
 who could deny me nothing ? 
 
 Sir P, Aye, and you were so attentive and obliging to me 
 then. 
 
 L. Teaz. To be sure I was, and used to take your part 
 against all my acquaintance ; and when my cousin Mary used 
 to laugh at me for thinking of marrying a man old enough to 
 be my father, and call you an ugly, stiff, formal old bachelor, I 
 contradicted her, and said, I did not think you so ugly by any 
 means, and that I dared say you would make a good sort of a 
 husband. 
 
 Sir P. That was very kind of you. Well, and you were 
 not mistaken ; you have found it so, have not you ? But shall 
 we always live thus happy ? 
 
 L. Teaz. With all my heart. I don't care how soon we 
 leave off quarreling, provided you will own you are tired first. 
 Sir P. With all my heart. 
 
 i. Teaz. Then we shall be as happy as the day is long, and 
 never, never, never quarrel more. 
 
 Sir P. Never, never, never : and let our future contest be, 
 who shall be most obliging. 
 L, Teaz. Aye ! 
 
 Sir P. But, my dear Lady Teazle, my love, indeed you 
 must keep a strict watch over your temper, for you know, my 
 dear, that in all our disputes and quarrels, you always begin first. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 319 
 
 L. Teaz. No, no^ my dear Sir Peter, 'tis always you that 
 begin. 
 
 Sir P. No, no, no such thing. 
 
 L. Teaz, Have a care ; this is not the way to live happy, if 
 you fly out thus. 
 
 Sir P. No, no, 'tis you. 
 
 L. Teaz. No, 'tis you. 
 
 Sir P, Zounds, I say 'tis you. 
 
 L. Teaz. Law ! I never saw such a man in my hfe ; just 
 what my cousin Mary told me. 
 
 Sir P. Your cousin Mary is a forward, saucy, impertinent 
 minx. 
 
 L. Teaz. You are a very great bear to abuse my relations. 
 
 Sir P. But I am well enough served for marrying you, a 
 pert, forward, rural coquette, who had refused half the honest 
 squires in the country. 
 
 L. Teaz. I am sure I was a great fool for marrying you, a 
 stiff old bachelor, who was unmarried at fifty, because nobody 
 would have you. 
 
 Sir P. You were very glad to have me ; you never had 
 such an offer before. 
 
 L. Teaz. O yes I had ; t^ere was Sir Tivey Terrier, whose 
 estate was full as good as yours, and he has broken his neck since 
 we were married. 
 
 Sir P. Very well, very well, madam, you're an ungrateful 
 woman : and many plagues light on me if I ever try to be 
 friends with you again ; you shall have a separate maintenance. 
 
 L. Teaz. By all means a separate maintenance. 
 
 Sir P. Very well, madam, oh very well. Ah, madam, you 
 shall rue this — I'll have a divorce. 
 
 L. Teaz. A divorce ! 
 
 Sir P. Aye, zounds, I'll make an example of myself for 
 the benefit of all old bachelors. 
 
 L. Teaz. Well, well, Sir Peter, be it so. I see you are going 
 to be in a passion, so I'll leave you ; and when you come pro- 
 perly to your temper, we shall be the happiest couple in the 
 world, and never, never, never quarrel more. {Exeunt.) 
 
320 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 ^ XVI.— FROM SELF-mTEREST.— Fielding. 
 LOVEPOOR — SURGEON — STRANGER — HOSTESS — BETTY. 
 Scene. — An Inn. 
 
 (Enter Hostess and Betty.) 
 
 Hostess. Betty ! 
 
 Betty. Here, madam. 
 
 Host. Where's your master ? 
 
 Betty. He's without, madam ; and has sent me for a shirt 
 to lend a poor naked man, who has been robbed and murdered 
 on the road. 
 
 Host. Touch one if you dare, you jade ! Your master is a 
 pretty sort of a man to take in naked vagabonds, and clothe 
 them with his own clothes. I'll have no such doings. If you 
 touch one, I'll — I'll — I'll — Go send your master to me. (Exit 
 Betty.) Pretty work, pretty work this, truly. We should make 
 fine way ahead, if my husband were at the helm. 
 {Enter Mr. Lovepoor.) 
 
 What do you mean by this, I^r. Lovepoor ? Am I to buy 
 shirts to lend to a set of pennyless rascals ? 
 
 Lovepoor. My dear, this is a poor wretch — 
 
 Host. I know it is a poor wretch, but what have we to do 
 with poor wretches ? The law makes us provide for too many 
 already. 
 
 Love. My dear, this man has been robbed of all he had. 
 
 Host, Well, where's his money then, to pay his reckoning ? 
 Why doth not such a fellow go to an alehouse? I shall send 
 him packing immediately, I assure you. 
 
 Love. My dear, common charity won't suffer you to do 
 that. 
 
 Host. Common charity, indeed ! Common charity teaches 
 us to provide for ourselves and our families, and I and mine 
 won't be ruined by your charities, I assure you. 
 
 Love. Well, my dear, do as you will, you know I never 
 contradict you. 
 
 (Enter Surgeon.) 
 
 Surgeon. I come to acquaint you that your guest is in such 
 extreme danger, that I can scarcely see any hopes of his re- 
 covery. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 321 
 
 Host. Here's a pretty kettle of fish you have brought upon 
 us ! We are like to have a funeral at our own expense. 
 
 Love. My dear, I am not to blame. He was brought hither 
 by the stage coach, and Betty had put him to bed before I was 
 stirring. 
 
 Host, And what induced Tom Whipwell to bring such 
 guests to my house, when there are so many ale-houses on the 
 road, proper for their reception. 
 
 {Enter Betty.) 
 
 Betty. The wounded man begs you for mercy-sake to let 
 him have a little tea. 
 
 Host. Tea, indeed ! Nothing will serve his delicate stomach, 
 then, but tea. Tea costs money, tell him. 
 
 Betty. 1 am sure, madam, you will lose nothing by serving 
 the gentleman, for I know he is one by the delicacy of his skin. 
 
 Host. His skin ! Yes, I suppose that is all we are like to 
 have ibr his reckoning. I desire no such gentlemen should 
 ever call at the Dragon. But there is a carriage at the door. 
 Run, Lovepoor, and lead them into the best parlor. Law ! how 
 neglectful you are, Mr. Lovepoor ; here is the gentleman now. 
 {Enter a Stranger^ in a great-cloak.) 
 
 Betty, go and tell the murdered man to pack up and be off, 
 and make ready something for this gentleman's supper. ^ 
 
 Stranger, What murdered man do you speak of? 
 
 Host. O, sir, only a poor wretch who was knocked down 
 and robbed on the high road a few hours ago. 
 
 Siran. 'Are there no hopes of his recovery. 
 
 Sur. 1 defy all the surgeons in London to do him any good. 
 
 Stran. Pray, sir, what are his wounds ? 
 
 Sur. Why, do you know any thing of wounds ? 
 
 Siran. Sir, 1 have a slight acquaintance with surgery. 
 
 Sur. A slight acquaintance — ha ! ha ! ha ! I believe it is 
 a slight one, indeed. I suppose, sir, you have traveled. 
 
 Stran. No, sir. 
 
 Sur. Have practiced in the hospitals, perhaps ? 
 
 Stran. No, sir. 
 
 Sur. Whence, then, sir, if I may be so bold as to inquire, 
 ihave you got your knowledge in surgery ? 
 
 Stran. Sir, I do not pretend to much, but the little I know 
 I have acquired from books. 
 
 Sur. Books ! I suppose, then, you have read Galen and 
 Hippocrates. 
 
 Stran. No, sir, neither. 
 
322 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Sur. How, understand surgery and not read Galen and Hip- 
 pocrates ! 
 
 Stran, Sir, I believe there are many surgeons wlio have 
 never read these authors. 
 
 Sur, I believe so too, more shame for them ; but thanks to 
 my education, I have them by heart and very seldom go with- 
 out them both in my pocket. 
 
 Slran. They are pretty large books, though, to carry in the 
 pocket. 
 
 Sw\ Aye, I presume I know how large they are, better 
 than you do. I suppose you understand physic too, as well as 
 surgery. [A general laugh.) 
 
 Stran. Rather better. 
 
 Sur. Aye, like enough. ( Winking.) Why, I know a little 
 of physic too. 
 
 Love. I wish I knew half as much ; I'd never wear an apron 
 again. 
 
 Sur. Why, I believe, landlord, there are few men, though 
 I say it, who handle a fever better. 
 
 Stran. I am thoroughly convinced, sir, of your great learn- 
 ing and skill, but I will thank you to let me know your opinion 
 of the patient's case, above stairs. 
 
 Sur. Sir, {with much solemnity,) his case is that of a dead 
 man. The contusion on his head has perforated the internal 
 membrane of the occiput, and divellicated that radical, small, 
 minute, invisible nerve, which coheres to the pericranium — 
 
 Stran. That will do, sir. You have convinced me that you 
 are — 
 
 Sur. Are what, sir ? 
 
 Stran, A quack, whose aim it is to impose upon the ignorant 
 and unfortunate. 
 
 Sur. And what are you, sir ? 
 
 Stran. Dr. Bland, president of the college of physicians, 
 and surgeon to Lord Dixby, who has just been robbed, and lies 
 ill in this house. One of his servants, who escaped when the 
 robbery was committed, brought me the information. Your 
 servant, sir. {Speaking to the Surgeon, who is making towards 
 the door.) Now, landlord, conduct me to your guest. {Exit 
 with landlord.) 
 
 Host. Betty, John, Samuel, where are you all ? Have you 
 no ears or no consciences, not to tend the sick better ? See 
 what the gentleman wants. But any one may die for all you ; 
 you have no more feeling than my husband. If a man lived a 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 323 
 
 fortnight in his house without spending a penny, he would never 
 put him in mind of it. See whether the gentleman drinks tea 
 or coffee for supper. (Exit Servant.) 
 
 (Enter Mr. Lovepoor.) 
 
 Love. My dear, this wounded traveler must be a greater man 
 than we took him for. Some servants in livery have just ar- 
 rived, and inquired for him. 
 
 Host. God forbid that I should not discharge the duty of a 
 Christian, since the poor gentleman is brought to our house. I 
 have a natural antipathy to vagabonds, but can pity the mis- 
 fortunes of a Christian as soon as another. 
 
 Love. If the traveler be a gentleman, though he have no 
 money about him now, we shall most likely be paid hereafter ; 
 so you may begin to score as soon as you please. 
 
 Host. Hold your simple tongue, and don't pretend to in- 
 struct me in my business. I am sure I am sorry for the gen- 
 tleman's misfortune with all my heart, and I hope the villains 
 who have used him so barbarously, will be hanged. Let us go 
 and see what he wants. God forbid he should want any thing 
 in my house. (Exeunt.) 
 
 XVII. — Cibber and Vanburgh. 
 LADY GRACE — LADY TOWNLY. 
 
 Lady Townly. Oh, my dear Lady Grace ! how could you 
 leave me so unmercifully alone all this while ? 
 ^ Lady Grace. I thought my Lord had been with you. 
 k Lady T. Why, yes — and therefore I wanted your relief; 
 for he has been in such a fluster here — 
 
 Lady G. Bless me ! for what ? 
 
 Lady T. Only our usual breakfast ; we have each of us had 
 our dish of matrimonial comfort this morning — we have been 
 charming company. 
 
 Lady G. I am mighty glad of it : sure it must be a vast 
 happiness when man and wife can give themselves the same 
 turn of conversation ! 
 
 Lady T. Oh, the prettiest thing in the world ! 
 
 Lady G. Now I should be afraid, that where two people 
 are every day together so, they must often be in want of some- 
 thing to talk upon. 
 
324 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Lady T, Oh, my dear, you are the most mistaken in the 
 world ! Married people have things to talk of, child, that never 
 entered into the imagination of others. — Why, here's my Lord 
 and I, now, we have not been married above two short years, 
 you know, and we have already eight or ten things constantly 
 in bank, that whenever we want company, we can take up any- 
 one of them for two hours together, and the subject never the 
 flatter ; nay, if we have occasion for it, it will be as fresh next 
 day too, as it was the first hour it entertained us. 
 
 Lady G. Certainly that must be vastly pretty. 
 
 Lady T. Oh, there's no life like it ! Why, t'other day, 
 for example, when you dined abroad, my Lord and I, after a 
 pretty cheerful tele a tele meal, sat us down by the fireside, in 
 an easy, indolent, pick-tooth kind of way, for about a quarter 
 of an hour, as if we had not thought of any others being in the 
 room. — At last, stretching himself and yawning — My dear, 
 says he — aw — you came home very late last night. — 'Twas but 
 just turned of two, says L — I was in bed — aw — by eleven, says 
 he. — So you are every night, says L — Well, says he, I am amazed 
 you can sit up so late. — How can you be amazed, says I, at a 
 thing that happens so often ! — Upon which we entered into a 
 conversation : and though this is a point that has entertained us 
 above fifty times already, we always find so many pretty new 
 things to say upon it, that I believe it will last as long as we 
 live. 
 
 Lady G, But pray, in such sort of family-dialogues, (though 
 extremely well for passing the time,) dosen't there now and then 
 enter some little witty sort of bitterness ? 
 
 Lady T. Oh, yes ! which does not do amiss at all. A smart 
 repartee, with a zest of recrimination at the head of it, makes 
 the prettiest sherbet. Ay, ay, if we did not mix a little of the 
 acid with it, a matrimonial society would be so luscious, that 
 nothing but a sentimental old prude would be able to bear it. 
 
 Lady G. Well, certainly you have the most elegant taste — 
 
 Lady T. Though to tell you the truth, my dear, I rather 
 think we squeezed a little too much lemon into it this bout ; for 
 it grew so sour at last, that, I think, I almost told him he was 
 a fool ; and he again, talked something oddly of — turning me 
 out of doors. 
 
 Lady G. Oh ! have a care of that. 
 
 Lady T. Nay, if he should, I may thank my own wise father 
 for it. 
 
 Lady G. How so ? 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 325 
 
 Lady T. Why, when my good Lord first opened his hon- 
 orable trenches before me, my unaccountable papa, in whose 
 hands I then was, gave me up at discretion. 
 
 Lady G. How do you mean ? 
 
 Lady T. He said, the wives of this age were come to that 
 pass, that he would not desire even his own daughter should be 
 trusted with pin-money ; so that my whole train of separate in- 
 clinations are left entirely at the mercy of a husband's odd hu- 
 mors. 
 
 Lady G. Why, that, indeed, is enough to make a woman 
 of spirit look about her. 
 
 Lady T. Nay, but to be serious, my dear, what would you 
 really have a woman do in my case ? 
 
 Lady G. Why, if I hud a sober husband, as you have, I 
 would make myself the happiest wife in the world, by being as 
 sober as he. 
 
 Lady T. Oh, you wicked thing ! how can you teaze one at 
 this rate, when you know he is so very sober, that (except giv- 
 ing me money) there is not one thing in the world he can do to 
 please me ? And I, at the same time, partly by nature, and 
 partly perhaps by keeping the best company, do with my soul 
 love almost every thing he hates. I doat upon assemblies; 
 my heart bounds at a ball ; and at an opera, 1 expire. Then, 
 I love play to distraction ; cards enchant me, and dice put 
 me out of my little wits — dear, dear hazard ! — Oh, what a flow 
 of spirits it gives one ! — Do you never play at hazard, child ? 
 
 Lady G. Oh, never ! I don't think it sits well upon women ; 
 there's something so masculine, so much the air of a rake in it. 
 You see how it makes the men swear ; and when a woman is 
 thrown into the same passion — why — 
 
 Lady T. That's very true ; one is a little put to it, some- 
 times, not to make use of the same words to express it. 
 
 Lady G. Well — and, upon ill-luck, pray what words are 
 you really forced to make use of ? 
 
 Lady T. Why, upon a very hard case, indeed, when a sad, 
 wrong word, is rising just to one's tongue's end, I give a great 
 gulp, and swallow it. 
 
 Lady G. Well — and is it not enough to make you for- 
 swear play as long as you live ? 
 
 Lady T. Oh, yes ; I have often forsworn it. 
 
 Lady G. Seriously ? 
 
 Lady T. Solemnly, a thousand times ; but then one is con- 
 stantly forsworn. 
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326 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Lady G, And how can you answer that ? 
 
 Lady T. My dear, what we say, wlien we are losers, we 
 look upon to be no more binding than a lover's oath, or a great 
 man's promise. But I beg pardon, child ; I should not lead you 
 so far into the world ; you are a prude, and design to live so- 
 berly. 
 
 Lady G. Why, I confess, my nature and my education do in 
 a good degree incline me that way. 
 
 Lady T. Well, how a woman of spirit (for you don't want 
 that, child) can dream of living soberly, is to me inconceivable ; 
 for you will marry, I suppose ? 
 
 Lady G. I can't tell, but I may. 
 
 Lady T. And won't you live in town ? 
 
 Lady G. Half the year, I should like it very well. 
 
 Lady T. My stars ! and you would really live in London 
 half the year, to be sober in it ? 
 
 Lady G, Why not ? 
 
 Lady T, Why, can't you as well go and be sober in the 
 Country ? 
 
 Lady G. So I would, — t'other half year. 
 
 Lady T. And, pray, what comfortable scheme of life would 
 you form now for your summer and winter sober entertain- 
 ments 1 
 
 Lady G. A scheme that I think might very well content us. 
 
 Lady T. Oh, of all things, let's hear it. 
 
 Lady G, Why, in summer, I could pass my leisure hours 
 in riding, in reading, walking by a canal, or sitting at the end of 
 it, under a great tree ; in dressing, dining, chatting with an 
 agreeable friend ; perhaps hearing a little music, taking a dish 
 of tea, or a game at cards, soberly ; managing my family, 
 looking into its accounts, playing with my children, if I had 
 any ; or in a thousand other innocent amusements — soberly : 
 and, possibly, by these means, I might induce my husband to be 
 as sober as myself. 
 
 Lady T. Well, my dear, thou art an astonishing creature ! 
 for sure such primitive antediluvian notions of life have not been 
 in any head these thousand years. — Under a great tree ! — ha ! 
 ha ! ha ! — But I beg we may have the sober town-scheme, too, 
 for I am charmed with the country one. 
 
 Lady G. You shall, and I'll try to stick to my sobriety there, 
 too. 
 
 Lady T, Well, though I am sure it will give me the vapors, 
 I must hear it. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSINO 327 
 
 Lady G. Why, then, for fear of your fainting, madani, I 
 will first so far come into the fashion, that I would never be 
 dressed out of it — but still it should be soberly ; for 1 can't think 
 it any disgrace to a woman of my private fortune, not to wear 
 her lace as fine as the wedding-suit of a first dutchess : though 
 there is one extravagance I would venture to come up to. 
 
 Lady T. Ay, now for it — 
 
 Lady G, I would every day be as clean as a bride. 
 
 Lady T. Why, the men say that's a great step to be made 
 one. — Well, now you are drest, pray let's see to what purpose ! 
 
 Lady G. I would visit — that is, my real friends ; but as little 
 for form, as possible. I would go to court ; sometimes to an 
 assembly; nay, play at quadrille — soberly. I would see all the 
 good plays ; and, because 'tis the fashion, now and then go to 
 an opera ; but I would not expire there — for fear I should never 
 go again ; and, lastly, I can't say, but for curiosity, if I liked 
 my company, I might be drawn in once to a masquerade ; and 
 this, I think, is as far as any woman can go — soberly. 
 
 Lady T. Well, if it had not been for that last piece of so- 
 briety, I was just going to call for some cologne water. 
 
 Lady G. Why, don't you think, with the farther aid of break- 
 fasting, dining, taking the air, supping, sleeping, (not to say a 
 word of devotion,) the four-and-twenty hours might roll over in 
 a tolerable manner? 
 
 Lady T, Tolerable ! — Deplorable. Why, child, all you 
 propose, 4s but to endure life : now, I want to enjoy it. 
 
 XVIII.— FROM THE SCHOOL FOR RAKES.— Centliv re. 
 
 LORD EUSTACE FRAMPTON. 
 
 Lord Eustace. Well, my dear Frampton, have you secured 
 the letters ? 
 
 Frampton. Yes, my lord, for their rightful owners. 
 
 Lord Eust. As +o the matter of property, Frampton, we 
 will not dispute much about that. Necessity, you know, may 
 sometimes render a trespass excusable. 
 
 Fram. I am not casuist sufficient to answer you upon that 
 subject ; but this I know, that you have already trespassed 
 against the laws of hospitality and honor, in your conduct to- 
 wards Sir William Evans and his daughter. — And as your friend 
 
328 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 and counselor both, I would advise you to think seriously of 
 repairing the injuries you have committed, and not increase 
 your offense, by a farther violation. 
 
 Lord Eust. It is actually a pity you were not bred to the 
 bar, Ned ; but I have only a moment to stay, and am all im- 
 patience to know if there be a letter from Langwood, and what 
 he says. 
 
 Fram. I shall never be able to afford you the least informa- 
 tion upon that subject, my lord. 
 
 Lord Eust. Surely, I do not understand you. You said you 
 had secured the letters. — Have you not read them ? 
 
 Fram. You have a right, and none but you, to ask me such 
 a question. My weak compliance with your first proposal, rel- 
 ative to these letters, warrants your thinking so meanly of me. 
 But know, my lord, that though my personal affection for you, 
 joined to my unhappy circumstances, may have betrayed me 
 into actions unwortliy of myself, I never can forget that there 
 is a barrier fixed before the extreme of baseness, which honor 
 will not let me pass. 
 
 Lord Eust. You will give me leave to tell you, Mr. Framp- 
 ton, that where I lead, I think you need not halt. 
 
 Fram. You will pardon me, my lord ; the consciousness of 
 another man's errors, can never be a justification of our own : 
 and poor indeed must that wretch be, who can be satisfied with 
 the negative merit, of not being the worst man he knows. 
 
 Lord Eust. If this discourse were uttered in a conventicle, 
 it might have its effect, by setting the congregation to sleep. 
 
 Fram. It is rather meant to rouse, than lull your lord- 
 ship. 
 
 Lord Eust. No matter what it is meant for ; give me the 
 letters, Mr. Frampton. 
 
 Fram. Yet, excuse me ; I could as soon think of arming a 
 madman's hand against my own life, as suffer you to be guilty 
 of a crime that will forever wound your honor. 
 
 Lord Eust. I shall not come to you to heal my wound : 
 your medicines are too rough and coarse for me. 
 
 Fram. The soft poison of flattery might perhaps please you 
 better. 
 
 Lord Eust. ■ Your conscience may probably have as much 
 need of palliatives as mine, Mr. Frampton ; as I am pretty well 
 convinced, that your course of life has not been more regular 
 than my own. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 329 
 
 Fram. With true contrition, my lord, I confess part of your 
 sarcasm to be just. Pleasure was the object of my pursuit ; 
 and pleasure I obtained, at the expense both of health and for- 
 tune ; but yet, my lord, I broke not in upon the peace of others : 
 the laws of hospitality I never violated. 
 
 Lord Eust. You may, perhaps, have cause to repent your 
 present conduct, Mr. Frampton, as much as I do our past at- 
 tachment. 
 
 Fra7n. Rather than hold your friendship upon such terms, I 
 resign it forever. Farewell, my lord. — [Goes away, hut imme- 
 diately returns.) — Ill-treated as I have been, I find it impossible 
 to leave you surrounded by difficulties. 
 
 Lord Eust. That sentiment should have operated sooner, 
 Mr. Frampton. Recollection is seldom of use to our friends, 
 though it may sometimes be serviceable to ourselves. 
 
 Fram. Take advantage of your own expression, my lord, 
 and recollect yourself. Born and educated as I have been, a 
 gentleman, how have you injured both yourself and me, by ad- 
 mitting and uniting in the same confidence, your rascally 
 servant ! 
 
 Lord Eust. The exigency of my situation is a sufficient 
 excuse to myself, and ought to have been so to the man who 
 called himself my friend. 
 
 Fram. Have a care, my lord, of uttering the least doubt 
 upon that subject ; for could I think you once mean enough to 
 suspect the sincerity of my attachment to you, it must vanish 
 at that instant. 
 
 Lord Eust. The proofs of your regard have been rather 
 painful of late, Mr. Frampton. 
 
 Fram. When I see my friend upon the verge of a precipice, 
 is that a time for compliment ? Shall I not rudely rush forward, 
 and drag him from it? Just in that state you are at present, and 
 I will strive to save you. Virtue may languish in a noble heart, 
 and suffer her rival, vice, to usurp her power ; but baseness 
 must not enter, or she flies forever. The man who has forfeited 
 his own esteem, thinks all the world has the same conscious- 
 ness, and therefore is, what he deserves to be, a wretch. 
 
 Lord Eust. Oh, Frampton ! you have lodged a dagger in 
 my heart. 
 
 Fram. No, my dear Eustace, I have saved you from one, 
 from your own reproaches, by preventing your being guilty of 
 a meanness, which you could never have forgiven yourself. 
 
 Lord Eust. Can you forgive me, and be still my friend ? 
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330 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Fram. As firmly as I have ever been, my lord. — But let 
 us, at present, hasten to get rid of the mean business we are 
 engaged in, and forward the letters we have no right to detain. 
 
 XIX.— FROM THE BEAUX ^TRATi: AQEM.—Farquhar, 
 
 BONIFACE — AIMWELL. 
 
 Boniface, This way, this way, sir. 
 
 Aimwell. You're my landlord, I suppose. 
 
 Bon, Yes, sir, I'm old Will Boniface ; pretty well known 
 upon the road, as the saying is. 
 
 Aim. O, Mr. Boniface, your servant. 
 
 Bon. O, sir, what will your honor please to drink, as the 
 saying is ? 
 
 Aim, I have heard your town of Litchfield, much famed 
 for ale : 1 think I'll taste that ! 
 
 Bon. Sir, I have now in my cellar, ten ton of the best ale 
 in Staffordshire ; 'tis smooth as oil, sweet as milk, clear as am- 
 ber, and strong as brandy ; and will be just fourteen years old 
 the fifth day of next March, old style. 
 
 Aim. You're very exact, I find, in the age of your ale. 
 
 Bon. As punctual, sir, as I am in the age of my children. 
 — I'll show you such ale ! — Here, tapster, broach number 1706, 
 as the saying is. — Sir, you shall taste my anno domini. — I have 
 lived in Litchfield, man and boy, above eight-and-fifty years, 
 and, I believe, have not consumed eight-and-fifty ounces of 
 meat. 
 
 Aim. At a meal, you mean, if any one may guess by your 
 bulk. 
 
 Bon, Not in my life, sir ; I have fed purely upon my ale : 
 I have ate my ale, drank my ale, and I always sleep upon ale. 
 (Enter tapster, with a tankard.) Now, sir, you shall see : — 
 your worship's health. (Drinks.) Ha ! delicious, delicious ! 
 Fancy it Burgundy ; only fancy it — and 'tis worth ten shillings 
 a quart. 
 
 Aim, (Drinks.) 'Tis confounded strong. 
 
 Bon. Strong ! It must be so, or how should we be strongs 
 that drink it ? 
 
 Aim. And have you lived so long upon this ale, landlord t 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. S31 
 
 Bon. Eight-and- fifty years, upon my credit, sir ; but it kill- 
 ed my wife, poor woman, as the saying is. 
 
 Aim. How came that to pass 1 
 
 Bon. I don't know how, sir. She was for qualifying it 
 ,every now and then, with a dram, as the saying is : and an 
 honest gentleman, that came this way, from Ireland, made her 
 a present of a dozen bottles of usquebaugh ; but the poor 
 woman was never well after — ^but, however, 1 was obliged to the 
 gentleman, you know. 
 
 Aim. Why, was it the usquebaugh that killed her 1 
 
 Bon. My Lady Bountiful said so~she, good lady, did what 
 could be done: she cured her of three tympanies; but the 
 fourth carried her off. But she's happy, and I'm contented, as 
 the saying is. 
 
 Ai7n. Who is that Lady Bountiful, you mentioned ? 
 
 Bon. Odds, my life, sir, we'll drink her health. {Brinks.) 
 My Lady Bountiful is one of the best of women. Her last hus- 
 band, Sir Charles Bountiful, left her worth a thousand pounds a 
 year ; and I believe she lays out one half on't in charitable 
 uses, for the good of her neighbors. 
 
 Aim. Has the lady been any other way useful in her gen- 
 eration ? 
 
 Bon. Yes, sir, she had a daughter by Sir Charles — the 
 finest woman in all our country, and the greatest fortune. She 
 has a son too, by her first husband, Squire Sullen, who married 
 a fine lady from London t'other day ; if you please, sir, we'll 
 drink his health. (Drinks.) 
 
 Aim. What sort of a man is he ? 
 
 Bon. Why, sir, the man's well enough ; says little, thinks 
 less, and does — nothing at all, faith ; but he's a man of great 
 estate, and values nobody. 
 
 Aim. A sportsman, I suppose ? 
 
 Bon. Yes, he's a man of pleasure ; he plays at whist, and 
 smokes his pipe eight-and-forty hours together, sometimes. 
 
 Aim. Fine sportsman, truly ! — and married, you say ? 
 
 Bon. Ay ; and to a curious woman, sir. — But he's my 
 
 landlord ! and so a man, you know, would not Sir, my 
 
 humble service to you. (Drinks.) Though I value not a far- 
 thing what he can do to me ; I pay him his rent at quarter 
 day : I have a running trade— I have but one daughter, and 
 can give her no matter for that. 
 
 Aim. You're very happy, Mr. Boniface : pray, what other 
 company have you in town ? 
 
332 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Bon. A power of fine ladies ; and then we have the French 
 officers. 
 
 Aim. O, that's right : you have a good many of those gen- 
 tlemen. Pray, how do you like their company ? 
 
 Bon. So well, as the saying is, that I could wish we had 
 many more of them. They're full of money, and pay double 
 for every thing they have. They know, sir, that we paid good 
 round taxes for taking of 'em ; and so they are willing to re- 
 imburse us a little: one of 'em lodges in my house. {Bell 
 rings.) I beg your worship's pardon — I'll wait on you again in 
 half a minute. {Exeunt.) 
 
 XX.— FROM THE HEIR AT l^AW .—Colman. 
 
 LORD DUBERLY DOCTOR PANGLOSS. 
 
 Lord Duberly. Doctor, good morning. — Take a chair, doc- 
 tor? 
 
 Doctor. Pardon me, my lord ; I am not inclined to be sed- 
 entary ; I would, with permission, "erectos ad sidera tollere 
 vultus" — Ovid. — Hem ! 
 
 Lord D. ToUery vultures ! I suppose that means, you had 
 rather stand ? 
 
 Boot. Fie, this is a locomotive morning with me. Just hur- 
 ried, my lord, from the Society of Arts ; whence, I may say, 
 "I have borne my blushing honors thick upon me"— Shaks- 
 peare. — Hem ! 
 
 Lord D. And what has put your honors to the blush, this 
 morning, doctor ? 
 
 Doct. To the blush ? A ludicrous perversion of the au- 
 thor's meaning — he, he, he ! Hem — you shall hear, my lord. 
 " Lend me your ears" — Shakspeare, again. — Hem ! 'Tis not 
 unknown to your lordship, and the no less literary world, that 
 the Caledonian University of Aberdeen, long since conferred 
 upon me the dignity of LL. D. ; and as I never beheld that 
 erudite body, I may safely say, they dubbed me with a degree, 
 from sheer consideration of my celebrity. 
 
 Lord D. True. 
 
 Doct. For nothing, my lord, but my own innate modesty, 
 could suppose the Scotch college to be swayed by one pound, 
 fifteen shillings and three pence, three farthings, paid on receiv- 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 333 
 
 iiig my diploma, as a handsome compliment to the numerous 
 and learned heads of that seminary. 
 
 Lord D. Oh, hang it, no ; it wasn't for the matter of money. 
 
 Doct. I do not think it was altogether the "auri sacra fa- 
 mes" — Virgil. — Hem! — But this very day, my lord, at eleven 
 o'clock, A. M., the Society of Arts, in consequence, as they 
 were pleased to say, of my merits — he, he, he ! — have admit- 
 ted me an unworthy member ; and I have, henceforward, the 
 privilege of adding to my name the enviable title of A. double S. 
 
 Lord D. And 1 make no doubt, doctor, but you have right- 
 ly deserved it. I warrant a man don't get A. double S. tacked 
 to his name for nothing. 
 
 DocL Decidedly not, my lord. — Yes, I am now Artium 
 Societatis Socies. My two last publications did that business. 
 — " Exegi monumentum cere perennius" — Horace. — Hem ! 
 
 Lo7'd D. And what might these two books be about, doc- 
 tor ? 
 
 Doct. The first, my lord, was a plan to lull the restless to 
 sleep by an infusion of opium into their ears : — the efficacy of 
 this method originally struck me in St. Stephen's chapel, while 
 listening to the oratory of a worthy country gentleman. 
 
 Lord D. I wonder it wasn't hit upon before by the doctors. 
 
 Boct. Physicians, my lord, put their patients to sleep in 
 another manner. He, he, he ! — '' To die — to sleep — no more" 
 — Shakspeare. — Hem. — My second treatise was a proposal for 
 erecting dove-houses, on a principle tending to create the pro- 
 pagation of pigeons. This, I may affirm, has received consid- 
 erable countenance from many who move in the circles of fash- 
 ion — " nee gemere cessabit lurtur" — Virgil. — Hem ! — I am 
 about to publish a third edition, by subscription. May I have 
 the honor to pop your lordship down among the pigeons 1 
 
 Lord D. Aye, aye ; down with me, doctor. 
 
 BocU My lord, I am grateful. I ever insert names and 
 titles at full length. What may be your lordship's sponsorial 
 and patronymic appellations ? 
 
 Lord D. My what ? 
 
 JJoct. I mean, my lord, the designations given to you, by 
 your lordship's god-fathers and parents. 
 
 Lord D. Oh, what, my christian and surname? — I was 
 baptized Daniel. 
 
 Doct. " Abolens baptismate labum" — I forgot where — 
 Hem ! The Right Honorable Daniel — (Writing.) 
 
 Lord D, Dowlas. 
 
334 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Doct. ( Writing,) Dowlas—" Filthy Dow"— Hem !~Shaks. 
 peare. — The Right Honorable Daniel Dowlas, Baron Duberly. 
 And now, my lord, to our lesson for the day. 
 
 Lord D. Now for it, doctor. 
 
 Doct. The process which we are now upon, is to eradicate 
 that blemish in your lordship's language, which the learned de- 
 nominate cacology, and which the vulgar call slip-slop. 
 
 Lord D, I'm afraid, doctor, my cakelology will give you a 
 tolerable tight job of it. 
 
 Doct, "Nil desperandum" — Virgil. — Hem! — We'll begin 
 in the old way, my lord. Talk on ; — when you stumble, I 
 check. Where was your lordship yesterday evening ? 
 
 Lord D, At a consort. 
 
 Doct, Umph ! Tele a ttte with Lady Duberly, I presume. 
 
 Lord D. No, tete a tete with five hundred people, hearing 
 music. 
 
 Doct. Oh ! I conceive. Your lordship would say, concert. 
 Mark the distinction. A concert, my lord, is an entertainment 
 visited by fashionable lovers of harmony. Now, a consort is a 
 wife — little conducive to harmony, in the present day, and sel- 
 dom visited by a man of fashion, unless she happens to be his 
 friend's, or his neighbor's. 
 
 Lord D. A wide, sad difference, indeed ! Between you 
 and I, doctor, now my lady's out of hearing, a wife is the plague 
 — the — the — 
 
 Doct. He, he, he ! There are plenty of Jobs in the world, 
 my lord. 
 
 Lord D. And plenty of Jezabels, too, doctor. But pa- 
 tience, as you say — for I never give my lady no bad language. 
 Whenever she gets in the tantrums, and talks high, I always sit 
 mum chance. 
 
 Doct, " So spake our mother. Eve, and Adam heard" — 
 Milton.— Hem ! — Silence is most secure, my lord, in these 
 cases ; for, if once your lordship opens your mouth, 'tis tv/enty 
 to one, but bad language would follow. 
 
 Lord D. Oh, that's a sure thing ; and I never like to dis- 
 perse the women. 
 
 Doct. Asperse. 
 
 Lord D. Humph ! there's another stumble ! — After all, 
 doctor, I shall make but a poor progress in my vermicular 
 tongue. 
 
 Doct, Your knowledge of our native, or vernacular lan- 
 guage, my lord, time and industry may meliorate. Vermicular 
 
 ..^^...^^.^^ : ^-, ^..-^ . .^...^.^MiyiMii 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 335 
 
 is an epithet seldom applied to tongues, except in the case of 
 puppies who want to be wormed. 
 
 Lord D. Well, then, I aint so much out, doctor ; I've met 
 plenty of puppies, since I came to town, whose tongues are so 
 very troublesome, that worming might chance to be of service. 
 But, doctor, I've a bit of a proposal to make to you, concerning 
 my own family. 
 
 Doct, Disclose, my lord. 
 
 Lord D, Why, you must know, I expect my son, Dicky, in 
 town, this here very morning. Now, doctor, if you mend his 
 cakelology, mayhap it might be better worth than the mending 
 of mine. 
 
 Doct. I smell a pupil. {Aside.) Whence, my lord, does 
 the young gentleman come ? 
 
 Lord B. You shall hear all about it. You know, doctor, 
 though I'm of a good family distraction — 
 
 Boct. Ex. 
 
 Lord B. Though I'm of a good family extraction, 'tis but 
 toother day I kept a shop at Gosport. 
 
 Doct. The rumor has reached me. — " Fama volat" — 
 
 Lord B, Don't put me out. 
 
 Boct. Virgil. — Hem I — Proceed. 
 
 Lord B. A tradesman, you know, must mind the main 
 chance ; so when Dick began to grow as big as a porpus, I got 
 an old friend of mine, who lives in Derbyshire, close to the 
 Devil's-peak, to take Dick 'prentice, at half price. He's just 
 BOW out of his time, and I warrant him, as wild and as rough as 
 •a rock ; now, if you, doctor — if you would but take him in hand, 
 and soften him a bit — 
 
 Boct. Pray, my lord — *' To soften rocks" — Congreve. 
 Hem ! — Pray, my lord, what profession may the Honorable Mr. 
 Dowlas have followed 1 
 
 Lord B. Who, Dick 1 He served his clerkship to an at- 
 torney, at Castle ton. 
 
 Boct. An attorney ! — Gentlemen of his profession, my lord, 
 are very difficult to soften. 
 
 Lord B. Yes, but the pay may make it worth the while ; 
 I'm told that Lord Spindle gives his eldest son, master Drum- 
 stick's tutorer, three hundred a year ; and besides learning his 
 pupil, he has to read my lord to sleep of an afternoon, and walk 
 out with the lap-dogs and the children. Now, if three hun- 
 dred a year, doctor, will do the business for Dick, I shan't be- 
 grudge it you. 
 
36b RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Poet. Three hundred a year ! — Say no more, my lord.— 
 LL. D., A. double S., and three hundred a year — 1 accept the 
 offer. — " Verbam Sat" — Horace. — Hem ! — I'll run to my lodg- 
 ings — settle with Mrs. Sudds — put my wardrobe into a — no, 
 I've got it all on — and — [Going.) 
 
 Lord D. Hold ! hold ! not so hasty, doctor ; I must first 
 send you for Dick, to the Blue-boar ? 
 
 Doct. The Honorable Mr. Dowlas, my pupil, at the Blue- 
 boar! 
 
 Lord D. Aye, in Holborn, as I aint fond of telling people 
 good news beforehand, for fear they may be balked : Dick knows 
 nothing of my being made a lord. 
 
 Doct. Three hundred a year — I've often wished that I had 
 clear, for life, six — no — three — three hundred — 
 . Lord D. I wrote him just before I left Gosport, to tell him 
 to meet me in London with — 
 
 Doct. " Three hundred pounds a year" — Swift. — Hem ! 
 
 Lord D. With all speed, upon business ; d'ye mind me ? 
 
 Doct. Doctor Pangloss with an income of — no lap-dogs, 
 my lord ? 
 
 Lord D. Nay, but listen, doctor ; and as I didn't know 
 where old Ferret was to make me live in London, I told Dick 
 to be at the Blue-boar this morning, by the stage-coach — why, 
 you don't hear what you are talking about, doctor? 
 
 Doct, Oh, perfectly, my lord. — A Blue-boar in a stage- 
 coach, with the annuity of — 
 
 Lord D. Well, step into my room, doctor, and I'll give you 
 a letter which you shall carry to the inn, and bring Dick away 
 with you. I warrant the boy will be ready to jump out of his 
 skin. 
 
 Doct. Skin ! jump ! zounds, I'm ready to jump out of mine. 
 I follow your lordship. — Oh, Doctor Pangloss, where's your phi- 
 losophy now ? — I attend you, my lord — " oequam memento" — 
 Horace. — " Servare mentem." — Hem ! Bless me, I'm all in a 
 flusler ! LL. D., A. double S., and three hundred a 1 at- 
 tend your lordship. [Exeunt.) 
 
 liMinMHaiHIMHMMaMittMIMilli 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 337 
 
 XXL— FROM NOLENS VOLENS.— mzz. 
 
 SIR CHRISTOPHER — QUIZ. 
 
 [Note.— Sir Christopher is an elderly gentleman, who has a son at 
 I college, against whom he is much enraged for having fallen prema- 
 turely in love. Cluiz, under the assumed name of " Blackletter," per- 
 sonates a professor of languages, having come for the purpose of paci- 
 fying Sir Christopher, and thus to obtain money for the son.] 
 
 Sir Christopher. And so, friend Blackletter, you are just 
 come from college. 
 
 Quiz, Yes, sir. 
 
 Sir Ch. Ah, Mr. Blackletter, I once loved the name of a 
 college, until my son proved so worthless. 
 
 Quiz. In the name of all the literati, what do you mean ? You 
 fond of books, and not bless your stars in giving you such a son-? 
 
 Sir Ch, Ah, sir, he was once a youth of promise. — But do 
 you know him ? 
 
 Quiz, What ! Frederick Classic ? — Ay, that I do — heaven 
 be praised ! 
 
 Sir Ch, I tell you, Mr. Blackletter, he is wonderfully 
 changed. 
 
 Quiz, And a luckly change for him. — What, I suppose he 
 was once a wild young fellow ? 
 
 Sir Ch. No, sir, you don't understand me, or I don't you. 
 I tell you, he neglects his studies, and is foolishly in love, for 
 which I shall certainly cut him off with a shilling. 
 
 Quiz, You surprise me, sir. I must beg leave to undeceive 
 you — you are either out of your senses, or some wicked enemy 
 of his has, undoubtedly, done him this injury. Why, sir, he is 
 in love, I grant you, but it is only with his book. He hardly 
 allows himself time to eat ; and as for sleep, he scarcely takes 
 two hours in the twenty-four. — This is a thumper ; for the dog 
 has not looked into a book these six months, to my certain 
 knowledge. (Aside.) 
 
 Sir Ch. I have received a letter from farmer Downright 
 this very day, who tc^lls me he has received a letter from him, 
 containing proposals for his daughter. 
 
 Quiz. This is very strange — I left him at college as close 
 to his books as — oh, oh — I believe I can solve this mystery, and 
 much to your satisfaction. 
 
 Sir Ch, I should be happy indeed if you could. 
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338 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Quiz. Oh, as plain as that two and three are five. 'Tis thus : 
 an envious fellow, a rival of your son's — a fellow who has 
 not as much sense in his whole corporation, as your son has in 
 his little finger — yes, 1 heard this very fellow ordering a mes- 
 senger to farmer Downright, with a letter ; and this is, no doubt, 
 the very one. Why, sir, your son will certainly surpass the 
 Admirable Crichton. — Sir Isaac Newton will be a perfect au- 
 tomaton compared with him ; and the sages of antiquity, if re- 
 suscitated, would hang their heads in despair. 
 
 Sir Ch. Is it possible that my son is now at college, making 
 these great improvements ? 
 
 Quiz. Ay, that he is, sir. 
 
 Sir Ch. {Rubbing his hands.) Oh, the dear fellow, the 
 dear fellow ! 
 
 Quiz. Sir, you may turn to any part of Homer, and repeat 
 one line — he will take it up, and by dint of memory, continue 
 repeating to the end of the book. 
 
 Sir Ch. Well, well, well. I find I was doing him great in- 
 justice ; however, I'll make him ample amends — oh, the dear 
 fellow, the dear fellow, the dear fellow — {with great joy,) — he 
 will be immortalized ; and so shall I, for if I had not cherished 
 the boy's genius in embryo, he would never have soared above 
 mediocrity. 
 
 Quiz. True, sir. 
 
 Sir Ch. I cannot but think what superlative pleasure I shall 
 have, when my son has got his education. No other man's in 
 England shall be comparative with it — of that 1 am positive. 
 Why, sir, the moderns are such dull, plodding, senseless barbari- 
 ans, that a man of learning is as hard to be found, as the unicorn. 
 
 Quiz. 'Tis much to be regretted, sir ; but such is the lament, 
 able fact. 
 
 Sir Ch. Even the shepherds, in days of yore, spoke their 
 mother tongue in Latin ; and now, hie, heec, hoc, is as little un- 
 derstood as the language of the moon. 
 
 Quiz. Your son, sir, will be a phenomenon, depend upon it. 
 
 Sir Ch, So much the better, so much the better. I expected 
 Soon to have been in the vocative, for, you know, you found me 
 in the accusative case, and that's very near it — ha ! ha ! ha ! 
 
 Quiz. You have reason to be merry, sir, I promise you. 
 
 Sir Ch. I have, indeed. Well, I shall leave off interjections 
 and promote an amicable conjunction with the dear fellow. Oh ! 
 we shall never think of addressing each other in plain English — 
 no, no, we will converse in the pure classical language of the 
 ancients. You remember the Eclogues of Virgil, Mr. Blackletler ? 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 
 
 Quiz. Oh, yes, sir, perfectly ; have 'em at my finger ends. — 
 Not a bit of a one did I ever hear of in my life. (Aside.) 
 
 Sir Ch. How sweetly the first of them begins ! 
 
 Quiz, Very sweetly, indeed, sir. (Aside.) Zounds! I wish 
 he would change the subject. 
 
 Sir Ch. " Tytere, tu patulse recubans ;" faith, 'tis more musi- 
 cal than fifty hand-organs. 
 
 Quiz. (Aside.) I had rather hear a jew's-harp. 
 
 Sir Ch. Talking of music, though — the Greek is the lan- 
 gua,£Te for that. 
 
 Quiz. Truly is it. 
 
 Sir Ch. Even the conjugations of the verbs far excel the 
 finest sonata of Pleyel or Handel — for instance, " tupto, tupso, 
 tetupha," — can any thing be more musical ? 
 
 Quiz. Nothing — " stoop low, stoop so, stoop too far." 
 
 Sir Ch. Ha ! ha ! ha ! " stoop too far !" that's a good one. 
 
 Quiz. (Aside.) Faith, I have stooped too far. All's over 
 now, by Jupiter. 
 
 Sir Ch, Ha ! ha ! ha ! a plaguy good pun, Mr. Blackletter. 
 
 Quiz. Tolerable. (Aside.) I am well out of that scrape, 
 however. 
 
 Sir Ch. Pray, sir, which of the classics is your favorite 1 
 
 Quiz. Why, sir, Mr. Frederick Classic, I think — he is so 
 great a scholar. 
 
 Sir Ch. Po, po, you don't understand me. — I mean, which 
 of the Latin classics do you admire most ? 
 
 Quiz. Hang it ! what shall I say now. (Aside.) The Latin 
 classics ? Oh, really, sir, I admire them all so much, it is dif- 
 ficult to say. 
 
 Sir Ch. Virgil is my favorite. How very expressive is his 
 description of the unconquerable passion of Queen Dido, where 
 he says, " haret lateri lethalis arundo." Is not that very ex- 
 pressive ? 
 
 Quiz. Very expressive, indeed, sir. (Aside.) I wish we 
 were forty miles asunder. I shall never be able to hold out 
 much longer, at this rate. 
 
 Sir Ch. And Ovid is not without his charms. 
 
 Quiz. He is not, indeed, sir. 
 
 Sir'Ch. And what a dear, enchanting fellow, Horace is ! 
 
 Quiz. Wonderfully so ! 
 
 Sir Ch. Pray, what do you think of Xenophon ? 
 
 Quiz. Who the plague is he, I wonder. (Aside.) Xenophon! 
 oh, I think he unquestionably wrote good Latin, sir. 
 
340 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Sir Ch. Good Latin, man ! — he wrote Greek — good Greek, 
 you meant. 
 
 Quiz. True, sir, I did. Latin, indeed ! (In great confu. 
 sion.) I meant Greek — did I say Latin ? I really meant 
 Greek. (Aside.) Zounds! I don't know what I mean, myself. 
 
 Sir Ch. Oh ! Mr. Blackletter, I have been trying a long 
 time to remember the name of one of Achilles's horses, but I 
 can't for my life think of it — you doubtless can tell me. 
 
 Quiz. O yes, his name was — but which of them do you 
 mean ? — What was he called ? 
 
 Sir Ch. What was he called ? Why, that's the very thing I 
 wanted to know. The one I allude toUvas born of the Harpy 
 Celseno. I can't for the blood of me, tell it. 
 
 Qiiiz. (Aside.) Zounds! if I can either. (To him.) Born of 
 the Harpy — oh! his name was — (striking his forehead.) Gra- 
 cious ! I forget it now. His name was, — was, — was, — zounds, 
 'tis as familiar to me as my A, B, C. 
 
 Sir Ch. Oh ! I remember — 'twas Xanthus, Xanthus — I 
 remember now — 'twas Xanthus — plague o' the name — that's it. 
 
 Quiz. Egad ! so 'tis. " Thankus, Thankus" — that's it — 
 strange I could not remember it. (Aside.) 'Twould have been 
 stranger, if I had. 
 
 Sir Ch, You seem at times a little absent, Mr. Blackletter. 
 
 Quiz. Zounds ! I wish I was absent altogether. (Aside.) 
 
 Sir Ch. We shall not disagree about learning, sir. I dis- 
 cover you are a man, not only of profound learning, but cor- 
 rect taste. 
 
 Quiz. (Aside.) I am glad you have found that out, for I 
 never should. I came here to quiz the old fellow, and he'll quiz 
 me, I fear. (To him.) O, by the by, I have been so confused 
 — I mean, so confounded ; pshaw ! so much engrossed with the 
 contemplation of the Latin classics, I had almost forgot to give 
 you a letter from your son. 
 
 Sir Ch. Bless me, sir ! why did you delay that pleasure so long ? 
 
 Quiz. I beg pardon, sir, here 'tis. (Gives a letter.) 
 
 Sir Ch. (Puis on his spectacles, and reads. ) " To Miss Clara." 
 
 Quiz. No, no, no — that's not it — here 'tis. — (Takes the 
 letter^ and gives him another.) 
 
 Sir Ch. What, are you the bearer of love epistles, too, Mr. 
 Blackletter ? 
 
 Quiz (Aside.) What a horrid blunder. (To him.) Oh, 
 no, sir, that letter is from a female cousin at a boarding school, 
 to Miss Clara Upright, — no, Downright. That's the name. 
 
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COMIC AND AMUSING. / 341 
 
 Sir Ch. Truly, she writes a good masculine fist. Well, let 
 me see what my boy has to say. — {Reads.) 
 
 " Dear Father, — There is a famous Greek manuscript just 
 come to light. I must have it. — The price is about a thousand 
 dollars. Send me the money by the bearer." 
 
 Short and sweet. There's a letter for you, in the true Lace- 
 daemonian style — laconic. Well, the boy shall have it, were it 
 ten times as much. I should like to see this Greek manuscript. 
 Pray, sir, did you ever see it ? 
 
 Quiz. I can't say 1 ever did, sir. {Aside.) This is the 
 only truth I have been able to edge in, yet. 
 
 Sir Ch. I'll just send to my bankers for the money. In the 
 mean time, we will adjourn to my library. I have been much 
 puzzled with an obscure passage in Livy — we must lay our 
 heads together for a solution. But I am sorry you are addicted 
 to such absence of mind, at times. 
 
 Quiz. 'Tis a misfortune, sir ; but I am addicted to a greater 
 than that, at times. 
 
 Sir Ch. Ah ! what's that ? 
 
 Quit. I am sometimes addicted to an absence of body. 
 
 Sir Ch. As how ? 
 
 Quiz. Why thus, sir. — ( Takes up his hat and sticky and walks 
 
 Sir Ch. Ha, ha, ha, — that's an absence of body, sure 
 enough — an absence of body with a vengeance ! — A very merry 
 fellow this. He will be back for the money, I suppose, presently. 
 He is at all events, a very modest man, not fond of expressing 
 his opinion — but that's a mark of merit. 
 
 XXIL— DRAMATIC VflMuOOlJ^.— Anonymous. 
 
 DIGIT, A MATHEMATICIAN TRILL, A MUSICIAN — SESQUIPEDALIA, 
 
 A LINGUIST AND PHILOSOPHER — DRONE, A SERVANT OF MR. 
 MORRELL. 
 
 Scene. — In Mr, Morrell's House. 
 
 {Digit discovered.) 
 Digit. If theologians are in want of a proof that mankind 
 are daily degenerating, let them apply to me, Archimedes Digit j 
 I can furnish them with one as clear as any demonstration in 
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342 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Euclid's third or fifth book ; and it is this : the sublime and 
 exalted science of mathennatics is falling into general disuse. 
 
 that the patriotic inhabitants of this extensive country should 
 suffer so degrading a circumstance to exist ! Why, yesterday, 
 
 1 asked a lad of fifteen, which he preferred, algebra or geom- 
 etry ; and he told me, oh, horrible, he told me he had never 
 studied them. I was thunderstruck, I was astonished, I was 
 petrified! Never studied geometry! never studied algebra! 
 and fifteen years old ! The dark ages are returning. Heath- 
 enish obscurity will soon overwhelm the world, unless I do 
 something immediately to enlighten it ; and for this purpose, I 
 have now applied to Mr. Morrell, who Hves here, and is cele- 
 brated for his patronage of learning and learned men. {Calls.) 
 Who waits there'.' (Enter Drone.) Is Mr. Morrell at home ? 
 
 Drone. [Speaking very loio.) Can't say; 'spose he is; 
 indeed, I'm sure he is, or was, just now. 
 
 Digit. Why, I could solve an equation while you are an- 
 swering a question of five words. I mean, if the unknown 
 terms were all on one side of the equation. Can I see him ? 
 
 Drone. There's nobody in this house by the name of Qua- 
 tion. 
 
 Digit. Now here's a fellow that cannot distinguish between 
 an algebraic term, and the denomination of his master. I 
 wish to see Mr. Morrell, upon an affair of infinite importance. 
 
 Drone. O, very likely, sir ; I will inform him that Mr. 
 Quation wishes to see him, {mimicing^) on an affair of infinite 
 importance. 
 
 Digit. No, no. Digit, Digit. My name is Digit. 
 
 Drone. O, Mr. Digy — Digy, very likely. (Exit Drone.) 
 
 Digit. {Alone.) That fellow is certainly a negative quan- 
 tity. He is minus common sense. If this Mr. Morrell is the 
 man I take him to be, he cannot but patronize my talents. 
 Should he not, I don't know how I shall obtain a new coat. I 
 have worn this ever since I began to write my theory of sines 
 and co-tangents ; and my elbows have so often formed right 
 angles with the plane surface of xny table, that a new coat, or a 
 parallel patch, is very necessary. But here comes Mr. Morrell. 
 {Enter Sesquipedalia.) Sir, [bowing low,) I am your most 
 mathematical servant. I am sorry, sir, to give you this trouble, 
 but an affair of consequence, [pulling the rags over Ms elbows,) 
 an affair of consequence, as your servant informed you — 
 
 Sesquijpeddlia. Servus non est mihi, Domine ; that is, I 
 
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COMIC AND AMUSING. 343 
 
 have no servant, sir. I presume you have erred in your cal- 
 culation ; and— 
 
 Digit. No, sir, the calculations I am about to present you, 
 are founded on the most correct theorems of Euclid. You 
 may examine them, if you please. They are contained in this 
 small manuscript. [Producing a folio.) 
 
 Sesq. Sir, you have bestowed a degree of interruption 
 upon observations. I was about, or, according to the Latins, 
 futurus sum, to give you a little information concerning the 
 luminary wlio appears to have deceived your vision. My name, 
 sir, is Tullius Maro Titus Crispus Sesquipedalia, by profession, 
 a linguist and philosopher. The most abstruse points in phys- 
 ics or metaphysics, to me, are as transparent as ether. I have 
 come to this house for the purpose of obtaining the patronage 
 of a gendeman who befriends all the literati. Now, sir, per- 
 haps I have produced conviction, in mente tua, that is, in your 
 mind, that your calculation was erroneous. 
 
 Digit. Yes, sir, as to your person, I was mistaken ; but my 
 calculations, I maintain, are correct to the tenth place of a cir- 
 culating decimal. 
 
 Sesq^ But what is the subject of your manuscript ? Have 
 you discussed the infinite divisibility of matter ? 
 
 Digit, No, sir, I cannot reckon infinity ; and I have noth- 
 ing to do with subjects that cannot be reckoned. 
 
 Sesq. Why, I can reckon about it. I reckon it is divisible 
 ad infinitum. But perhaps your work is upon the materiality 
 of light 1 And if so, which side of the question do you espouse ? 
 
 Digit. O, sir, I think it quite immaterial. 
 
 Sesq. What ! light immaterial ! Do you say light is im- 
 material ? 
 
 Digit. No, I say it is quite immaterial which side of the 
 question I espouse. I have nothing to do with it. And, besides, 
 I am a bachelor, and do not mean to espouse any thing at 
 present. 
 
 Sesq. Do you write upon the attraction of cohesion ? You 
 know matter has the properties of attraction and repulsion. 
 
 Digit. I care nothing about matter, so I can find enough for 
 mathematical demonstration. 
 
 Sesq. I cannot'conceive what you have written upon, then. 
 O, it must be the centripetal and centrifugal motions. 
 
 Digit. (Peevishly.) No, no. I wish Mr. Morrell would 
 come. Sir, I have no motions, but such as I can make with 
 my pencil upon my slate, thus — (figuring upon his hand) — six, 
 
344 EHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 minus four, plus two, equal eight, minus six, plus two. TherOy 
 those are my motions. 
 
 Sesq. O, I perceive you grovel in the depths of arithmetic, 
 I suppose you never soared into the regions of philosophy. You 
 never thought of the vacuum which has so long filled the heads 
 of philosophers? 
 
 Digit. Vacuum ! [Putting his hand to his forehead.) Let 
 me think. 
 
 Sesq. Ha ! what ! have you got it sub manu, that is, under 
 your hand ! ha ! ha ! ha ! 
 
 Digit. Eh ! under my hand ? What, do you mean, sir, that 
 my head is a vacuum ? Would you insult me, sir? insult Ar- 
 chimedes Digit? Why, sir, I'll cipher you into infinite divisi- 
 bility. I'll set you on an inverted cone. IHl give you a cen- 
 tripetal and centrifugal motion out of the window, sir. I'll 
 scatter your solid contents. 
 
 Sesq. Da veniam, that is, pardon me, it was merely a lapsus 
 linguae, that is — 
 
 Digit. Well, sir, I am not fond of lapsus linguses at all, sir. 
 However, if you did not mean to offend, I accept your apology. 
 I wish Mr. Morrell would come. 
 
 Sesq. But, sir, is your work upon mathematics? 
 
 Digit. Yes, sir. In this manuscript I have endeavored to 
 elucidate the squaring of the circle. 
 
 Sesq. But, sir, a square circle is a contradiction in terms* 
 You cannot make one. 
 
 Digit. I perceive you are a novice in this sublime science. 
 The object is to find a square which shall be equal to a given 
 circle, which I have done by a rule drawn from the radii of the 
 circle, and the diagonal of the square. . And, by my rule, the 
 area of the square will equal the area of the circle. 
 
 Sesq. Your terms are to me incomprehensible. Diagonal 
 is derived from the Greek dia and gone, that is, "through 
 the corner." But I don't see what it has to do with a circle; 
 for, if I understand aright, a circle, like a sphere, has no 
 corners. 
 
 Digit. You appear to be very ignorant of the science of 
 numbers. Your life must be very insipidly spent in poring over 
 philosophy and the dead languages. You never tasted, as I 
 have, the pleasure arising from the investigation of a difficult 
 problem, or the discovery of a new rule in quadratic equations. 
 
 Sesq. Poll ! Poh ! ( Turns round in disgust, and hits Digit 
 with his cane.) 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 345 
 
 DigiL O ! you villain ! 
 
 Sesq. I wish, sir — 
 
 Digit. And so do I wish, sir, that that cane was raised to 
 the fourth power, and laid over your head as many times as 
 there are units in a thousand. Oh ! oh ! 
 
 Sesq. Did my cane come in contact with the sphere of re- 
 pulsion around your shin ! I must confess, sir — {enter Trill,) — 
 O, here is Mr. Morrell, Salve Domine ! Sir, your most obe- 
 dient. 
 
 Trill. Which of you, gentlemen, is Mr. Morrell? 
 
 Sesq. O ! neither, sir. I took you for that gentleman. 
 
 Trill. No, sir, I am a teacher of music. Flute, harp, viol, 
 violin, violoncello, organ, or any thing of the kind — any instru- 
 ment you can mention. I have just been displaying my powers 
 at a concert, and come recommended to the patronage of Mr. 
 Morrell. 
 
 Sesq. For the same purpose are that gentlemen and myself 
 here. 
 
 Digit. (Still rubbing his sMn.) Oh ! oh! 
 
 Trill. Has the gentleman the gout? I have heard of its 
 being cured by music. Shall I sing you a tune ? Hem ! hem ! 
 Faw— 
 
 Digit. No, no. I want none of your tunes. I'd make 
 that philosopher sing, though, and dance too, if he hadn't made a 
 vulgar fraction of my leg. 
 
 Sesq. In veritate, Ihat is, in truth, it happened forte, that is, 
 by chance. 
 
 Trill. ( Talking to himself.) If B be flat, me is in E. 
 
 Digit. Aye, sir, this is only an integral part of your conduct, 
 ever since you came into this house. You have continued to 
 multiply your insults in the abstract ratio of a geometrical pro- 
 gression, and, at last, have proceeded to violence. The dignity 
 of Archimedes Digit never experienced such a reduction de- 
 scending, before. 
 
 Trill. (To himself.) Twice faw sol law, and then comes 
 me, again. 
 
 Digit. If Mr. Morrell does not admit me soon, I'll leave 
 the house, while my head is on my shoulders. 
 
 Trill. Gentlemen, you neither keep time nor chord. But, 
 if you can sing, we will carry a trio before we go. 
 
 Sesq. Can you sing an ode of Horace or Anacreon ? I 
 should like to hear one of them. 
 
346 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Digit. I had rather hear you sing a demonstration of the 
 forty-seventh proposition, first book. 
 
 Trill. I never heard of those performers, sir ; where do they 
 belong? 
 
 Sesq. They did belong to Italy and Greece. 
 
 Trill. Ah ! Italy ! there are our best masters — Correlli, 
 Morrelli, and Fuseli. Can you favor me with their composi- 
 tions ? 
 
 Sesq. O yes, if you have a taste that way, I can furnish you 
 with them, and with Virgil, Sallust, Cicero, Ceesar, Quintillian, 
 and I have an old Greek Lexicon which I can spare. 
 
 Trill. Ad libitum, my dear sir, they will make a handsome 
 addition to my musical library. 
 
 Digit. But, sir, what pretensions have you to the patronage 
 of Mr. Morrell ? . I don't believe you can square the circle. 
 
 Trill. Pretensions, sir ! I have gained a victoiy over the 
 great Tantamarrara, the new opera singer, who pretended to 
 vie with me. 'Twas in the symphony of Handel's oratorio of 
 Saul, where, you know, every thing depends upon the tempo 
 giusto, and where the primo should proceed in smorgando, and 
 the secondo, agitati. But he was on the third ledger line, I was 
 an octave below, when, with a sudden appoggiatura, I rose to D 
 in alt, and conquered him. 
 
 (Enter Drone.) 
 
 Drone. My master says how he will wait on you, gentle- 
 men. 
 
 Digit. What is your name, sir? 
 
 Drone, Drone, at your service. 
 
 Digit. No, no, you need not drone at my service. A very 
 applicable name, however. 
 
 Sesq. Drone ! That is derived from the Greek Draon ; 
 that is, flying or moving swiftly. 
 
 Trill. He seems to move in andante measure ; that is, to 
 the tune of old hundred. 
 
 Drone. Very likely, gentlemen. 
 
 Digit. Well, as I came first, I will enter first. 
 
 Sesq. Right. You shall be the antecedent, I the subse- 
 quent, and Mr. Trill the consequent. 
 
 Trill. Right. I was always a man of consequence.— Fa w, 
 sol, law, faw, sol, law, &c., &;c, {Exeunt.) 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 347 
 
 XXIIL— FROM AS YOU LIKE IT.—Shakspeare. 
 
 DUKE FREDERICK, A USURPER LE BEAU, A COURTIER CHARLES, 
 
 THE duke's wrestler OLIVER AND ORLANDO, BROTHERS 
 
 ADAM AND DENNIS, SERVANTS TO OLIVER TOUCHSTONE, A 
 
 CLOWN ROSALIND, DAUGHTER TO THE BANISHED DUKE — CELIA, 
 
 DAUGHTER TO FREDERICK LORDS ATTENDANTS. 
 
 ^Adam.—^'mzzt masters, tie patfent ; for ^our fat|)er*s rememtrance, 
 ije at accorXi ! 
 
 Scene 1. — An Orchard near Oliver's House. 
 
 {Enter Orlando and Adam.) 
 Orlando, As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion 
 bequeathed me : By will, but a poor thousand crowns ; and, as 
 thou sayest, charged my brother, on his blessing, to breed me 
 well ; and there begins my sadness. My brother Jaques, he 
 keeps at school, and report speaks goldenly of his profit : for 
 my part, he keeps me rustically at home : or, to speak more 
 properly, stays me here at home, unkept. For, call you that 
 keeping, for a gentleman of my birth, that differs not from the 
 stalling of an ox 1 His horses are bred better ; for, besides 
 that they are fair with their feeding, they are taught their man- 
 age ; and to that end, riders dearly hired : but I, his brother, 
 gciin nothing under him, but growth ; for the which, his animals 
 are as much bound to him as I. Besides, this nothing, that he 
 so plentifully gives me, the something that nature gave me, his 
 
348 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 countenance seems to take from me : he lets me feed with his 
 hinds, bars me the place of a brother, and, as much as in him 
 lies, mines my gentility with my education. This it is, Adam, 
 that grieves me ; and the spirit of my father, which 1 think is 
 within me, begins to mutiny against this servitude : I will no 
 longer endure it, though yet I know no wise remedy how to 
 avoid it. 
 
 (Enter Oliver.) 
 
 Adam. Yonder comes my master, your brother. 
 
 Orla. Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he will 
 shake me up. 
 
 Oliver. Now, sir, what make you here ? 
 
 OrIa» Nothing : I am not taught to make any thing. 
 
 OIL What mar you then, sir ? 
 
 Orla. Marry, sir, I am helping you to mar that which God 
 made, a poor unworthy brother of yours, with idleness. 
 
 OIL Marry, sir, be better employed, and be naught a while. 
 
 Orla. Shall 1 keep your hogs, and eat husks with them ? 
 What prodigal portion have I spent, that I should come to such 
 penury ? 
 
 OIL Know you where you are, sir ? 
 
 Orla, O, sir, very well : here, in your orchard. 
 
 OIL Know you before whom, sir ? 
 
 Orla. Ay, better than he I am before, knows me. I know 
 you are my eldest brother ; and, in the gentle condition of blood, 
 you should so know me. The courtesy of nations allows you 
 my better, in that you are the first-born ; but the same tradition 
 takes not away my blood, were there twenty brothers betwixt 
 us : I have as much of my father in me, as you ; albeit, I con- 
 fess, your coming before me, is nearer to his reverence. 
 
 OIL What, boy ! 
 
 Orla. Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in 
 this. 
 
 OIL Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain ? 
 
 Orla. I am no villain : I am the youngest son of Sir Row- 
 land de Bois ; he was my father : and he is thrice a villain, that 
 says, such a father begot villains. Wert thou not my brother, 
 I would not take this hand from thy throat, till this other had 
 pulled out thy tongue for saying so ; thou hast railed on thyself. 
 Adam.— Si\Dnt masters, be patient ; fox jiour fatljer's xtmtm^ 
 i)rance, be at accortr ! 
 
 OIL Let me go, I say. 
 
 Orla. I will not, till I please : you shall hear me. My 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 849 
 
 father charged you, in his will, to give me good education : you 
 have trained me like a peasant ; obscuring and hiding from me 
 all genllemun-like qualities: the spirit of my father grows 
 strong in me, and 1 will no longer endure it : therefore allow 
 me such exercises as may become a gentleman, or give me the 
 poor allottery my father left me by testament ; with that, I will 
 go buy my fortunes. 
 
 OIL And what wilt thou do? beg, when that is spent? 
 Well, sir, get you in. I will not long be troubled with you : you 
 shall have some part of your will. I pray you, leave me. 
 
 Orla. I will no further offend you than becomes me for my 
 good. 
 
 OIL Get you with him, you old dog. 
 J- Adam. Is old dog, my reward ? Most true, I have lost my 
 teeth in your service — God be with my old master ! he would 
 not have spoke such a word. {Exeunt Orlando and Adam.) 
 
 OIL Is it even so 1 Begin you to grow upon me ? I will 
 physic your rankness, and yet give no thousand crowns, neither. 
 — Holla, Dennis ! 
 
 {Enter Dennis,) 
 
 Dennis. Calls your worship ? 
 
 OIL Was not Charles, the duke's wrestler, here to speak 
 with me ? 
 
 Den. So please you, he is here at the door, and importunes 
 access to you. 
 
 OIL Call him in. (Exit Dennis.) 'Twill be a good way; 
 and to-morrow the wrestling is. 
 
 (Enter Charles.) 
 
 Charles. Good morrow to your lordship. 
 
 OU. Good monsieur Charles ! — what's the new news at the 
 new court ? 
 
 Cha. There's no news at the court, sir, but the old news : 
 that is, the old duke is banished by his younger brother, the 
 new duke ; and three or four loving lords have put themselves 
 into voluntary exile with him, whose lands and revenues enrich 
 the new duke : therefore he gives them good leave to wander. 
 
 OH. Can you tell, if Rosalind, the duke's daughter, be ban- 
 ished with her father ? 
 
 Cha. O, no ; for the duke's daughter, her cousin, so loves 
 her — being ever from their cradles bred together — that she 
 would have followed her exile, or have died to stay behind 
 her. She is at the court, and no less beloved of her uncle, 
 than his own daughter ; and never two ladies loved as they do. 
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350 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 OIL What, you wrestle to-morrow before the new duke ? 
 
 Cha, Marry, do 1, sir ; and I came to acquaint you with a 
 matter. I am given, sir, secretly to understand, that your 
 younger brother, Orlando, hath a disposition to come in dis- 
 guised against me, to try a fall. To-morrow, sir, I wrestle 
 for my credit ; and he that escapes me without some broken 
 limb, shall acquit him well. Your brother is but young and 
 tender ; and, for your love, I would be loath to foil him, as I 
 must, for my own honor, if he come in : therefore, out of my 
 love to you, I came hither to acquaint you withal ; that either 
 you might stay him from his intendment, or brook such dis- 
 grace well, as he shall run into : in that it is a thing of his own 
 search, and altogether against my will. 
 
 on. Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me, which thou 
 shalt find I will most kindly requite. I had myself notice of my 
 brother's purpose herein, and have, by underhand means, labor- 
 ed to dissuade him from it; but he is resolute. I'll tell thee, 
 Charles, it is the stubbornest young fellow in France ; full of 
 ambition ; an envious emulator of every man's good parts ; a 
 secret and villainous contriver against me, his natural brother ; 
 therefore use thy discretion ; I had as lief thou didst break his 
 neck, as his finger. And thou wert best look to't ; for if thou 
 dost him any slight disgrace, or if he do not mightily grace him- 
 self on thee, he will practice against thee by poison, entrap thee 
 by some treacherous device, and never leave thee till he hath 
 taken thy life by some indirect means or other: for, I assure 
 thee, and almost with tears I speak it, there is not one so young 
 and so villainous, this day living. I speak but brotherly of 
 him ; but should I anatomize him to thee as he is, I must blush 
 and weep, and thou must look pale and wonder. 
 
 Cha. I am heartily glad I came hither to you. If he come 
 to-morrow, I'll give him his payment. If ever he go alone 
 again, I'll never wr-estle for prize more. And so, God keep 
 your worship. (Exit.) 
 
 OIL Farewell, good Charles. — Now will I stir this game- 
 ster. I hope 1 shall see an end of him ; for my soul, yet I 
 know not why, hates nothing more than he. Yet, he's gentle ; 
 never schooled, and yet learned; full of noble device; of all 
 sorts, enchantingly beloved ; and, indeed, so much in the heart 
 of the world, and especially of my own people, who best know 
 him, that I am altogether misprized : but it shall not be so long ; 
 this wrestler shall clear all : nothing remains, but that I kindle 
 the boy thither, which now I'll go about. [Exit.) 
 
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COMIC AND AMUSING. '351 
 
 Scene 2. — A Lawn before the Duke's Palace. 
 
 {Enter Rosalind and Celia.) 
 
 Celia, Here comes monsieur Le Beau. 
 
 {Enter Le Beau and Touchstone.) 
 
 Cel. Borjour, monsieur Le Beau : what's the news 1 
 
 Le Beau. Fair princess, you have lost much good sport. 
 
 Cel. Sport ! of what color ? 
 
 Le Beau. What color, madam 1 How shall I answer you ? 
 
 Rosalind. As wit and fortune will. 
 
 Touchstone. Or as the destinies decree. 
 
 Cel. Well said ; that was laid on with a trowel. 
 
 Le Beau. You amaze me, ladies ; I would have told you 
 of good wrestling, which you have, lost the sight of. 
 
 Ros. Yet, tell us the manner of the wrestling. 
 
 Le Beau. I will tell you the beginning, and, if it please your 
 ladyships, you may see the end ; for the best is yet to do ; and 
 here, where you are, they are coming to perform it. 
 
 Cel. Well — the beginning, that is, dead and buried, 
 
 Le Beau. There comes an old man and his three sons — 
 
 Cel. I could match this beginning, with an old tale. 
 
 Le Beau. Three proper young men of excellent growth 
 and presence ; — 
 
 Ros. With bills on their necks, — Be it known unto all men 
 by these presents — 
 
 Le Beau. The eldest of the three wrestled with Charles, 
 the duke's wrestler ; which Charles, in a moment, threw hira, 
 and broke three of his ribs, that there is little hope of life in 
 him : so he served the second, and so the third : yonder they 
 lie ; the poor old man, their father, making such pitiful dole 
 over them, that all the beholders take his part with weeping, 
 ' Ros, Alas ! 
 
 Touch. But what is the sport, monsieur, that the ladies have 
 lost? 
 
 Le Beau. Why, this that I speak of. 
 
 Touch. Thus men grow wiser every day ! It is the first 
 time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies, 
 
 Cel. Or I, I promise thee. 
 
 Ros. But is there any else longs to see this broken music 
 in his sides ? Js there yet another dotes upon rib-breaking 1—r 
 Shall we see this wrestling, cousin ? 
 
 Le Beau. You must, if you stay here ; for here is the 
 
352 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 place appointed for the wrestling, and they are ready to per- 
 form it. 
 
 Cel. Yonder, sure, they are coming. Let us now stay and 
 see it. 
 
 {Flourish^ — Enter Duke Frederick^ Lords^ Orlando, Charles, 
 and Attendants. ) 
 
 DuJce Frederick. Come on ; since the youth will not be en- 
 treated, his own peril on his forwardness. 
 
 Ros. Is yonder the man ? 
 
 Le Beau. Even he, madam. 
 
 Cel. Alas, he is too young : yet he looks successfully, 
 
 Duke F. How now, daughter, and cousin ? are you crept 
 hither to see the wrestling ? 
 
 Eos. Ay, my liege : so please you give us leave. 
 
 Duke F. You will take little delight in it, I can tell you, 
 there is such odds in the men. In pity of the challenger's youth, 
 I would fain dissuade him, but he will not be entreated. Speak 
 to him, ladies ; see if you can move him. 
 
 Cei. Call him hither, good monsieur Le Beau. 
 
 Duke F. Do so ; I'll not be by. (Duke goes apart.) 
 
 Le Beau. Monsieur the challenger, the princesses call for 
 you. 
 
 Orla. I attend them, with all respect and duty. 
 
 Bos, Young man, have you challenged Charles, the wres- 
 tler? 
 
 Orla. No, fair princess ; he is the general challenger : I 
 come but in, as others do, to try with him the strength of my 
 youth. 
 
 Cel. Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold for your 
 years. You have seen cruel proof of this man's strength. If 
 you saw yourself with your eyes, or knew yourself with your 
 judgment, the fear of your adventure would counsel you to a 
 more equal enterprise. We pray you, for your own sake, to 
 embrace your own safety, and give over this attempt. 
 
 Bos. Do, young sir, your reputation shall not, therefore, be 
 misprized. We will make it our suit to the duke, that the 
 wrestling might not go forward. 
 
 Orla. I beseech you, punish me not with your hard thoughts ; 
 wherein I confess me much guilty, to deny so fair and excellent 
 ladies any thing. But let your fair eyes and gentle wishes, go 
 with me to my trial : wherein if I be foiled, there is but one 
 shamed, that was never gracious ; if killed, but one dead that is; 
 willing to be so. I shall do my friends no wrong, for I have 
 
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COMIC AND AMUSING. 353 
 
 none to lanrient me ; the world no injury, for in it I have noth- 
 ing ; only in the world I fill up a place, which may be better 
 supplied, when T have made it empty. 
 
 Ros^ The little strength that I have, I would it were with 
 you. 
 
 Get And mine, to eke out hers. 
 
 Ros. Fare you well. Pray heaven I be deceived in you ! 
 
 Cel. Your heart's desires be with you ! 
 
 Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that is so desirous 
 to lie with his mother earth ? 
 
 Orla. Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a more modest 
 working. 
 
 Duke F, You shall try but one fall. 
 
 Cha. No, I warrant your grace ; you shall not entreat him 
 to a second, that have so mightily persuaded him from a first. 
 
 Orla, You mean to mock me after ; you should not have 
 mocked me before : but come your ways. 
 
 Ros. Now, Hercules be thy speed, young man ! 
 
 Ceh I would 1 were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by 
 the leg. [Charles and Orlando wrestle.) 
 
 Ros, O, excellent young man ! 
 
 Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who 
 should down. [Charles is thrown. — Shout.) 
 
 Duke F. No more, no more. 
 
 Orla. Yes, I beseech your grace. I am not yet well 
 breathed. 
 
 Duke F. How dost thou, Charles ? 
 
 Le Beau. He cannot speak, my lord. 
 
 Duke F. Bear him away. (Charles is home out.) What 
 is thy name, young man ? 
 
 Orla. Orlando, my liege ; the youngest son of Sir Row- 
 land de Bois. 
 
 Duke F. Thou art a brave, a gallant youth ; farewell ! 
 (Exit.) 
 
 Cel. Sir, you have well deserved ; 
 If you do keep your promises in love, 
 But justly, as you have exceeded promise, 
 Your mistress shall be happy. 
 
 Ros. Gentleman, (giving him a chain from her neck,) 
 Wear this for me — one out of suits with fortune. 
 Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown 
 More than your enemies. Farewell. (Exeunt Rosalind and 
 Celia.) 
 
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354 EHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Orla, What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue ? 
 O, poor Orlando ! thou art overthrown ; 
 Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee. (Exit.) 
 
 XXIV.— FROM THE SCHOOL FOR SCA^^DAL.— Sheridan. 
 
 SIR OLIVER CHARLES — CARELESS ROWLEY MOSES. 
 
 [Note. — Sir Oliver has just returned to his native land, after a long 
 absence in the East Indies. His nephew, Charles, for whom he has 
 cherished the warmest affection, but who is represented to him as a 
 profligate, unprincipled young man, is unacquainted with the circum- 
 stance of his arrival. Sir Oliver determines, therefore, on the suggestion 
 of Rowley, an old attached steward of Charles's deceased father, to as- 
 sume the disguise of a broker, Mr. Premium, and, in company with 
 Moses, a Jew — " who wash this very evening to bring him a gentle- 
 mans from the city, to advance him moneyshs, who doesh not know 
 him" — to ascertain the facts for himself. The selection is full of wit, 
 and presents a striking picture of some of the strange inconsistencies, 
 follies, and virtues of the human character.] 
 
 Scene 1. — Parlor in Charles' House. 
 
 (Enter Charles, Moses, and Sir Oliver, as Premium.) 
 Moses, This, sir, is Mr. Premium, a gentleman of the 
 strictest honor and secrecy, who always performs what he un- 
 dertakes ; and, Mr. Premium, this is 
 
 Charley. Pshaw, pshaw, hold your tongue, Moses. Sir, my 
 friend Moses is a very honest fellow, but a little slow at express- 
 ing himself; he'll be an hour giving us our titles ; and, Mr. Pre- 
 mium, the plain state of the matter is this : I am an extrava- 
 gant young fellow, that wants to borrow money, for which I am 
 blockhead enough to give fifty per cent.^ rather than not have 
 it. You, I presume, are a prudent old fellow, who has got 
 money to lend, and are rogue enough to take a hundred, if you 
 can get it. Now, sir, you see we are acquainted at once, and 
 may proceed to business without further ceremony. 
 
 Sir Oliver. Exceeding frank, upon my word : I see you 
 are not a man of many compliments. 
 
 Char. O no, sir ; plain dealing in business, I always think 
 best. 
 
 Sir O. Sir, I like you the better for it ; however, you aie 
 mistaken in one thing. I have no money to lend. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 355 
 
 Char. No ! 
 
 Sir O. But believe I could have some of a friend ; but then, 
 he is a unconscionable dog, isn't he, Moses ? And must sell 
 stock to accommodate you, mustn't he, Moses 1 
 
 Mos, Yesh, indeed — you know I always speak the truth, and 
 scorn to tell a lie.^ 
 
 Char, So most people that speak truth generally do.^— 
 But these are trifles, master Premium ; I know money is not to 
 be had without paying for it. 
 
 Sir O. But what security can you give me — you have no 
 land, I suppose 1 
 
 Char. Not a molehill, nor a twig but what's in beau-pots 
 out at the windows. 
 
 Sir O, Nor any stock, I presume ? 
 
 Char. Nothing but live stock, and that's only a few ponies 
 and pointers. But pray, Mr. Premium, are you acquainted 
 with any of my connections ? 
 
 Sir O. Why, to say truth, I am. 
 
 Char. Why then, you must know that I have a fine old 
 rich uncle in the East Indies, Sir Oliver Surface, from whom I 
 have great expectations. 
 
 Sir O. That you have a wealthy uncle, I have heard ; but 
 how far your expectations will turn out, is more, I believe, than 
 you can tell. 
 
 Char. O no ; that T am a prodigious favorite, there can be 
 no doubt : he talks of leaving me every thing. 
 
 Sir O. Indeed ! This is the first I have heard of it. 
 
 Char. Yes, yes, 'tis just so ; Moses knows 'tis true ; don't 
 you, Moses ? 
 
 Mos. O yesh, I will shwear it. 
 
 Sir O. (Aside.) Egad ! they'll persuade me that I am at 
 Bengal, presently. 
 
 Char. Now, I propose if it's agreeable to you, to grant you a 
 post obit on Sir Oliver's life ; though at the same time the old 
 gentleman has been so liberal to me, that I should be very sorry 
 to hear any thing had happened him. 
 
 Sir O. Not mort than I should, I assure you ; but the bond 
 you mention happens to be just the worst security you could 
 offer me, for I might live to a hundred, and never recover the 
 principal. 
 
 Char, Yes, yes, you would ; for the moment Sir Oliver dies, 
 you would come on me for the money. 
 
356 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Sir 0. Then, I believe, I should be the most unwelcome 
 dun you ever had in your life. 
 
 Char, What ! you are afraid Sir Oliver is too good a life ? 
 
 Sir O. No, no, indeed I am not ; though I have heard he 
 is as remarkably hale and healthy as any man of his years, in 
 Christendom. 
 
 Char. There again you are misinformed. No, no, the climate 
 has hurt him considerably. Poor uncle Oliver ! Yes, he breaks 
 apace, I am told, and is so much altered lately, that his nearest 
 relations don't know him. 
 
 Sir O. His nearest relations don't know him ! That's droll, 
 that's very droll ; ha, ha, ha. 
 
 Char. Ha, ha, ha ; you're glad to hear that, little Premium. 
 
 Sir O. No, no, 1 am not. 
 
 Char. Yes, yes, you are ; that mends your chance, you 
 know. 
 
 Sir O. But I am told Sir Oliver is coming over ; nay, some 
 say he is actually arrived. 
 
 Char. Pshaw ; sure I must know better than you, whether 
 he's come or not ; no, no, depend on't he is this very moment 
 at Calcutta : isn't he, Moses ? 
 
 Mos. Yesh, certainly. 
 
 Sir O. Why, true, as you say, you must know better than 
 I ; though I had it from very good authority ; hadn't I, Moses ? 
 
 Mos. Yesh, most undoubted. 
 
 Sir O. But, sir, as I understand you want a ^e\w hundreds 
 immediately, is there nothing you would dispose of ? For in- 
 stance now, 1 have heard that your father left you a large quan- 
 tity of massy old plate. 
 
 Char. O lud ! that's gone long ago ; Moses can tell how, 
 better than I. 
 
 Sir O. Goodlack, all the family race-cups and corporation 
 bowls ! Then it was also supposed his library was one of the 
 most valuable and complete in the kingdom. 
 
 Char. Yes, yes, so it was, by far too much so for a private 
 gentleman. For my part, I was always of a communicative 
 disposition — so I thought it a shame to keep so much knowledge 
 to myself. 
 
 Sir O. Mercy on me ! Learning that had run in the family 
 like an heir-loom ! Pray, what are become of the books ? 
 
 Char. You must inquire of the auctioneer, master Premium, 
 for I don't believe even Moses can direct vou there. 
 
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COMIC AND AMUSING. 357 
 
 Mos» I never meddle with books — except the book of in- 
 terest. 
 
 Sir O. So, so ; nothing of the family property left, I sup- 
 pose 1 
 
 Char, Not much, indeed, unless you have a mind to the 
 family pictures. I have got a room full of ancestors above, and 
 if you have a taste for old paintings, egad, you shall have them 
 at a bargain. 
 
 Sir O. Old paintings ! sure you wouldn't sell your forefa- 
 thers, would you ? " 
 
 Char. Every man of them, to the best bidder. 
 
 Sir O. What, your great uncles and aunts ! 
 
 Char. Yes, and my grandfathers and grandmothers too. 
 
 Sir O. Why, what the plague ! Have you no bowels for 
 your kindred ? Odsiife, do you take me for old Shylock in the 
 play, that you'd raise money of me on your own flesh and 
 blood ! 
 
 Char. Nay, my little broker, don't be angry ; what need 
 you care if you have your money's worth. 
 
 Sir O. Well, I'll be the purchaser ; I think I can dispose of 
 the family canvass. — O, I'll never forgive him this — never ! — 
 (Aside.) 
 
 {Enter Careless.) 
 
 Careless. Come, Charles, what keeps you ? 
 
 Char. I can't come yet ; we are going to have a sale above ; 
 here's little Premium will buy all my ancestors. 
 
 Care. O, burn your ancestors. 
 
 Char. No, no ; he may do that afterwards, if he pleases. 
 Stay, Careless, we want you — egad, you shall be auctioneer ; so 
 come along with us. 
 
 Care. Have with you, if that's the case ; believe me, I can 
 handle a hammer as well as a dice-box. 
 
 Sir O. O the profligate ! {Aside.) 
 
 Char. Come, Moses, you shall be appraiser, if we want one ; 
 how's this, little Premium, you don't seem to like the business ? 
 
 Sir O. O, yes I do, vastly ; ha, ha, ha ; yes, faith, I think 
 it a very good jest to <;ell one's family by auction ; ha, ha, ha. 
 — O the prodigal ! {Aside.)\ 
 
 Char. To be sure, when a man wants money, where the 
 plague should he get assistance, if he can't make free with his 
 own relations. {Exeunt.) 
 
358 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Scene 2. — The Picture Room in Charles's House. 
 
 {Enter Charles, Sir Oliver , Careless, and Moses.) 
 
 Char, Walk in, pray ; walk in, gentlemen ; here they are ; 
 the fannily of the Surfaces, up to the conquest. 
 
 Sir O, Aye, and, in my opinion, a goodly collection. 
 
 Char, Aye, aye, they are in the true spirit of portrait 
 painting ; no volunteer grace or expression ; not like the works 
 of your modern Raphael, who gives you the strongest resem- 
 blance, yet contrives to make your own portrait independent of 
 you ; so that you may sink the original, and not hurt the pic- 
 tures. No, no, the merit of these is, the inveterate Hkeness ; 
 all stiff and awkward as the originals, and like nothing else in 
 human nature besides. 
 
 Sir O. Oh, we shall never see such figures of men again ! 
 
 Char. I hope not. Well, you see, master Premium, what 
 a domestic character I am ; here I sit of an evening, surrounded 
 by my family. But come ; eh, Careless, what, what in the name 
 of my ancestors, shall we do for a pulpit for you 1 Oh, zounds ! 
 here's {draws on a chair) an old gouty chair of my grand- 
 father's, will answer the purpose. 
 
 Care. Aye, this will do. But what shall I do for a ham- 
 mer? What's an auctioneer good for, without his hammer? 
 
 Char. A hammer ? let me see — what the plague have we 
 here ? {Takes scroll from settee.) Richard, son of Gilbert, son 
 to Ralpho — our genealogy in full — you shall have no common 
 piece of mahogony, my boy ; here's the family tree for a ham- 
 mer, and now you may knock down my ancestors with their 
 own pedigree. 
 
 Sir O. What an unnatural rogue ! {Aside.) 
 
 Car, Yes, yes, here's a list of your family indeed ; faith, 
 Charles, this is the most convenient thing you could have found 
 for the business, for it will serve not only for a hammer, but a 
 catalogue into the bargain. Going, a going, a going, once, twice, 
 thrice — gone. 
 
 Char. Bravo, Careless ! — ha, ha, ha ; well, here's my 
 great uncle. Sir Richard Ravelin, a marvelous good general in 
 his day, I assure you; he served in all the duke of Marlbo- 
 rough's wars, and got that cut over his eye in the battle of 
 Malplaquet. What say you, Mr. Premium ? look at him ; 
 there he is ; not cut out of his feathers, as your modern clipped 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 359 
 
 captains are, but enveloped in wig and regimentals, as a general 
 should ; what do you bid for him ? 
 
 Sir O. Bid him speak. (Aside to Moses.) 
 
 Mos. Master Premium would have you speak. 
 
 Char. Come, then, he shall have him for ten pounds ; and, I 
 am sure, that is not dear for a staff officer. 
 
 Sir O, O, conscience defend me ! his famous uncle. Sir 
 Richard, for ten pounds ! {Aside.) Very well, sir, I take 
 him at that. 
 
 Char. Careless, knock down my uncle Richard. Here's 
 a maiden sister of his, my great aunt Deborah, done by Kneller, 
 in his best manner, and a very formidable likeness. There she 
 is, you see, a sweet shepherdess, feeding her flock ; you shall 
 have her for five pounds ten, and the sheep are worth the 
 money. 
 
 Sir O. Oh, me ! poor Deborah ! a woma'n that set such a 
 value upon herself, for no more than five pounds ten. (Aside.) 
 She's mine. 
 
 Char. Knock down my aunt Deborah : here are two that 
 were a sort of cousins of hers — these you see, Moses, were pic- 
 tures done some time ago, when beaux wore wigs, and the ladies 
 wore their own hair. 
 
 Sir O. Yes, truly ; head dresses appear to have been a little 
 lower in those days. 
 
 Char, Well, take that couple for the same sum. 
 ■ Sir O, Very well, 1 take them. 
 
 Char. Careless, this now is a grandfather of my moth- 
 er's, a learned judge, and well known on the western circuit : 
 what do you rate him at, Moses ? , 
 
 Mos. Four guineas. 
 
 Char. Four guineas ! Why, zounds, you don't bid me 
 the price of his wig. Mr. Premium, you have more respect 
 for the woolsack ; do let us knock his lordship down at fifteen. 
 
 Sir O. By all means. 
 
 Char, Careless ! 
 
 Car. Gone, (Knocks Moses on the head.) 
 
 Mos. I an't no judge. 
 
 Char. Here are two brothers of his, William and Walter 
 Blunt, Esquires, both members of parliament, and noted speak- 
 ers ; and, what is very extraordinary, 1 believe this the first time 
 they were ever bought or sold. 
 
 Sir O, That is very extraordinary indeed ! come, I'll take 
 them at your price, for the honor of parliament. 
 
360 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Car. Well said, liule Premium ; I'll knock them down at 
 forty. 
 
 Sir O. Agreed. 
 
 Char. Here's a jolly fellow ; I don't know what relation, 
 but he was mayor of Bristol : take him for eight pounds. 
 
 Sir O. No ; six will do for the mayor. 
 
 Char. Six ? no, eight. 
 
 Sir O. No ; six is enough. 
 
 Char. Come, then, make them guineas, and I'll throw you 
 the two aldermen into the bargain. 
 
 Sir O. They are mine. 
 
 Mos. Mayor and aldermen going for eight pounds ! what 
 will become of the corporation ? 
 
 Char. Careless, knock down the mayor and aldermen. 
 But plague on it, master Premium, we shall be all day retailing 
 it in this manner; do let us deal wholesale; what say you? 
 give me three hundred, and take all that remain, each side, in 
 the lump. 
 
 Car. That will be the best way. 
 
 Sir O. Well, well, any thing to accommodate you ; they 
 are mine. But there's one portrait which you have always 
 passed over. 
 
 Car. What, that little ill-looking fellow, over the settee. 
 
 Sir O. Yes, sir, I mean that ; though I don't think him so 
 ill-looking a little fellow, by any means. 
 
 Char. What, that ? O, that's my uncle Oliver ; it was done 
 before he went to India. 
 
 Car. Your uncle Oliver ! egad, then you'll never be friends, 
 Charles ; that now, to me, is as stern a looking rogue as ever I 
 saw ; an unforgiving eye, and a most determined, disinheriting 
 countenance. Don't you think so, little Premium? 
 
 Sir O. Upon my word I do not : I think it is as honest a 
 looking face as any in the room, dead or alive ; but I suppose 
 your uncle Oliver goes with the rest of the lumber. 
 
 Char. No, hang it, I'll not part with poor Noll ; the old 
 fellow has been very good to me, and I'll keep his picture as long 
 as I have a room to put it in. 
 
 Sir O. (Aside.) The rogue is my nephew, after all. But, 
 sir, I have somehow taken a fancy to that picture. 
 
 Char. 1 am sorry for it, for you certainly will not have it. 
 Why, sir, haven't you enough of them ? 
 
 Sir O. I forgive him every thing. [Aside.) But, when I 
 
COMIC AND AMUSINCI. 361 
 
 take a whim in my head, I don't value money ; I'll give you as 
 much for that as for all the rest. 
 
 Char, Don't tease me, master broker ; I tell you, I'll not 
 part with him ; and there's an end on't. * 
 
 Sir O. How like his father the dog is ! {Aside,) Well, I 
 have done. (To Charles.) I did not perceive it before, but I 
 never saw such a resemblance. (Aside.) But come, let me 
 give you a draft for the sum ; there. (Gives him a bill.) 
 
 Char. Why, this is for eight hundred, master Premium, and 
 mine is only five. 
 
 Sir O. Then you'll not let Oliver go ? 
 
 Char. Zounds, no, I tell you once more. 
 
 Sir O, Then never mind the difference, we'll balance it 
 another time ; but give me your hand on the bargain ; you're 
 an honest fellow, Charles — odd, I beg pardon for being so free. 
 Your servant, your servant ; come along, Moses. (Going.) 
 
 Char, Whew, this is a whimsical old fellow. (Aside.) But 
 hark'ee, master Premium ; you'll take care and provide lodgings 
 for these gentlemen 1 
 
 Sir O. Yes, yes ; I'll send for them in a day or two. 
 
 Char. Aye, and pray, master Premium, do now send a gen- 
 teel conveyance for them ; for, I assure you, most of them 
 used to ride in their own coaches. 
 
 Sir O, Well, well, I will, for all but Oliver, 
 " Char. Aye, all but the little nabob. 
 . Sir O, You're fixed on that ? 
 i. Char. Peremptorily, peremptorily. 
 
 Sir O. A dear, extravagant rogue ! (Aside.) Come, Mo- 
 ses. Good day. (To Charles,) Let me hear, now, who calls 
 him profligate. (Aside. — Exit with Moses.) 
 
 Car. Why, this is the oddest genius of the sort I ever saw. 
 
 C]iar. Egad, he's the prince of brokers, I think ; I wonder 
 where Moses got acquainted with so honest a fellow. But hark, 
 here's Rowley ; do. Careless, say I'll join the company in a 
 moment. 
 
 Car. I will ; but don't let that old blockhead persuade you 
 to squander any of that money in old, musty debts, or any such 
 nonsense ; for tradesmen, Charles, are the most exorbitant 
 fellows — 
 
 Char. Very true : and paying them, is only encouraging 
 them. 
 
 Car. Nothing else. 
 
 Char, Aye, aye; never fear. (Exit Careless.) So, this 
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362 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 was an odd old fellow, indeed. Let me see ; two-thirds of this 
 is mine by right ; five hundred and thirty odd. Truly, I find 
 one's ancestors are more valuable relations than I took them 
 for. Ladies and gentlemen, your most obedient and very 
 grateful humble servant. (Enter Rotoley.) Ha, Rowley, you 
 are just come in time to take leave of your old acquaintance. 
 
 Rowley. Yes, I heard they were going ; but 1 wonder you 
 can have such spirits under so many distresses. 
 
 Char. Why, there's the point ; my distresses are so many, 
 that I can't afford to part with my spirits ; but I shall be rich 
 and splenetic all in good time. However, I suppose you are 
 surprised I am not more sorrowful at parting with so many 
 near relations. To be sure, 'tis very affecting, but, hang 'em, 
 they never move a muscle ; so why should I ? 
 
 Row. There is no making you serious a moment. 
 
 Char. Yes, faith, I am so now. Here, my honest Rowley, 
 get me this (gives a bill) changed directly, and carry a hun- 
 dred pounds of it to old Stanley, immediately. 
 
 Row. A hundred pounds ! consider, only — 
 
 Char. Zounds, man, don't talk about it ; poor Stanley's 
 wants are pressing, and, if you don't make better haste, we 
 shall have some one call that has a better right to the money. 
 
 Row. Ah ! there's the point ; I shall never cease dunning 
 you with the old proverb — 
 
 Char. Be just before you are generous, hey? Why, so I 
 would, if I could ; but justice is an old, lame, hobbling beldam, 
 and I can't get her to keep pace with generosity for the soul 
 of me. 
 
 Row. Yet, Charles, believe me, one hour's reflection — 
 
 Char. Aye, aye, it's very true ; but hark'ee, Rowle}^ while 
 I have, I'll give ; so silence your economy, and haste to Stan- 
 ley with the cash. {Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 3. — Chamber in Charles's House. 
 
 (Enter Sir Oliver and Moses.) 
 Mos. Well, sir, as Sir Peter says, you have seen maisther 
 Charles in all his glory ; tis great pity he is so extravagant. 
 Sir O. True, but the rogue would not sell my picture. 
 Mos. And loves play and M'ine so much. 
 Sir O, But he would not sell my picture. 
 Mos, And games so deep. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 363 
 
 Sir O. But he would not sell my picture. {Enter Rowley.) 
 O, here's Rowley ! 
 
 Row. O, Sir Oliver ! I find you have made a purchase. 
 
 Sir O. Yes, our young rake has parted with his ancestors, 
 like old tapestry. 
 
 Row. And here has he commissioned me to re-deliver you 
 part of the money ; 1 mean in your necessitous character, you 
 know, of his poor relation, old Stanley. 
 
 Mos, Aye, there's the pity of all ; he's so monstrously 
 charitable. 
 
 Sir O. Well, well, I'll pay his debts, and his benevolence 
 too ; odds my life, I am not sorry he has run out of the course 
 a little. For my part, I hate to see prudence clinging to the 
 green suckers of youth ; 'tis like ivy round a saphng, and spoils 
 the growth of the tree. 
 
 Row. I rejoice, Sir Oliver. You will find in this gay, 
 thoughtless, but generous young man, a being who, in the midst 
 of folly and dissipation, has, as our immortal bard expresses it — 
 
 A tear for pity, 
 
 And a hand open as day 
 For melting charity. 
 
 XXV.— FROM THE BLIND GIRL.— Anonymous. 
 
 VICEROY OF PERU DON VALENTIA, A SPANISH NOBLEMAN 
 
 LUPOSO, HIS CONFIDANT BONITO, A VIRTUOUS CITIZEN FRED- 
 
 ERICK, A SHIPWRECKED STRANGER CLARA BONITO, THE BLIND 
 
 GIRL. 
 
 Scene 1.— A Street in the City. 
 
 Frederick. 'Tis now the second day since I have wandered 
 without food on this inhospitable shore, and what awaits me in 
 this splendid city, is known only to Omniscience. But I can 
 meet the worst, and come what will — {Cry of distress without.) 
 Hark ! though I would not draw my sword to save this wretched 
 life, yet while it lasts, the wretched shall not sue to me in vain. 
 {Exit. — Clashing of swords is heard.) 
 
 {Re-enter Frederick, leading Clara.) 
 
 Fred. Be composed, you are safe. I will protect you with 
 my life. 
 
364 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Clara, Who are you ? 
 
 Fred, A stranger in this city. 
 
 Clara, O, I fear — perhaps you belong to that wicked man 
 who has just torn me from my home. 
 
 Fred, Convince yourself. Let me remove this bandage 
 from your eyes. 
 
 Clara, O, I cannot see you ! I am blind I torn from my 
 father ! abandoned to despair ! 
 
 Fred. What interesting innocence ! [Aside.) 
 
 Clara. If you are good, then lead me to my father ; he 
 lives in the Plaza d'Almagro. 
 
 Fred, Fair creature, I am a stranger. Shipwrecked on 
 your coast, with difficulty have I reached your city. But, let 
 me ask, how came such innocence in so much danger ? 
 
 Clara. Generous man, I will inform you. To-day, as I 
 was sitting with my harp and singing to the virgin for protection, 
 I heard a loud, alarming whispering, and instantly some stran- 
 gers rushed into my room, and forced me off; and 'twas from 
 these you rescued me. But I hear footsteps — 'tis my father's 
 tread. Father ! father ! 
 
 {Enter Bonito.) 
 
 Bonito. Clara! Clara! 
 
 Clara, This generous man is my deliverer. 
 
 Bon, He has a father's thanks, a father's grateful tears. 
 You seem a stranger, sir, and in distress. 
 
 Fred, I am from England, sir. The healing art has been 
 my arduous study ; and to extend my knowledge, I was led to 
 explore these distant regions. Shipwreck has landed me upon 
 your coast. 
 
 Bon, Your distress commands our hospitality, had not your 
 valor earned more than we can ever pay. The little I possess, 
 command. Would it were more. (Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 2. — Another part of the City. 
 
 Valentia, Lost to me and restored to her father, and by a 
 single stranger. Idiots ! cowards ! — Welcome, Luposo. 
 
 Luposo, By my soul, Don Valentia, your anger is as ridicu- 
 lous as your love. Give up the pursuit. 
 
 Val, What, be foiled and made a butt for you to shoot your 
 jests at. 
 
 Lup, Come, come, what will you say to me, if by merely 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 
 
 365 
 
 lending Bonito a little money, I could contrive to place both 
 father and daugliter in your power. 
 
 Val. I would worship you. But here he comes ! let us 
 avoid him. 
 
 Lup. And so confirm his suspicions. No, boldly deny the 
 fact. Make him your friend. 
 
 Val But how ? 
 
 Lup. You know he's poor almost to beggary, and that he 
 holds me in the highest estimation. 
 
 Val. What then ? 
 
 Lup, Only assent to what I shall propose. But hush. 
 (Enter Bonito.) 
 
 Bon. So, viper, ruffian, libertine ! 
 
 Lup. How dare you thus address a lord of Spain ? Consider 
 that a knight has many privileges. 
 
 Bon. So has a father, and — 
 
 Val. To the point, good Siguier ; with what crime do you 
 charge me ? 
 
 Bon. With an act which in your language is but being well 
 with a fine girl, and laughing at an old man's agonies ; but in 
 the language of human nature, is the crime of devoting inno- 
 cence to perdition, and tearing from a doating father the crutch 
 on which his old age rested. Did you not force my blind child 
 from these withered arms ? 
 
 Val. No — nor should I thus tamely bear your taunts, but, 
 that even now I have heard of your wrongs, and pity you. I 
 came here your friend. I came here to prove myself — but no 
 matter ; come, Luposo. 
 
 Bon. Nay, sta)'-. I am as unwilling to inflict, as sufferin- 
 jury. Could I but believe you innocent. 
 
 Lup. Shame, Bonito ! You will blush to learn that Don 
 Valentia and myself, having a thousand crowns now idle, were 
 absolutely coming to place them in your hands, for your own 
 benefit. 
 
 Bon. Is it possible ! 
 
 Lup. And we will do it. Don Valentia, I insist that one 
 condition of his bond to us must be, that he make repayment 
 only when we both demand it. Do you mark ? 
 
 Val. With all my heart. 
 
 Bon. Now you are secured. This generous loan will pre- 
 serve my old age from misery, and help me to provide for my 
 poor child. Farewell. (Exit.) 
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366 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 VaL I long to be initiated into the mystery of your scheme, 
 Luposo. 
 
 Lwp, I will explain it at our leisure. Let us now retire. 
 (^Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 3.— A Room in Bonito's House. 
 
 {Enter Frederick, leading Clara^ loho carries in her hand a rose.) 
 
 Clara, If this flower be as rich in beauty as in fragrance, 
 why do we not live in gardens ? None but the blind, methinks, 
 should be immured in houses. When my father was in pros- 
 perity, he gave me pearls to wear, but they did not smell like 
 this rose. Now, Frederick, pray tell me what in the world you 
 think most handsome ? 
 
 Fred. Yourself. 
 
 Clara. Yes, I'm sure I'm handsome. 
 
 Fred. Indeed ! how do you know that ? 
 
 Clara. Because I know I do not repine at the will of heaven ; 
 because I love my father and feel grateful to you ; and I know 
 you are handsome, because you are brave and generous. Ah ! 
 i fear you are laughing at me ; but surely, Frederick, virtue 
 must be always lovely. But you promised to tell me of the 
 wondrous waters you have passed. 
 
 Fred. Here comes your father. 
 
 Clara. Then FU go to work. (He takes her hand, to had 
 her.) Would you lead me, if I had living eyes ? 
 
 Fred. You would not then need my assistance. 
 
 Clara. Indeed, then even blindness has its happiness. {Sits 
 at a table, working.) 
 
 (Enter Bonito,) 
 
 Fred. I am glad to see you look so cheerful. 
 
 Bon. I ought to be so. I have now the means to make us 
 happy. 
 
 Fred. Bonito, I have something of importance to impart. I 
 mean not to offend you when I say the arts in England have 
 attained a perfection here unknown. Tell me, was Clara born 
 thus bHnd ? 
 
 Bon. No, she lost her sight in infancy. 
 
 Fred. Then mark me : I have examined her malady, and 
 think her sight may be restored. 
 
 Clara. (Shrieking.) Ah ! where are you, Frederick ? 
 
 Fred, Here, Clara. (Taking hsr hand.) 
 
 Clara, (Falling on her knees. ) What did I hear ? 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 367 
 
 Fred. Nothing, sweet girl. 
 
 Clara. Do not say so. Do not make me blind again. {Ris- 
 ing. ) Father, did he not say my sight may be restored ? Tell 
 me — he did- — I'm sure he did — {putting her hand to his heart) 
 — your kind heart leaps for joy. Is there a hope 1 O, Fred- 
 erick, be it ever so feeble, only say thgre is hope. 
 
 Fred. 'J 'here is, 
 
 Clara, O, shall I see the light of heaven ? Shall I behold 
 my father's face ? Shall I behold you ? 
 
 Fred. Clara, I can only say, 'tis possible. 
 
 Clara. O, thank you ; I am satisfied. 
 
 Fred. And are you willing, Clara, to endure the agony I 
 must inflict ? 
 
 Clara. Talk not of pain. With what length of torments 
 would I not purchase one short hour of light. You shall see 
 me smile, and kiss the hand that gives the wound. 
 
 Fred. And should I fail ? 
 
 Clara. Why, then, I should be blind as I am now ; but the 
 consoling thought, that the best of men has exerted all human 
 means for my relief, will teach me resignation. 
 
 Bon. My dear child, you are faint ; go into the air. 
 
 Fred. Do, sweet Clara, and prepare your mind. 
 
 Clara. 1 am prepared. 
 
 Fred. Be not impatient. My agitation renders me unfit at 
 present : you know not what passes in my heart ! 
 
 Clara. How should I ? My father says the eye is the tongue 
 of the heart. Give me my eyes, Frederick, and see with what 
 joy they will commune with yours ! (Exeunt.) 
 (Enter Don Valeniia.) 
 
 Val. How ! Luposo sailed for Europe, without returning me 
 the money ! and Clara's sight restored too, by the stranger ! 
 'Twere vain to chase Luposo. I'll to Bonito's. Now let him 
 comply with my demands, or take the consequence. 
 (Enter Bonilo and Frederick.) 
 
 Bon. Don Valentia, I am honored by the interest you take 
 in my child's happiness. Gratitude, I am sure, she will feel ; 
 but the affections of her heart are disposed of. 
 
 Val. To whom ? 
 
 Bon. Even to this generous youth. 
 
 Val. Bonito, she must be mine. I'll give her provinces. 
 
 Bon. He has given her a world. 
 
 Val. I will bestow on her the richest gems of earth. 
 
 Bon. He has shown her the glittering stars of heaven. . 
 
368 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 VaL Are you so negligent of wealth? 
 
 Bon. No — most provident ; for my wealth is Clara's hap- 
 piness. And such a miser am I, that no human power can in- 
 duce me to part with the least atom of it. 
 
 Fred, My good friend, and you, Don Valentia, listen to me. 
 Though I adore the lovely Clara, yet believe me, I will never 
 call her mine, unless her eye confirm the choice of her imagina- 
 tion. I fear she has bestowed on me her gratitude, not love. 
 Would I could appear before her as a stranger. 
 
 VaL That may be done. Suppose her father calls me 
 Frederick, you Valentia. 
 
 Fred. I agree. Dear Bonito, let it be so. 
 
 Bon. If you insist on it. I mean even now to lead her to 
 the garden, when, for the first time, this world of beauty will 
 burst upon her. Pray, retire a moment. (Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 4. — A Garden. 
 
 {Bonito and Clara discovered.) 
 
 Clara. O ! I could gaze forever. My father, I am giddy 
 with delight. Yet I weep, and my tears put out my eyes again. 
 But where is Frederick ? 
 
 Bon. Here he comes, with Don Valentia. O, may her 
 heart guide her eye to the real Frederick. (Aside.) 
 {Enter Valentia and Frederick, on opposite sides. Valentia 
 
 gazes on her ; she runs towards him^ but stops and averts her 
 
 eyes.) 
 
 Clara. I dare not look at him. His eyes fill me with alarm. 
 O how unlike the softness of his voice. {Looks again.) And 
 his clothes shine so, my weak eyes cannot bear it. — {Turning 
 from him, she sees Frederick.) — My father, who is that ? 
 
 Bon. Don Valentia. 
 
 Clara. Indeed ! Why does not Frederick look as he does ? 
 
 Bon. Don Valentia wishes to be your lover. 
 
 Clara. Does he ? No, no, 1 will be grateful. Here, Fred- 
 erick, here is my hand. ( Going to Valentia, mournfully.) 
 
 Val. Confusion ! — ( Walks up the stage.) 
 
 Clara. Ah! that voice : I know it not. (Turning to the 
 real Frederick.) — Speak ! 
 
 Fred. Clara ! 
 
 Clara. Ah ! that is Frederick's voice. But I'll close my 
 eyes, and then I shall be sure. Are you glad to see me ? 
 
 Fred. Yes, my dear Clara. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 369 
 
 Clara* My own dear Frederick ! O let me kneel and wor- 
 ship you. Father, Frederick is handsomer than you ; and how 
 beautiful his dress. But why is Don Valentia dressed so bright ? 
 Has he done wrong ? Is he compelled to wear it for a punish- 
 ment ? 
 
 Yal. Ami then your sport ? — 'Tis well — this is gratitude ! 
 
 Bon, Do me no wrong, sir. Is gratitude due for the mock- 
 ery of assisting me with money, and the next hour withdrawing it? 
 
 Yal, I do not understand you. 
 ^ Bon, It is in vain to deny that you sent Luposo to me, who 
 brought you back the money you deposited with me. 
 
 Yal. Upon my honor he did not. 
 
 Bon, Sir, you make me your sport. You will credit the 
 evidence of your eyes. Here's my bond, which he returned. 
 (Shows a sealed paper.) 
 
 Yal. No, here is your bond. 
 
 Bo7i. (Breaks the seal of his paper, and finds it a blank.) 
 Ruin ! Ruin ! Then Luposo is — 
 
 Yal. A villain, and has fled to Europe. But if you have 
 been his dupe, I must not suffer for your folly. Therefore, in- 
 stantly refund the money. 
 
 Bon. You know it is impossible ! 
 
 Yal. Then redeem it by placing your daughter in my power. 
 
 Bon, Villain, no ! 
 
 Yal. Indeed. Then try what effect the prison walls will 
 have. (Calls.) What, ho ! {Enter an ofiicer.) Arrest 
 Signior Bonito. {They seize him.) 
 
 Clara. O do not harm my father. I'll not laugh at you. I 
 will not say I hate to see you, though I do ever so much. ! 
 save him ! 
 
 Yal. You may. 
 
 Clara. How ? 
 
 Yal. By being mine. 
 
 Clara. Never, wretch ! 
 
 Yal. In prison you will have time for reflection. {Exit.) 
 
 Fred. Abandoned villain. 
 
 Bon. And hast thou gained thy sight, only to behold thy 
 father in prison ! 
 
 Clara. Do not despond. Rather bless heaven that this 
 misfortune did not reach you till it restored my sight ; now I 
 can learn to work, and Frederick and I will live with you. 
 Bon. O my children, farewell ! 
 Fred, and Clara. We will go to the viceroy ; he is benevo. 
 
370 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 lent. We will beseech him to restore our father. In the mean 
 time, do not, do not despair. {Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 5. — Hall of Justice. 
 
 Viceroy, {Takes Ms seat.) Who is the accuser ? 
 
 Val, {Haughtily.) I am. 
 
 Vice. Come hither. {Takes off Valentia^s hat, and throws 
 it away.) Now proceed. 
 
 Val. Briefly, then : Luposo and myself, to help Bonito, lent 
 him a thousand crowns, on the express condition that repay- 
 ment should be only made in the presence of us both. 
 
 Vice. Very well, what then ? 
 
 Val. Which he has violated, by paying the money to Lu- 
 poso, who has fled with it to Europe. 
 
 Vice. {To Bonito.) What answer do you make ? 
 
 Bon. All this is strictly true. I was deceived. I ask for 
 mercy. 
 
 Vice. Which cannot be granted, at the expense of justice. 
 Don Valentia, this is a hard case ; you must not press it. 
 
 Val. Be the odium on my head. What is your decree ? 
 
 Vice. That Signior Bonito pay the money, when legally de- 
 manded, or remain prisoner for life. 
 
 Val. I now demand it. So away with him. 
 
 Vice. Not so fast, young man. I said, when legally de- 
 manded. Now mark : according to the bond, he can only pay 
 the money when both the lenders are present. You must there- 
 fore produce Luposo, before you can demand it. And, 'till that 
 is done, worthy Bonito, you are free. Valentia, quit my pres- 
 ence. 
 
 Clara. O, my father ! 
 
 Fred. My Clara ! 
 
 Vice. Be happy. And, to show that I rejoice with you, I 
 promise Clara, on her wedding day, what villainy would now 
 have basely wrung from her poor father. {Exeunt.) 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 
 
 371 
 
 XXVI.— FROM A CURE FOR THE HEART ACHE.— Morton. 
 
 VORTEX YOUNG RAPID — OLD RAPID BRONZE LANDLORD 
 
 WAITER SERVANT MISS VORTEX. 
 
 Old Rapid.— Wtfs tion't ^ou ftnts|) tfje joi) !— to!)£ ^on't sou 1 
 Scene 1. — A Room in an Inn. 
 
 Waiter. (Without.) Coming, sir ! 
 
 Young Rapid. ( Without.) Zounds, why don't you come ? 
 Why don't all of you come, eh 1 
 
 (Enter Waiter, with luggage, meeting Bronze.) 
 
 Bronze. Waiter, who are these people ? 
 
 Waiter. I don't know, Mr. Bronze. The young one seems 
 a queer one ; he jumped out of the mail, ran into the kitchen, 
 whipped the turnspit into a gallop, and bade him keep moving ; 
 and though not a minute in the house, he had been in every 
 room, from the garret to the cellar. Father and son, I under- 
 stand. The name on the luggage, I see, is Rapid. 
 
 Bronze. Rapid ! (Aside.) Perhaps it is my old master, 
 the great tailor, and his harum-scarum son. I'll observe. 
 
 Waiter. Here he comes, full dash, and the old man trotting 
 after him, like a terrier. (Exeunt.) 
 
 (Enter Old and Young Rapid.) 
 
 y. Rap, Come along, dad — push on, my dear dad. Well, 
 here we are. Keep moving. 
 
372 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Old Rapid. Moving ! zounds, haven't I been moving all 
 night, in the mail coach, to please" you ? 
 
 Y. Rap. Mail ! famous thing, isn't it? Je up ! whip over 
 counties in a hop, step, and jump. Dash along ! 
 
 O. Rap. Odd rot such hurry scurry doings, I say. Here 
 have I ground my old bones all night in the mail, to be eight 
 hours before my appointment with Sir Hubert Stanley, and 
 here I must sit biting my fingers. 
 
 Y. Rap. Biting your fingers ! No, no, I'll find you some- 
 thing to do. Come, we'll keep moving ! {Takes his father by 
 the arm, who resists.) 
 
 {Enter Landlord.) 
 
 Landlord. Gentlemen, I beg leave — 
 
 Y. Rap. No prosing — to the point. 
 
 O. Rap. For shame ; don't interrupt the gentleman. 
 
 Y. Rap. Gently, dad — dash away, sir. 
 
 Land. A servant of Sir Hubert Stanley has been inquiring 
 for Mr. Rapid. 
 
 Y. Rap. Push on. 
 
 Land. And expects him at the castle. 
 
 Y. Rap. That v/ill do ; push off, brush, run ! {Exit Land- 
 lord., running.) That's the thing — keep moving. I say, dad ! 
 
 O. Rap. What do you say, Neddy ? 
 
 y. Rap. Neddy ! Neddy ! don't call me Neddy. I hate 
 to be called Neddy. 
 
 O. Rap. Well, I won't. 
 
 Y. Rap. That's settled. I say, what's your business with 
 Sir Hubert ? — Some secret, eh ? 
 
 O. Rap. {Aside.) I won't tell you. Oh, no :— a bill he 
 owes me for making his clothes and liveries. 
 
 Y. Rap. Pugh ! he's a ready money man. I never made 
 a bill out for him in my life. It won't do. 
 
 O. Rap. Well, then, sit down, and I'll tell you. {They sit.) 
 Can you sit still a moment ? 
 
 Y. Rap. {Jutnping up.) To be sure I can — now tell me 
 briefly — briefly. [Sits again.) 
 
 O. Rap. {Aside.) Indeed, I will not. You must know — 
 
 Y. Rap. Ay— 
 
 O. Rap. You must know — 
 
 Y, Rap. Zounds ! you have said that twice — now don't 
 say it again. 
 
 O. Rap. Well, I won't. You must know — 'tis a very long 
 story. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 373 
 
 Y. Rap. (Rising.) Then I'll not trouble you. 
 
 O, Rap. (Aside.) I thought so. And pray, what might 
 induce you to come with me ? 
 
 Y. Rap. (Aside.) Won't tell him of Jessy. Oh, as we 
 had given up trade — left off stitching — you know my way — I 
 like to push on — change the scene, that's all — keep moving. 
 
 O. Rap. Moving! (Yawns.) Oh, my poor old bones! 
 Waiter, bring me a night gown. ( Waiter helps Mm on with a 
 night gown — he lays his coat on a chair.) 
 
 Y. Rap. What are you at, dad ? 
 
 O. Rap. Going to take a nap on yon sofa. 
 
 Y. Rap. A nap — pugh ! 
 
 O. Rap. Zounds ! I've no comfort of my life, with you. 
 " Y. Rap. Say no more. 
 
 O. Rap. But I will, though ; — hurry, hurry — odd rabbit it, 
 I never get a dinner that's half dressed ; and as for a comfort- 
 able sleep, I'm sure — 
 
 Y. Rap. You sleep so slow. 
 
 O. Rap. Sleep slow ! I'll sleep as slow as I please ; so, at 
 your peril, disturb me. Sleep slow, indeed ! (Yawning. — Exit.) 
 
 Y. Rap, Now to visit Jessy. Waiter ! (Enter Waiter.) 
 
 Waiter. Sar ! (With great quickness.) 
 
 Y. Rap. That's right — sir — short — you're a fine fellow. 
 
 Waiter. Yes, sar. 
 
 Y. Rap. Does farmer Oatland live hereabouts ? 
 
 Waiter. Yes, sar. 
 
 Y. Rap. How far ? 
 
 Waiter. Three miles. 
 
 Y. Rap. Which way ? 
 
 Waiter. West. 
 
 Y. Rap. That will do — get me a buggy. 
 
 Waiter. Yes, sar. (Exit.) 
 
 Y. Rap. Oh, if my old dad had left off business as some of 
 your flashy tailors do, I might have kept a curricle, and lived 
 like a man. Is the buggy ready? (Calls.) 
 
 Waiter. ( Without. ) No, sar. 
 
 Y. Rap. But to cut the shop with a paltry five thousand. 
 Is the buggy ready ? 
 
 Waiter. ( Without.) No, sar. 
 
 Y. Rap. Or to have dashed to Jessy, in a curricle. Is the 
 buggy ready ? 
 
 Waiter. ( Without.) No, sar. 
 
 Y. Rap. To have flanked along a pair of blood things, at 
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374 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 sixteen miles an hour. {Puis himself in Iheaitifude of driving, 
 and sits on the chair where Old Rapid left his coat — springs 
 from it again.) What the deuce is that ? Zounds! something 
 has run into my back. I'll bet a hundred, 'tis a needle in 
 father's pocket. Confound it ! what does he carry needles now 
 for ? {Searches the pocket.) Sure enough, here it is — one end 
 stuck into a letter, and the other into my back, I believe. Ah ! 
 eh! what's this? {Reads.) '«To Mr. Rapid— free— Hubert 
 Stanley." Ha, ha, ha ! here's dad's secret. Now for it ! 
 (Reads very quick. ) " Sir Hubert Stanley will expect to see 
 Mr. Rapid at the castle, and would be glad to extend the mort- 
 gage, which is now £50,000" — what's this ? {Reads again.) 
 " Extend the mortgage, which is now £50,000, to seventy." 
 Fifty thousand ! huzza ! 'tis so — my old dad worth fifty thou- 
 sand — perhaps seventy — perhaps — I'll — no — I'll — 
 {Enter Waiter.) 
 
 Waiter. The buggy's ready, sar. 
 
 Y. Rap. Dare to talk to me of a buggy, and I'll — 
 
 Waiter. Perhaps you would prefer a chaise and pair ? 
 
 Y. Rap. No, ril have a chaise and twelve. Abscond ! 
 {Exit Waiter.) 1 must, I must keep moving — I must travel 
 for improvement. First, I'll see the whole of my native coun- 
 try — its agriculture and manufactories. That, I think, will take 
 me full four days and a half. Next, I'll make the tour of Eu- 
 rope, which, to do properly, will, I dare say, employ three weeks 
 or a month. Then, returning, as completely versed in foreign 
 manners and languages as the best of them, I'll make a push 
 at high life. In the first circles, I'll keep moving. Fifty thou- 
 sand ! perhaps more — perhaps — oh ! 
 
 Waiter. { Without.) You can't come in. 
 
 Bronze. { Without.) I tell you, I will come in. 
 
 Y. Rap. Will come in ! — that's right — push on, whoever 
 you are. 
 
 {Enter Bronze.) 
 
 Bronze. I thought so. How do you do, Mr. Rapid ? 
 Don't you remember Bronze, your father's foreman, when you 
 were a boy ? 
 
 Y. Rap. Ah, Bronze ! how do you do. Bronze 1 — Any 
 thing to say, Bronze ? Keep moving. Do you know. Bronze, 
 by this letter 1 have discovered that my father is worth — how 
 much, think you ? 
 
 Bronze. Perhaps ten thousand. 
 
 Y, Rap, Push on. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. , 375 
 
 Bronze. Twenty. 
 
 y. Ra'p. Push on. 
 
 Bronte, Thirty. 
 
 Y, Rap, Keep moving. 
 
 Bronze. Forty. 
 
 Y, Rap, Fifty ; perhaps — sixty — seventy — oh ! I'll tell you. 
 
 He has lent 50,000 pounds, on mortgage, to an old baronet. 
 
 Bronze, Sir Hubert St 
 
 Y. Rap, [Stopping him.) I know his name as well as 
 you do. 
 
 Bronze. {Aside.) Here's news for my master ! Well, sir, 
 what do you mean to do ? 
 
 Y. Bap. Do ! push on — become a man of fashion, to be 
 sure. 
 
 Bronze. What would you say, if I were to get you intro- 
 duced to a nabob ? 
 
 Y. Rap. A nabob ! Oh ! some flash-in-the-pan chap. 
 
 Bronze. Oh, no I 
 
 Y, Rap. What, one of your real, genuine, neat-as-imported 
 nabobs ? 
 
 Bronze. Yes ; Mr. Vortex. Did you never hear of him ? 
 
 Y. Rap. To be sure I have. But will you ? 
 
 Bronze. Yes. 
 
 Y. Rap. Ah ! but will you do it directly ? 
 
 Bronze. I will. 
 
 Y. Rap. Then push off; stop — stop — I beg your pardon 
 — it cuts me to the heart to stop any man, because I wish every 
 body to keep moving. But won't dad's being a tailor, make an 
 objection ? 
 
 Bronze. No ; as you never went out with the pattern 
 books. 
 
 Y. Rap. (Sighing.) Oh ! yes I did. 
 
 Bronze. That's awkward. But you never operated? 
 
 Y. Rap. ( With melancholy.) What do you say ? 
 
 Bronze. I say ycu never — {describes in action, the act of 
 sewing. ) 
 
 Y. Rap. (Sighing deeper.) Oh ! yes I did. 
 
 Bronze. That's unlucky. 
 
 Y. Rap. Very melancholy, indeed ! 
 
 Bronze. I have it. Suppose I say you are merchants ? 
 
 Y, Rap. My dear fellow, sink the tailor, and I'll give you a 
 hundred. 
 
 Bronze. Will you ? thank you. 
 
376 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Y. Rap, Now push off. 
 
 Bronze. But don't be out of the way. 
 
 Y. Rap. Me ! bless you, I'm always in the way. 
 
 Bronte, Don't move. 
 
 Y. Rap. Yes, I must move a little — away you go — {push- 
 es Bronze off.) Huzzah ! now to awake old dad. (Exit^ and 
 returns with Old Rapid.) Come along, dad. 
 
 O. Rap. Yes, sir — yes, sir — I'll measure you directly — I'll 
 measure you directly. 
 
 Y. Rap. He's asleep. Awake ! 
 
 O. Rap. What's the matter, eh 1 what's the matter? 
 
 Y. Rap, What's the matter 1 I've found fifty thousand in 
 that letter. 
 
 O, Rap. Indeed ! {Opens the letter eagerly.) Ah ! Ned- 
 dy, have you found out — 
 
 Y, Rap. I have — that you are worth — how much ? 
 
 O. Rap. Why, since what's past — 
 
 Y, Rap, Never mind what's past. 
 
 O. Rap, I've been a fortunate man. My old partner used 
 to say, '• Ah ! you are lucky. Rapid. Your needle always sticks 
 in the right place." 
 
 Y. Rap. No, not always. {Shrugging.) But how much? 
 
 O. Rap. Why, as it must out, there are fifty thousand lent 
 on mortgage. Item, fifteen thousand in the consols — item — 
 
 Y. Rap, Never mind the items. The total, my dear dad, 
 the total. 
 
 O. Rap. What do you think of a plum ? 
 
 Y. Rap, A plum ! oh, sweet, agreeable, little, short word ! 
 
 O, Rap, Besides seven hundred and ninety — 
 
 Y, Rap. Never mind the odd money — that will do. But 
 how came you so rich, dad ? Hang me, you must have kept 
 moving. 
 
 O. Rap. Why, my father, forty years ago, left me five 
 thousand pounds ; which, at compound interest, if you multi- 
 
 ply— 
 
 Y, Rap. No ; you have multiplied it famously. It's my 
 business to reduce it. {Aside.) Now, my dear dad, in the 
 first place, never call me Neddy. 
 
 O, Rap. Why, what must I call you ? 
 
 Y. Rap, Ned— short — Ned. 
 
 O.Rap. Ned! oh, Ned! 
 
 Y, Rap. That will do. And in the next place, sink the 
 tailor. Whatever you do, sink the tailor, 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 377 
 
 O. Rap. Sink the tailor ! what do you mean ? 
 
 y. Rap. I've news for you. We are going to be introdu- 
 ced to Mr. Vortex, the rich nabob. 
 
 O. Rap. You don't say so ! Huzzah ! it will be the ma- 
 king of us. 
 
 Y. Rap. To be sure. Such fashion ! such style ! 
 
 O. Rap. Ay, and such a quantity of liveries, and — oh, dear 
 me. ( With great dejection.) 
 
 Y. Rap. What's the matter ? 
 
 O. Rap. {Sighing.) I forgot I had left off business. 
 
 Y. Rap. Business ! confound it ! Now, pray keep the 
 tailor under, will you ? I'll — I'll send an express to London. 
 (Runs to the table. ) 
 
 O. Rap. An express ! for what ? 
 
 Y. Rap. I don't know. 
 
 {Enter Waiter.) 
 
 Waiter. The bill of fare, gentlemen. 
 
 Y. Rap. Bring it here. {Reads.) "Turbots — salmon — 
 soles—haddock — beef — mutton — veal — lamb — pork — chickens 
 — ducks — turkeys — puddings — pies." Dress it all — that's the 
 short way. 
 
 Waiter. All ! 
 
 y. Rap. Every bit. 
 
 O. Rap. No, no, nonsense. The short way, indeed ! 
 Come here, sir. Let me see — {reads,) "um — um. Ribs of 
 beef." That's a good thing ; I'll have that. 
 
 Y. Rap. Whkt? 
 
 Waiter. Ribs of beef, sir. 
 
 Y. Rap. Are they the short ribs ? 
 
 Waiter. Yes, sir. 
 
 Y. Rap. That's right. 
 
 Waiter. What liquor would your honor like? 
 
 Y. Rap. {Jumping up.) Spruce beer. 
 
 Waiter. Very well, sir. 
 
 Y. Rap. I must have some clothes, 
 
 O. Rap. I'm sure, that's a very good coat. 
 
 Y. Rap. Waiter ! I must have a dashing coat, for the 
 nabob. Is there a rascally tailor any where near you ? 
 
 Waiter. Yes, sir; there are two close by. {They look 
 at each other.) 
 
 Y. Rap. Umph ! then tell one of them to send me some 
 clothes. 
 
 Waiter. Sir, he must take your measure. 
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378 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 O. Rap, To be sure he must. 
 
 Y. Rap. Oh, true ! I remember the fellows do measure 
 you somehow with long bits of — well, send for the scoundrel. 
 [ExU Waiter.) 
 
 O. Rap, Oh, for shame of yourself ! I've no patience. 
 
 Y. Rap. Like you the better; hate patience as much as 
 you do ; ha, ha ! must swagger a little. 
 
 O. Rap. Ah ! I'm too fond of you, I am, Ned. Take my 
 fortune, but only remember this — by the faith of a man, I came 
 by it honestly — and all 1 ask is, that it may go as it came. 
 
 Y. Rap. Certainly. But we must keep moving, you know ? 
 
 O. Rap, Well, I don't care if I do take a bit of a walk 
 with you. 
 
 Y. Rap. Bit of a walk ! hang it ! we'll have a gallop to- 
 gether. Come along, dad. Push on, dad. {Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 2. — A Room in an Inn. 
 
 (Enter Old Rapid, with a letter., and a Servant following.) 
 
 0. Rap. What ! a real letter from the real nabob ? Dear 
 me ! where is Neddy ? Make my humble duty to your mas- 
 ter ; proud to serve him — no — very proud to see him ; grateful 
 for the honor of his custom — no — no — for his company. I 
 wish you a pleasant walk home, sir. The nabob coming here 
 directly ! Oh, dear me ! where 's Neddy ? Waiter ! {Exit 
 Servant. — Enter Waiter.) Do you know where my boy is ? 
 
 Waiter. Not a minute ago I saw him fighting in a field 
 behind the house. 
 
 {Enter Young Rapid, his coat torn.) 
 
 O. Rap. Fighting ! oh dear ! where is he ? 
 
 Y. Rap. Here am I, dad. 
 
 O, Rap. What has been the matter 1 
 
 Y. Rap. Only a small rumpus ; went to peep at the castle ; 
 pushing home, the road had a bit of a circumbendibus ; hate 
 corners, so I jumped the hedge, cut right across — you know my 
 way — kept moving, up came a farmer, wanted to turn me back, 
 would not do, tustled a bit, carried my point, came straight as 
 an arrow. 
 
 0. Rap. Fy, fy ! but read that letter. 
 
 Y. Rap. What ! the nabob coming here directly, and I iir 
 this pickle ! Waiter ! are my clothes come home ? 
 
 Waiter. No, sir. 
 
 Y. Rap. Why, the fellow gave his word — 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 379 
 
 Waiter. Yes, sir ; but what can you expect from a tailor ? 
 (Exit.) 
 
 Y. Rap. That's very true. 
 
 O. Rap. Impudent rascal ! 
 
 Y. Rap. What the deuce shall I do ? The most important 
 moment of my life. 
 
 0. Rap. 'Tis unlucky. 
 
 Y. Rap. Unlucky ! 'tis perdition — annihilation — a misfor- 
 fortune that — 
 
 0. Rap. I can mend. 
 
 Y. Rap. How ? 
 
 0. Rap. By mending the coat. 
 
 F. Rap. An excellent thought. Come, help me off — quick, 
 quick. 
 
 O. Rap. I always have a needle in my pocket. 
 
 Y. Rap. (Rubbing his back.) I know you have. 
 
 O. Rap. Now give it me. 
 
 F. Rap. What ! suffer my father to mend my coat ! No, 
 no, not so bad as that, neither. As the coat must be mended, 
 hang it, I'll mend it myself. 
 
 O. Rap. Will you, though ? Will you, Neddy ; will you, 
 Ned 1 I should like to see you ; here's a needle ready thread- 
 ed, and a thimble ; you can't think how I shall like to see you ; 
 don't hurry, that's a dear boy. ( Young Rapid sits down, gath. 
 ers his legs under him — Old Rapid puts his spectacles on, and 
 sits close to him, looking on. ) 
 
 Y. Rap. Now mind, dad, when — hang the needle ! {Pricks 
 his finger.) 
 
 O. Rap. That's because you're in such a hurry. 
 
 Y. Rap. When the nabob comes, sink the tailor. 
 
 O. Rap. I will, but that's a long stitch. 
 
 Y. Rap. Be sure you sink the tailor ; a great deal depends 
 upon the first impression ; you shall be reading a grave book, 
 with a melancholy air. 
 
 O. Rap. Then I wish I had brought down my book of bad 
 debts ; that would have made me melancholy enough. 
 [Enter Mr, and Miss Vortex, who advance sloioly; the nabob the 
 
 side where Young Rapid is^ Miss Vortex the other side.) 
 
 Y. Rap. I — ha, ha ! I say, dad, if the nabob was to see us 
 now, ha, ha ! 
 
 O. Rap. Ha, ha ! true ; but mind what you are about. 
 
 Y. Rap. I'll be discovered in a situation that will surprise — 
 
380 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 a striking situation, and in some bold, elegant attitude. (Looks 
 up, and sees the nabob.) 
 
 O. Rap. m\)s lion't gou f ttfs!) tije foi) !— tot)2 tron't ^ou 1 {Sees 
 the nabob — they look round the other way, and see Miss Vortex — 
 they both appear ashamed and dejected — Young Rapid draws 
 his legs from under him.) 
 
 Vortex. Gentlemen, I and my daughter, Miss Vortex, have 
 done ourselves the honor of waiting upon you, to — 
 
 Miss Vortex, But I beg we may not interrupt your amuse- 
 ment ; 'tis uncommon whimsical ! 
 
 Y. Rap. (Recovering himself.) Yes, ma'am, very whim- 
 sical — I must keep moving. (Laughs.) Ha, ha ! you see, dad, 
 I've won, I've won — ha, ha ! 
 
 O. Rap. (With amazement.) Oh ! he has won, has he ? 
 
 Y. Rap. Yes, you know I've won ; he, he ! Why don't you 
 laugh ? (Aside to Old Rapid.) 
 
 O. Rap. (With difficulty.) Ha ! he ! 
 
 F. Rap. You see, madam, the fact is, I had torn my coat ; 
 so says I to my father, I'll bet my bays against your opera box, 
 that I mend it ; and so — ha, ha ! (To Old Rapid. ) Laugh 
 again. 
 
 O. Rap. I can't ; indeed, I can't. 
 
 Y. Rap, And so I — I won — upon my soul, I was doing it 
 very well. 
 
 0. Rap. No, you were not ; you were doing it a shame to 
 be seen. 
 
 F. Rap. (Apart.) Hush ! Ah, father, you don't like to 
 lose. 
 
 Vor. Well, gentlemen, now this very extraordinary frolic is 
 over. 
 
 F. Rap. Yes, sir, it is quite over. (Aside.) Thank heaven ! 
 
 Vor. Suppose we adjourn to Bangalore Hall ? 
 
 F. Rap. Sir, I'll go with you directly, with all the pleasure 
 in life. (Running.) 
 
 Miss Vor. I believe my curricle is the first carriage. 
 
 O. Rap. Dear me ! (Looking at Miss Vortex.) 
 
 Vor. My daughter seems to please you, sir. 
 
 0. Rap. What a shape ! 
 
 Miss Vor. Oh, sir, you're uncommon polite. 
 
 0. Rap. What elegance ! what fashion ! Upon the whole, 
 it's the best made little spencer I've seen in some time. (Mr. 
 and Miss Vortex amazed.) 
 
 F. Rap. Oh, the dickens ! The fact is, ma'am, my father 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 381 
 
 is the most particular man on earth, about dress— the beau of 
 his time — beau Rapid. You know, father, they always called 
 you beau Rapid. I dare say he has had more suits of clothes 
 in his house, than any man in England. 
 
 Miss Vor. An uncommon expensive whim. 
 
 Y. Rap. I don't think his fortune has suffered by i . 
 
 Miss Vor. {To Old Rapid.) Shall I have the ^honor of 
 driving you ? 
 
 O. Rap. Oh, madam, I can't think of giving you so much 
 trouble as to drive me. 
 
 Miss Vor. My dear sir, I shall be uncommon happy. 
 
 O. Rap. Oh, madam ! (Simpers and Utters to his son, 
 then takes Miss Vortex's hand, and trots off.) 
 
 Vor. We'll follow. 
 
 Y. Rap. If you please ; — not that I particularly like to 
 follow. 
 
 Vor. I suppose, sir, now summer approaches, London be- 
 gins to fill for the winter. 
 
 Y. Rap. Yes, sir. 
 
 Vor. Any thing new in high life ? What is the present rage 
 with ladies of fashion ? 
 
 Y. Rap. Why, sir, as to the ladies — {.Aside) — what shall I 
 say? — Oh, the ladies, sir; why, heaven bless them, sir, they — 
 they keep moving ; but, to confess the truth, sir, my fashiona- 
 ble education has been very much neglected. 
 
 Vor. That's a pity. 
 
 Y. Rap. Very great pity, sir. 
 
 Vor. Suppose I become your preceptor ? 
 ( Y. Rap. If you would be so kind, I would treasure any 
 little short rule. 
 
 Vor. Why, there is a short rule necessary for every man of 
 fashion to attend to. 
 
 Y. Rap. What is it? 
 
 Vor. Never to reflect. 
 
 Y. Rap. Never reflect ! what, push on, keep moving ! My 
 dear sir, that's my way ; suits me exactly. 
 
 Vor Then you must be known. 
 
 Y. Rap. To be sure ; I'll give away thousands in charities. 
 
 Vor. Charities ! you would be forgot in a week. To be 
 known, you must be mischievous ; malice has a much better 
 memory than gratitude. And, then, you must be gallant ; are 
 there no pretty girls whose acquaintance you would like the 
 honor of, 
 
382 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 (Enter Servant.) 
 
 Servant. The carriage is ready. 
 
 Y. Rap. So am I ; come sir, four horses, I hope. 
 
 Vor* No, sir. 
 
 Y. Rop. That's a great pity. Pray, sir, will you have the 
 goodness to tell your coachman to drive like the old Harry. 
 
 Vor. Sir, to oblige you. 
 
 Y. Rap. Sir, I'll be very much obliged to you. 
 (Enter Waiter.) 
 
 Waiter. Your clothes are come, sir. 
 
 Y. Rap. That's lucky. 
 
 Vor. Then I'll wait for you. 
 
 Y. Rap. Wait for me ! nobody need wait for me; I'll be 
 with you in a crack. Do you push on ; I'll keep moving; I'll 
 take care nobody waits for me. (Exeunt severally. ) 
 
 Scene 3. 
 
 (Enter Old and Young Rapid, Vortex, and Miss Vortex.) 
 Miss Vor. Welcome to Bangalore Hall, gentlemen. 
 Y. Rap. Charming house ! plenty of room ! (Runs dbout^ 
 and looks at every thing. ) 
 O. Rap. A very spacious apartment, indeed. 
 Vor. Yes, sir ; but, I declare, I forget the dimensions of this 
 room. 
 
 0. Rap, Sir, if you please, I'll measure it — my cane is ex- 
 actly a yard, good, honest measure ; 'tis handy — and that mark 
 is the half yard, and — 
 
 Y. Rap. (Overhears^ and snatches the cane from him.) 
 Confound it ! the pictures, father — look at the pictures ; (point- 
 ing with the cane ;) did you ever see such charming — 
 Miss Vor. Do you like pictures ? 
 l Y. Rap. Exceedingly, ma'am ; but I should like them a 
 
 '[ great deal better, if they just moved a little. 
 
 1 Miss Vor. Ha ! ha ! 1 must retire to dress : till dinner, 
 
 ] gentlemen, adieu. (Exit.) 
 
 \ Y. Rap. ( To his father.) Zounds ! you'll ruin every thing ! 
 
 I , can't you keep the tailor under. 
 
 \ Vor. Your son seems rather impatient. 
 
 0. Rap. Very, sir, — always was. I remember a certain 
 duke — 
 
 Y. Rap. That's right, lay the scene high ; push the 
 duke ; push him as far as he'll go. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 383 
 
 O. Rap. I will, I will. I remember a certain duke used to 
 say, " Mr. Rapid, your son is as stiarp as a needle." 
 
 F. Rap. At it again ! 
 
 O. Rap. As a needle — 
 
 Y. Rap. [Interrupting Mm.) Is true to the pole. As a 
 needle is true to the pole, says the duke, so will your son, says 
 the duke, be to every thing spirited and fashionable, says the 
 duke. Am I always to be tortured with your infernal needles? 
 {Aside to Old Rapid.) 
 
 Vor. Now to sound them. (Aside.) I hear, gentlemen, your 
 business in this part of the country, is with Sir Hubert Stanley, 
 respecting some money transactions. 
 
 O. Rap. 'Tis a secret, sir. 
 
 Vor. Oh, no — the baronet avows his wish to sell his estate. 
 
 O. Rap. Oh ! that alters the case. 
 
 Vor. I think that it would be a desirable purchase for you — I 
 should be happy in such neighbors — and if you should want 
 forty or fifty thousand, ready money, I'll supply it with pleasure. 
 
 O. Rap. Oh, sir, how kind ! If my son wishes to purchase, 
 r would rather leave it entirely to him. 
 
 Y. Rap. And I would rather leave it entirely to you. 
 
 Vor. Very well, I'll propose for it. {Aside.) There is a 
 very desirable borough interest ; then you could sit in parlia- 
 ment. 
 
 Y. Rap. I in parliament ? ha ! ha ! 
 
 O. Rap. No ! that would be a botch. 
 
 y. Rap. No, no ; I was once in the gallery — crammed in 
 — no moving — expected to hear the great guns — up got a little 
 fellow, nobody knew who, gave us a three hours' speech — I got 
 deuced fidgetty — the house called for the question, I joined the 
 cry — " the question, the question !" says I — a member spied 
 me — cleared the gallery — got hustled by my brother spectators 
 — obliged to scud — oh ! it would never do for me. 
 
 Vor. But you must learn patience. 
 
 Y. Rap. Then make me speaker — if that wouldn't teach 
 me patience, nothing would. 
 
 Vor. Do you dislike, sir, parliamentary eloquence ? 
 
 O. Rap. Sir, I never heard one of your real, downright 
 parliamentary speeches, in my life — never. {Yawns.) 
 
 Y. Rap. By your yawning, I should think you had heard 
 , a great many. 
 
 Vor. Oh, how lucky ! at last I shall get my dear speech 
 spoken. Sir, I am a member, and I mean to — 
 
384 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Y. Rap. Keep moving. 
 
 Vor. Why, I mean to speak, I assure you ; and — 
 
 Y. Rap. Push on, then. 
 
 Vor. What, speak my speech ? That I will — I'll speak it. 
 
 Y. Rap. Oh, the mischief! don't yawn so. {To Old 
 Rapid. ) 
 
 O. Rap. I never get a comfortable nap, never ! 
 
 Y. Rap. You have a very good chance now — confound all 
 speeches — oh ! {Aside.) 
 
 Vor. Pray, be seated. {They sit on each side Vortex.) 
 Now we'll suppose that the chair. {Pointing to a chair.) 
 
 O. Rap. Suppose it the chair ! why, it is a chair, aint it ? 
 
 Vor. Pshaw ! I mean — 
 
 Y. Rap. He knows what you mean — 'tis his humor. 
 
 Vor. Oh, he's witty ! 
 
 Y. Rap. Oh ! remarkably brilliant indeed. {Significantly^ 
 to his father.) 
 
 Vor. What, are you a wit, sir ? 
 
 O. Rap. A what 'i yes, I am — I am a wit. 
 
 Vor. Well, now I'll begin. Oh, what a delicious moment ! 
 The house, when they approve, cry, ," hear him, hear him !" 
 1 only give you a hint, in case any thing should strike. 
 
 Y. Rap. Push on. I can never stand it. (Aside.) 
 
 Vor. Now I shall charm them. {Addresses the chair.) 
 " Sir, had I met your eye at an earlier hour, i should not have 
 blinked the present question, but having caught what has fallen 
 from the opposite side, I shall scout the idea of going over the 
 usual ground." What ! no applause yet? {J3side, — During this 
 time, Old Rapid has fallen asleep, and Young Rapid, after 
 showing great fretfulness and impatience, runs to the hack scene, 
 throws up the window, and looks out.) ^* But I shall proceed, 
 and, I trust, without interruption." {Turns round and sees 
 Old Rapid asleep.) Upon my soul, this is — what do you mean, 
 sir 1 { Old Rapid aicakes.) 
 
 O. Rap. What's the matter ? Hear him ! hear him ! 
 
 Vor. Pray, sir, don't you blush? {Sees Young Rapid at 
 the window.) What the deuce ! 
 
 Y. Rap. {Looking round.) Hear him ! hear him ! 
 
 Vor. By the sou! of Cicero, 'tis too much. 
 
 O. Rap. Oh, Neddy, for shame of yourself to fall asleep ! 
 I mean, to look out of the window. 1 am very sorry, sir, 
 any thing should go across the grain. I say, Ned, smooth him 
 down. {Aside.) 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 385 
 
 Y, Rap, 1 will, I will ; but what shall I say ? {Aside.) The 
 fact is, sir, I heard a cry of fire — upon — the — the — the water, 
 and — 
 
 Vor. Well, but do you wish to hear the end of my speech ? 
 
 F. Rap. Upon my honor, I do. 
 
 Vor. Then we'll only suppose this little interruption a mes- 
 sage from the lords, or something of that sort. {They sit., 
 Young Rapid fretful.) Where did I leave off? 
 
 Y.^Rap. Oh! I recollect; at, " I therefore briefly conclude 
 with moving — an adjournment." {Rising.) 
 
 Vor. Nonsense ! no such thing. {Putting Urn down in the 
 chair.) Oh, I remember ! "I shall therefore proceed, and I 
 trust without interruption" — 
 
 {Enter Servant.) 
 
 Ser. Dinner's on the table, sir. 
 
 Vor. Get out of the room, you villain ! — *' Without inter- 
 ruption" — 
 
 Ser. I say, sir — 
 
 Y. Rap. Hear him ! hear him ! 
 
 Ser. Dinner is waiting. 
 
 Y. Rap. (Jumping up.) Dinner waiting ! Come along, sir. 
 
 Vor. Never mind the dinner. 
 
 Y. Rap. B-ut I like it smoking. 
 
 O. Rap. So do I : be it ever so little, let me have it hot. 
 
 Vor. Won't you hear my speech ? 
 
 Y. Rap. To be sure we will — but now to dinner. Come, 
 We'll move together. Capital speech ! Push on, sir. Come 
 along, dad. Push him on, dad. (Exeunt, forcing Vortex out.) 
 
 XXVIL-FROM FISH OUT OF W ATER.-^Lunn. 
 
 SIR GEORGE COTJRTLEY — ALDERMAN GAYFARE — CHARLES GAY- 
 FARE STEWARD SAM SAVORY — FOOTMAN ELLEN COURT- 
 
 LEY LUCY. 
 
 Scene 1. — The Ante-room in the House of Sir George Courtley — 
 on one side a fire place, with fire; on the other side, a writing table 
 with pens, ink, and paper — a door leading to an Inner Apartment. ' 
 
 Steward. {Speaking without.) Don't tell me, sir; say that 
 Vm not at home ; I shall not be at home these two hours. 
 33 
 
386 RHETORICAL DIALOGtJES. 
 
 [Enter Steward, with a handle of letters in Ids hand.) 
 Zounds, one might as well be a minister, as a minister's facto- 
 tum. Since my master's appointment as envoy to Copenha- 
 gen, I've scarcely had a moment's peace, night or day. Forty 
 applications did I receive for the situation of valet, before I 
 could dispose of it to my satisfaction ; the place of cook still 
 remains upon my hands ; that, with a little management, may 
 be worth something ; and, now that Sir George has confided to 
 me the task of procuring him a secretary, I suppose, if our stay 
 would admit of it, I should be as much courted as the first lord 
 of the treasury. 
 
 (Enter Alderman Gayfare, pmliing aside a Footman^ who at- 
 tempts to impede Ids entrance.) 
 
 Gayfare. (To Footman,) Stand out of the way; what, 
 denied admission to the house of Sir George Courtley ! {Exit 
 Footman.) 
 
 Stew. (Aside.) Ha, my master's old friend and banker. 
 
 Gay. Well, Steward, how do you do? I'm glad I've found 
 an old acquaintance, at last. I don't wonder at the footman not 
 knowing me ; for what, with my business in the city, and your 
 master's residing so much in the country, I venly believe 'tis 
 nearly two years since we met ; however, I now wish to speak 
 with him, on business of importance. 
 
 Stew. I'm sorry for that, sir, for his excellency is at this mo- 
 ment closeted with one or two noblemen of the cabinet, and 
 cannot possibly be disturbed. 
 
 Gay. When does he intend setting out for Copenhagen ? 
 
 Stew. To-morrow morning, sir ; his own and Miss Court- 
 ley's trunks are already packed, and on the carriage. 
 
 Gay. (Aside.) Oh, ho! his daughter accompanies him! 
 Then Charles's motive is evident enough, and no time must be 
 lost. (To Steward.) Pray, has Sir George engaged a sec 
 retary ? 
 
 Stew. No, sir, but he has immediate occasion for one, and, 
 being so importantly occupied himself, has deputed me to obtain 
 one for him. 
 
 Gay. Indeed ! then, Steward, you must do me a favor. 
 
 Stew. (Aside.) Just as I expected! A banker, too; I 
 smell a thumping fee. (7b Gayfare.) I assure you, sir, that 
 if I can be in any way useful — 
 
 Gay. You can ; highly useful. I expect that, in the course 
 of an hour, a young man, of good person and genteel address, 
 
COMIC AND AMUSmo. 387 
 
 will call here, to solicit the appointment; and, for very urgent 
 reasons, I desire you will detain hinn. 
 
 Stew. ( Taking an empty purse from his pocket, carelessly 
 playing with it, and looking askance at Goyfare^s pockets.) If 
 you particularly wish tlie young man to have the place — 
 
 Gay. No, steward, you mistake me ; I particularly wish 
 that the young man should not have the place, but that you 
 should find some means of preventing his departure until I have 
 spoken with Sir George. What time does he dine ? 
 
 Stew, At six o'clock, sir. 
 
 Gay. (Looking at his tvatch.) And 'tis now four ; very 
 well. Tell Sir George I shall dine with him. And, steward, 
 you know my taste ; let us have a dish of something particular. 
 Have you got as good a cook now as you used to have ? 
 
 Stew. Why, unfortunately, sir, just at this moment, we have 
 no man cook. 
 
 Gay. What ! no man cook ? Why, your master might as 
 well go abroad without his credentials. Zounds, steward, a 
 good cook and a good butler are of more utility in the suite of 
 an envoy, than twenty secretaries. The most natural road to 
 men's hearts, is through their stomachs. Only let two men 
 concur in praising the same dishes, and the same wine, 'tis a 
 hundred to one that, before they part, they'll agree on all other 
 subjects, both natural and personal. 
 
 Stew. Perhaps, sir, his excellency is of your opinion, for he 
 has ordered me to hire one as soon as possible. 
 
 Gay. Has he ? Then I can put you in a way of doing honor 
 to your commission. About a week ago, 1 had one of the best 
 cooks in London, whom 1 discharged, in a moment of anger. 
 1 know he's still out of place, and I'll desire that he may be 
 sent to you in the course of the day. Good morning, steward. 
 (Exit Gay fare.) 
 
 Stew. What the deuce can be that old alderman's mo- 
 tive for wishing the young man to be detained? Who can 
 he be 1 — Time will show. And, as he would not take my hint, 
 and stamp, his orders with the seal of office, 1 shall either obey 
 them or not, as I find most convenient. 
 
 (Enter Ellen Courtley.) 
 
 Ellen. (Peeping in.) Steward, steward. (The Steward 
 turns.) Pray, steward, has any one made application to you 
 for the place of secretary ? 
 
 Stew. (Aside.) Oh, ho ! are you thereabouts? who next, 
 I wonder ? (To Ellen.) No, madam, not yet ; but Sir Georg 
 
388 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES, 
 
 has directed me to engage one, without fail, in the course of the 
 day. 
 
 EL I was aware that you would receive such orders, and, 
 therefore, I have come to exert my influence with you, in favor 
 of a certain person. 
 
 Stew. Might it not be well to mention the affair to his excel- 
 lency ? 
 
 El. (Confused.) Oh ! no! by no means ; papa might sus- 
 pect that my interesting myself in favor of the young man, 
 arose from some partial motive, and — 
 
 Stew. Very true, madam. 
 
 El. Besides, papa is engaged, and, as I expect that the 
 young gentleman will wait upon you almost immediately — 
 
 Stew. Indeed, madam ! 
 
 El. Yes ; and he has been so strongly recommended to me, 
 by a person in whose judgment I have the most implicit confi- 
 dence, that — 
 
 Stew. I beg your pardon, madam, do you think the young 
 gentleman has any connection or acquaintance with Alderman 
 Gayfare ? 
 
 El. (Aside, with astonishment. ) Gracious ! who can have 
 told? (To Steward.) Yes, yes; I believe they are slightly 
 acquainted ; but why do you ask that ? 
 
 Stew. (Aside.) Mum — I must not tell her that the old 
 gentleman has been here. (To Ellen,) I was only fearful, 
 madam, that such a circumstance might be rather against him. 
 
 El. Indeed! (Eagerly.) Tell me, steward, have you lieard 
 any thing to his disadvantage ? 
 
 Stew. No, madam, not a word ; but, to tell you the truth, I 
 have been peremptorily desired to refuse him the situation. 
 
 El. To refuse him ! who can have been so envious ? Why, 
 he is one of the most amiable, the most intelligent, the most ele- 
 gant and accomplished — 
 
 Stew. (Aside.) Hey day! (To Ellen.) You seem to 
 know him very intimately, madam. 
 
 El. Yes — no — that is — I have heard so much in his favor, 
 and am so anxious for his success, that, if you have any desire 
 to oblige me, Mr. Steward — 
 
 Stew. Madam, your wishes are orders, and you may depend 
 upon their being obeyed. But suppose he should not present 
 himself in the course of this afternoon. 
 
 El. You may rest assured that he will. 
 
 SteWs Pray, madam, what may be the young man's name 1 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 389 
 
 EL [Confused.) His name? [Aside.) How unlucky 
 that Charles neglected to tell me what name he intended to as- 
 sume. [To Steward.) His name ? bless me, I entirely forget. 
 [A hell rings.) Ha! [She looks at her watch.) 'Tis exactly 
 the time at which he was to be here, and I'll lay my life that he 
 is now at the door. I entreat you, 'steward, to go and receive 
 him. 
 
 Stew, Yes, madam. [Exit Steward.) 
 
 EL Only let the scheme which we have concerted prove 
 successful, and I shall then accompany my father and his 
 mission as cheerfully as he can wish. And why should it not 
 succeed? The votaries of love are fairly entitled to his protec- 
 tion in adopting disguise, since he himself suggests the expedi- 
 ent, by his example. When refused admission to the heart, in 
 propria persona, he will assume a thousand shapes, rather than 
 be foiled in his enterprise. 
 
 SONG. 
 
 When the ancients first strove 
 
 To personify love. 
 They gave him the semblance of ten derest youth ; 
 
 With wings they arrayed him, 
 
 Quite naked they made him, 
 In token of innocence, swiftness, and truth : 
 Then armed him with archery's weapons, to show 
 The wounds he inflicts on us mortals below. 
 
 But each symbol, assigned 
 
 To the godhead, we find 
 Himself can dispense with, whene'er 'tis his pleasure ; 
 
 His form can be wingless, 
 
 His shafts can be stingless, 
 And crafty the urchin can be beyond measure ; 
 While, his votaries' souls to obscure, or illume, 
 Every age he can ape, every habit assume. [Exit,] 
 
 [Re-enter Steward.) 
 Stew. Miss Ellen was mistaken in supposing the young 
 man was at the door ; however, as both herself and the alder- 
 man were so positive, I should think he'll be here ere long. 
 Well, upon my word, 'tis very odd. Who, in the name of won- 
 der, ci.n this young fellow be, that there's so much fuss about? 
 Egad, 1 don't care ; for, if I can oblige Miss Ellen, a fig for old 
 Gay fare. 
 
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890 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 (Enter Footman.) 
 
 Footman. Mr. Steward, his excellency wants to speak with 
 you immediately. 
 
 Stew, Very well ; and d'ye hear, if a young man should 
 call and ask for me, desire him to take a chair, and I'll wait 
 upon him in a few moments ; I've desired the porter to show 
 him up. {Exit Steward,) 
 
 {Enter Sam Savory, looking around.) 
 
 Sam. {Aside.) Hollo ! Here's a house, and a lot of ser- 
 vants. If their larder's as rich as their liveries, the cook's place 
 is no sinecure. 
 
 Foot. Pray, sir, are you the gentleman Mr. Steward ex- 
 pected ? 
 
 Sam. {Aside.) The gentleman? Egad, I'll say yes, and 
 then I'm sure to see him. {To Footman.) Yes, I wish to see 
 him on very particular business. 
 
 Foot. He's engaged at this moment with my master, sir ; 
 but, if you'll be so kind as to sit down, I'll send him to you as 
 soon as he is at leisure. {Exit Footman.) 
 
 Sam, Come, that's a civil chap enough, considering he 
 wears so much lace. Ah ! it's just the same with place-hunt- 
 ing, as it is with cookery ; there's nothing to be done without 
 sauce ; and, if I had not as much of it as any buck of my 
 inches, I should never have ventured to come without recom- 
 mendations, to ask for the situation of cook to an ambassador. 
 There will be some difference between this place and that of 
 my old master, Alderman Gayfare. There, I had only one taste 
 to please ; for, though I'm told he has a son, he never made his 
 appearance whilst I was there. Well, if his excellency should 
 hire me, only let him be as fond of tid bits as the alderman, and 
 if I don't tickle his palate to the tune of forty pounds a year — 
 but, here comes the steward. 
 
 {Enter Steward and Footman.) 
 
 Foot. {Pointing to Savory.) That is the gentleman, sir. 
 {Exit Footman.) 
 
 Stew. {Bowing to Sam.) May I beg, sir, to be favored 
 with your name ? 
 
 Sam. {Aside.) Why, the steward is as polite as the foot- 
 man. {To Steward.) My name, sir, is Savory, Samuel Sa- 
 vory. 
 
 Stew. And pray, sir, have you ever served in the capacity 
 which you now wish to exercise under his excellency ? 
 
 Sam, Oh, bless you, yes ; all my life. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 391 
 
 Stew. May I be allowed to inquire who was your last em- 
 ployer ? 
 
 Sam. To be sure you may ; I'm neither ashamed nor afraid, 
 for, though he hasn't given me a character, he must, if I want 
 one. 1 lived last with Alderman Gayfare. 
 
 Stew. (Aside.) Gad, this is the mysterious gentleman, sure 
 enough. [To Sam.) I saw the alderman, sir, only a few min- 
 utes ago, and he spoke to me concerning you. 
 
 Sam. {Aside.) Indeed! {To Steward.) I should not 
 wonder, now, if he said some ill-natured thing or other about me. 
 
 Slew. Why, really, sir, between ourselves, I have some rea- 
 son to think that he's not very cordially your friend. 
 
 Sam. {Aside.) Starve his ungrateful stomach, he has told 
 me a hundred times that I was a cook fit for an emperor. Well, 
 old father has got his wish — he said he hoped I should not get 
 the place, because he wanted me not to go abroad. ( He takes 
 up his hat and goes towards the door.) Very well, sir, good 
 morning — there's no scarcity of places, if I can't get this — 
 
 Stew. Stay, sir, although you don't appear to be in the al- 
 derman's good graces, fortunately for you, you have a powerful 
 advocate in another quarter. Miss Courtley, his excellency's 
 daughter, has taken a deep interest in your welfare. 
 
 Sam. His excellency's daughter ! my welfare ! 
 
 Stew. Yes, in consequence of the very satisfactory accounts 
 she has received of your talents and address, she has earnestly 
 desired me to bestow the office upon you ; and as I am more 
 anxious to oblige her than the alderman, you may, from this 
 moment, consider yourself as attached to his excellency's suite. 
 
 Sam. {Aside.) Huzza! there's nothing like petticoat in- 
 terest, after all. {He lays down his hat and comes forward, rubbing 
 his hands and eying himself vnth satisfaction.) Either she must 
 have caught a glimpse of my figure as I came to the door, or 
 else she must be acquainted with somebody that has tasted my 
 cookery ; and whichever it is — 
 
 Stew. With regard to 5'our salary, sir? 
 
 Sam. {Aside.) My salary? That's an ambassador's term ; 
 I suppose I should have said wages. {To Steward.) As you 
 was going to say, sir, my salary — 
 
 Stew. I am authorized to say, that it will be three hundred 
 a year. 
 
 Sam. (Astonished.) Three hundred a — I beg your pardon, 
 will you just be so good as to say that again. 
 
392 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Stew. {Impressively. ) Your salary, sir, will be three hun- 
 dred a year. 
 
 Sam. ( Overjoyed. ) Three hundred a year ! there's a place ! 
 The Mansion House is a trifle to this. 
 
 Stew. And you will dine on all occasions with his excel- 
 lency. 
 
 Sam. Come, Mr. Steward, now you're cutting it a little too 
 fat. The place, and the three hundred a year, are very well ; 
 but as for dining with his excellency — no — no — that's a little 
 too good. 
 
 Stew, Well, sir, you are welcome to have your joke, but 
 such, I assure you, is his excellency's wish. In the mean time, 
 sir, should you have occasion to enter on your functions before 
 our departure, you will make use of this room. 
 
 Sam. [Looking round.) This room? {Aside.) Why, 
 here's neither spits, dishes, nor stewpans. 
 
 Stew. {Pointing to the table.) There are pens, ink, and 
 ll j paper; if you have occasion for any thing else, you will have 
 
 Sj \ the goodness to ring, and I'll take care that you shall have im- 
 
 mediate attendance. 
 
 Sam. Pens, ink, and paper ! {Aside.) Either here's some 
 glorious mistake, or else your diplomatic cooks are like physi- 
 cians, and do nothing else but write receipts to be made up by^ 
 their kitchen apothecaries. Giblets ! what a house. ( To Stew- 
 ard.) Excuse my curiosity, sir, but I should really like to kno\v 
 exactly what I am ? 
 
 Stew. I don't understand you, sir. 
 
 Sam. I mean, what place was it the young lady requested foi 
 me? 
 
 Stew. That which you came to solicit, sir, that of secretary. 
 
 Sam. Oh! that of secretary. {Aside.) Oh ! that accounts^^ 
 for the three hundred a year. Egad, then it could not be for 
 my cookery, and she's taken a fancy to my person, sure enough, 
 {To Steward.) So then I'm to be the lady's secretary. 
 
 Ste2v. {Aside.) He's a queer fellow. (To Savory.) You 
 are jocular, sir, or perhaps you think the terms not proportion, 
 ate to the appointment, which is that of official secretary to his 
 excellency. 
 
 Sam. Official secretary to his excellency ? 
 
 Stew. Yes, sir, if you think proper to accept of it. 
 
 Sam. Accept of it ! Oh, bless you, yes ! to be sure I will. 
 {Aside.) It shall never be said that I stood in the way of my 
 own good fortune. {Surveying himself.) I doa't think I look 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 393 
 
 exactly like an ambassador's secretary, at present ; but stop 
 till they see me in the dress I wear when I go to the theater, or 
 Vauxhall. 
 
 (Enter Footman, with a portmanteau.) 
 
 Foot. (To Sam.) Is this your portmanteau, sir? 
 ^, Sam, (To Footman.) Yes. (To Steward.) As I heard 
 that his excellency was to set off to-morrow morning, I brought 
 it in my hand, in case of my being engaged, and left it in the hall. 
 
 Stew, If you wish to dress, sir, the servant will show you to 
 your apartment. 
 
 Sam. The very thing I was wishing for. (Aside.) Ha, 
 jhia, ha! the old proverb forever — only give a man a friend, 
 and his fortune's made. (Exit Footman, carrying the portman- 
 teau, followed by Savory.) 
 
 Stew. Well, I think I have managed this affair to the satis- 
 faction of all parlies. I have gratified Miss Ellen, by giving 
 the place to her protogee ; and as the alderman is coming to 
 dinner, he is sure to find him, if he wants him. Our establish- 
 ment is now complete, with the exception of a cook, and if the 
 old banker would but send the person he mentioned — 
 (Enter Charles Gayfare.) 
 
 Charles. (Aside.) This surely must be the steward whom 
 Ellen mentioned to me. 
 
 Stew, (Turning, and perceiving Charles.) Pray, sir, what 
 are your commands 1 
 
 Char, I have been informed that there is a vacancy in Sir 
 George Courtley's establishment, and have taken the liberty to 
 call, for the purpose of offering. 
 
 Stew. (Aside.) Oh! the cook; upon my word, he's a 
 smart, handsome young fellow. (To Charles.) I presume 
 you were sent by your late master. 
 
 Char, No, sir, I was not sent by any one. 
 
 Stew. Then you are too late, young man ; you are antici- 
 pated by a candidate who is very strongly recommended. 
 
 Char, 1 beg leave to assure you, sir, that I also can offer 
 some flattering references — General Carver, Sir Benjamin Bar- 
 bacue, and — 
 
 , Stew, Aye, those are excellent names, certainly, on the list 
 ©f epicures, and if it were not that his excellency's old friend. 
 Alderman Gayfare — 
 
 Char. (Aside.) My father ! What in the name of won- 
 der can this mean ? Ellen informed me that they had not met 
 
394 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 these two years. {To Steward,) I am informed, sir, that the 
 appointment is in your power. 
 
 Stew, To be sure it is. Why, you don't imagine that his 
 excellency troubles his head about the hiring of servants ? 
 
 Char, [Aside.) Hiring of servants ! What an arrogant 
 boor it is ! {To Steward.) Well, sir, I have not the pleasure 
 to be personally known to you, but if such considerations as I 
 can offer, have sufficient weight — {He slides a purse into 
 Steward's hand.) 
 
 Stew. { Weighing the purse in his hand.) Why, certainly, 
 the considerations which you have advanced are weighty ones. 
 Anxious to oblige every one, but really, for once, I must allow 
 intrinsic merit to take place of favor ; and, therefore, as you 
 have arrived first, and as there is immediate occasion for your 
 services, the place is yours. 
 
 Char. {Aside.) Bravo ! Thank fortune, all goes right, 
 thus far. 
 
 Stew. The terms shall be such as you cannot disapprove ; 
 but in the mean time, you must go to work directly. Come, 
 follow me, and I'll show you to the larder. 
 
 Char. To the larder ! I'm much obliged to you, but I'm 
 not hungry at present. 
 
 Stew, ria, ha, ha ! but his excellency is — come, quick — 
 only a httle plain dinner for four ; Sir George, Miss Ellen, a 
 friend, and Mr. Savory, the new secretary. 
 
 Char. The new secretary ? 
 
 Slew. Yes, a young man who has just been appointed to 
 the situation. 
 
 Char. {Aside.) Has he been making game of me ? {To 
 Steward.) And pray, sir, what may be the situation which you 
 have just bestowed upon me ? 
 
 Stew. Why, zounds, do you come and ask for a place with- 
 out knowing what it is — didn't you ask for the vacancy ? 
 
 Char. Certainly, I did. 
 
 Stew. Then you ought to have known that the only vacant 
 place was that of cook, and if j'ou are not a cook, why did you 
 come pestering me, when I have other business to attend to ? 
 
 Char. {Aside.) A cook I Here's a dilemma. How can 
 I apprise Ellen of the mistake? 
 
 Stew. Are you a cook, or are you not ? 
 
 Char, Cook ? Yes, to be sure I am. {Aside.) Egad, I 
 see no other resource — so I'll e'en be a cook, until 1 gain an 
 interview with her. (^1 bell rings.) 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 395 
 
 Fool, ( Without.) A cup of chocolate for Miss Courtley. 
 
 Stew. Come, do you hear? chocoiate for Miss Courtley, 
 knmed lately. 
 
 Char. {Aside.) An excellent opportunity. {To Steward.) 
 ^^here is it ? 
 
 ' Stew. {To Charles.) As you are a stranger to the house, 
 you shall make it here. {To Footman, who enters.) Bring 
 a chocolate pot instantly. 
 
 Foot. Yes, sir ; and his excellency ordered me to give you 
 this paper. ( Gives a pa.per, and exit. ) 
 
 Slew. Ha, here comes our new secretary. 
 {Enter Sa7n Savory, full dressed, and awkwardly assuming the 
 manners of a gentleman.) 
 
 Char, {v^side.) Egad, he's a strange looking mortal. 
 
 Sam. {To Steward.) Who is that young man? 
 
 Stew. He is a cook, whom I have just hired. 
 
 Sam. A cook. {Aside.) 'Tis strange I should not know 
 him. {To Steward.) Remember, sir, 'tis a place of importance, 
 and not to be bestowed on every scurvy, unknown fellow. Til 
 examine him. {To Charles, and addressing him with impor- 
 tance.) Pray, young man, what's your name ? 
 
 Char. My name, sir — is — {Aside.) Zounds, the name I 
 had resolved upon, will never do for a cook. 
 
 Sam. {Aloud.) What's your name, sirrah? 
 
 Char. {Aside.) I have it. {To Savory.) Gammon, sir. 
 
 Sam, Gammon. Humph; there are plenty of your nam© 
 in most trades ; but, I confess, I don't remember it in our — that 
 is, the cooking hne. And pray, who might be your first 
 master ? 
 
 Char, My first master? {Aside.) What the mischief shall 
 I say? {To Sam.) My first master, sir, was Birch. 
 
 Sam. {Turning to Steward.) Humph; his knowledge of 
 Birch, shows that he had some education. {To Charles.) But 
 'tis a bad school, my lad. Your public concerns, where you 
 make soups by tons, dnd ragouts by pailfuls, spoil the hand for 
 delicacies, which are the perfection of the art ! What, have you 
 never lived in private families of distinction ? 
 
 Char. Private families, sir? Oh, yes, sir. {Aside.) Egad, 
 I'll lay it on thick. {To Sam.) With two dukes, three mar- 
 quisses, and a baronet. 
 
 Sam. Oh ! that's a different matter ; then you need not 
 flinch from an examination. (Aside.) Pll roast him a bit. 
 
396 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Char. (Aside.) If I'm to undergo a culinary catechism, 
 it's all over with me. 
 
 Sam, Come, young man, I shall not be satisfied with a roast 
 beef and plumb pudding interrogation. If you come to offer 
 yourself as cook to an ambassador, you must not expect to be 
 questioned about Scotch collops and Irish stews ; no, sir, nor 
 about sauces, fricasee, or pastry, where memory is as good as 
 talent. (Aside.) Ha, ha, ha; he looks as pale as — 
 
 Char. (Aside.) Oh ! hang this fellow ; his epicurean en 
 dition is quite terrific. 
 
 Sam. No, no, young fellow, we'll not dabble in the A, B, 
 of the art. Come, sir, I'll make one question suffice for i 
 and that shall be worthy of you, if you're the best cook in Ei 
 rope. Pray, how do you prepare marinated pheasants' poulf 
 a la braise imperiale? (Aside.) Now I think he's donebrowni 
 
 Char. (Aside.) Marinated pheasants' a la — Oh, Jupiter, 
 this is worse and worse. A man ought to have served in the 
 kitchen of Heliogobalus, to carry this through. (To Sam.) 
 Why, really, sir, the extent of your reading on the subject must 
 have been — 
 
 Sam. Don't talk to me of reading, sir. Zounds, the spits 
 are before all the books that have ever been written, from Mrs. 
 Glasse to Doctor Kitchener. Come now, answer me one ques- 
 tion : would you cook your poults with, or without ham ? 
 (Aside.) That's a poser. 
 
 Char. (Aside.) What shall I say ? Egad, here goes, hit 
 or miss. {To Sam.) With ham, sir, by all means. 
 
 Sam. Very good, and now for the rest. 
 
 Char. (Aside.) Come, there's one bit of luck, however. 
 (To Sam.) Why, as to the rest, sir — (^Aside.) The mur- 
 der will out, to a certainty. 
 
 Sam. (Aside.) Hang me if I think he knows a gridiron 
 from a salamander. ( To Charles.) What, it's above your cut, 
 is it? Then listen to me, and I'll tell you. First, we open — 
 that is to say, you open the breasts of your birds ; then you 
 take a veal sweet-bread chopt, two ounces and three quarters of 
 venison suet, one hundred and twenty-five drops of lime juice, 
 and half a dram of the rind ; fifteen large oysters, one small 
 anchovy, the flesh of two pigeons, three small mushrooms, nut. 
 meg, mace, salt, and cayenne ; mix them together with the 
 yolks of five plover eggs — some people will tell you turkey 
 eggs ; but, 'tis a mistake — a tasteless, vulgar error — 
 
 Char. (Aside.) Why, the fellow's worse than my father. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 397 
 
 Sam, Fill the breasts of your birds with the stuffing, stick 
 them all over with beef marrow, and half roast them ; then roll 
 each bird in a slice of raw ham, a little thinner than writing 
 paper, and lay them in a stew-pan, with half a pint of brown 
 gravy, a gill of champaigne, and a table-spoonful of cogniac 
 brandy, triffles, morels, artichoke bottoms, cockscombs, aspara- 
 gus lops, forced meat balls, sweet herbs, and half a shalot ; 
 stew them till the gravy is as thick as cream, and send them to 
 the table hot. There, sir, you have marinated pheasants' poults 
 a la braise imperiale — a dish fit for a king at his coronation din- 
 ner. {He paces the stage with importance.) 
 
 Char. {Aside.) Oh, I see nothing but sheer impudence will 
 do here; so I'll e'en let fly a iew big words myself. {To Sam, 
 with confidence.) Sir, I beg leave to say, that 1 have neither con- 
 fined myself to theory nor to practice ; I flatter myself I know 
 my business as well as another ; and, as for culinary chemistr}?- — 
 
 Sam. A fig for chemistry ! What has chemistry to do 
 with cookery ? I never talk about what I don't understand ; 
 and, as for my own — that is — {Aside) — have a care, Sam, or 
 the'll be smelling the kitchen stuff! {To Charles.) I say, as 
 for cookery, I — 
 (Enter Footman, carrying a small tray., containing a cake of 
 
 chocolate^ pot and mill, cup and saucer, plate of rusk, and a 
 
 napkin^ which he places upon the table, and exit.) 
 
 Slew. {Interrupting Sam.) I beg your pardon, sir, for in- 
 terrupting you ; but remember the old proverb — the proof of 
 the pudding, is in the eating. You'll have a specimen of the 
 young fellow's talent, at dinner time, but Miss Courtley must 
 not be kept waiting for her chocolate. {To Charles.) Come, 
 set about it instantly. (7b Sam.) And, in the mean time, sir, 
 here are the heads of an official letter, which his excellency de- 
 sires to have written immediately. {Gives a paper to Sam.) 
 So I'll leave you each to his own affair, and I hope you'll acquit 
 yourselves to my credit, and your own. {Exit Steward.) 
 
 Sam. {^side.) Heads of an official letter; if they'd been 
 calves' heads, now, or heads of brocoli, I flatter myself I could 
 have done 'em justice : but as for official letters — however, I'm 
 in for it, and so I must do my best. It seems a queer job to 
 set about, but then one sees so many thick-headed chaps secre- 
 taries, of one sort or another, that I shouldn't wonder, after all, 
 if it's something like tossing o' pancakes — that seems difficult at 
 first, but one soon gets over it. {He sits down at the iahle. 
 Charles takes the chocolate pot, and goes to the fire-place.) 
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398 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Char. {Aside.) How in the world am I to manage ft ? 
 Tve drunk chocolate often enough, but hang me if I know any 
 more about making it, than I do of compounding the philoso- 
 pher's stone. I suppose it must be scraped. {He takes out his 
 penknife, and scrapes the chocolate into the pot. ) 
 
 Sam. {Aside.) I can sign my name, and cut a flourish at 
 the end of it, as well as any chap ; but as for your long worded 
 scrawls — {Again turning and looking at Charles.) Aye, that's 
 the way, now put it on the fire, and let it boil. {Taking a pent 
 and dipping it in the ink.) Here's a set out for a secretary. 
 Blow me, if the pens aint as hard and as sharp as skewers, and 
 the ink as thick as parsley and butter. {Turning and looking 
 at Charles.) Did ever any body see such an awkward rascal ? 
 (To Charles.) Why, you stupid blockhead, how do you think 
 your chocolate will mix, if you don't mill it ? {He rises.) 
 Here, give it to me. {He pushes Charles aside, and rolls the 
 mill between his hands.) There, so, till the froth rises: d'ye 
 see? 
 
 Char. Yes, sir ; but really, you have such a masterly hand. 
 
 Sam. Oh ! I see how it is, I shall be obliged to make your 
 chocolate for you, I suppose. Hark ye, can you write? 
 
 Char. Write, sir ! yes, certainly-. 
 
 Sam. Then sit down at that table, and finish what I've 
 begun. 
 
 Char. {Seating himself at the table.) Here's nothing be- 
 gun, sir. 
 
 Sam. So much the better for you, for you've got nothing to 
 mend. I wish I could say as much for your job. 
 
 Char. {Showing the paper.) Am 1 to write a letter fronp 
 these memoranda, sir ? ' 
 
 Sam. To be sure you are. {Aside.) Cook! zounds, the 
 fellow hasn't got enough brains for a scullion ! — 'Tis plaguy 
 lucky for him, he's found some one to do his work for him. 
 ( Whilst Charles is intently occupied in writing, and Sam in 
 
 alternately milling the chocolate and pouring it into tlie cup 
 
 and back again, enter Alderman Gay/are, at the back.) 
 
 Gay. {Looking at his watch.) I hope dinner's nearly ready, 
 for I've a tremendous appetite. {He perceives Charles.) Ha ! 
 what do I see ! my son ! By fortune, he's not only received 
 into office, but has entered upon his functions ! Oh, ho, my 
 young gentleman, I'll soon dislodge you from your perch. 
 {Exit, unperceived.) 
 
 Sam. {To Charles.) Well, how do you come on ? 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 399 
 
 Char. Three words more, and I shall be finished. (He 
 writes three lines^ and presents the paper,) There's your 
 letter, sir ; in point of trouble, sir, 'twas a mere bagatelle ; 
 such things as those, are quite child's play to me. 
 
 Sami ( Wipes the perspiration from his face.) Pho ; I 
 can't say quite so much for your business ; however, there's a 
 cup of chocolate, you dog, that shall stamp your character as 
 a man of talent. {Charles takes the chocolate pot, and attempts 
 to run off. Sam follows him,, and pulls him back.) Why, you 
 ill-mannered booby, is that the way to wait upon a lady ? You 
 a servant ! — Here. {Sam arranges all the things upon the tray, 
 gives it to Charles, and hangs the napkin upon his arm.) There, 
 get along with you. 
 
 Char. {Aside.) Now for an interview with my dear Ellen ; 
 but if her sides don't ache with laughter, when she sees me in 
 this predicament, she must have more gravity than I give her 
 credit for. 
 
 [Enter Steioard.) 
 
 Stew. Come, quick, quick ; Miss Courtley's chocolate. 
 
 Char. Directly, sir. {He runs off.) 
 
 Sam. ( Watching Charles.) There he goes ; he'll be throw- 
 ing all the things down ; the fellow's certainly mad. 
 
 Stew. Have you finished the letter, sir ? 
 
 Sam. The letter ! oh, yes, long ago. {He gives the letter, 
 and imitates Charles.) In point of trouble, 'twas a mere baga- 
 telle ; such things as those, are quite child's play to me. 
 
 Stew. I'll carry it to his excellency immediately. {Going.) 
 Oh, he's coming this way, together with Alderman Gayfare. 
 I'll introduce you — 
 
 Sam. N — n — no, you're very good, but I won't trouble 
 you just at this moment. You know the alderman and my- 
 self did not part on the most friendly terms ; and, perhaps you 
 know he might be whispering something to his excellency — 
 you understand me. I'll just stay till he's gone. {Exit Sam.) 
 {Enter Sir George Court ley andMderman Gayfare.) 
 
 Gay. As to my being mistaken, Sir George, the thing's 
 quite impossible. 'Tis a love affair, you may depend upon it. 
 
 Sir G. But how could they become acquainted ? 
 
 Gay. Aye, that's what puzzles me, for as Charles has 
 been upwards of a year at Cambridge — 
 
 Sir G. At Cambridge ! Oh, then the matter's explained 
 at once, for my daughter has lately returned from a visit to an 
 
400 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 aunt of her's, who resides there. But, admitting it to be as 
 you surmise, what could induce him to act so clandestinely ? 
 
 Gay. Because he was aware of my having another match 
 in view for him ; nay, an old friend of mine and myself, had 
 absolutely agreed to marry his daughter to my son, and to give 
 them each a hundred thousand pounds on their wedding day. 
 
 Sir G. Indeed ! 
 
 Gay. Yes; and, instead of fulfilling our design, the scape 
 grace young scoundrel was endeavoring to give us the slip 
 Aye, and most likely would have done it too, without my havin 
 any suspicion, if my old friend, General Carver, had not calle 
 upon me this morning, and told me that Charles had applied t 
 him for a letter of introduction to you, that he might offer him- 
 self to you in the quality of secretary. 
 
 Sir G. Is it possible ? 
 
 Gay. Possible ! why, my dear friend, he is not only installed 
 in the office, but I actually saw him exercising the duties of it. 
 
 Stew. ( Coming forward and presenting the paper to Sir 
 George.) The letter which your excellency ordered me to get 
 written by the secretary. (Retires again to the back.) 
 
 Sir G. Very well. (He takes the paper, and hands it to 
 Gayfare.) Do you know the hand? 
 
 Gay. I could swear to its being his writing. (He returns 
 the paper.) 
 
 Sir G. {To Steward.) What recommendations did the 
 young man bring, whom you have engaged as secretary ? 
 
 Stew. He did not bring any written recommendations, sir, 
 but— 
 
 Sir G. (Angrily,) But what, sir ? 
 
 Stew. I hope your excellency will not be offended, but Miss 
 Courtley informed me she had heard so much in the gen. 
 tleman's favor, and was so anxious that he should be retained-— 
 that — in obedience to her commands — I — 
 
 Sir G, What, sir, my daughter? {Checking himself.) You 
 have done very right, steward. [To Gayfare.) Well, alder- 
 man, this all tends to confirm your suspicions. 
 
 Gay. Oh ! 'tis as plain as the sun at noon. 
 
 Sir G. Well, my friend, and, under these circumstances, in 
 what way do you propose to act ? 
 
 Gay. In the first place, the young lady I intended marry, 
 ing him to, has never seen him. In the next place, I should be 
 most proud to cement our friendship, by uniting our families. I 
 know that Miss Courtley has a genteel fortune ; and, therefore. 
 
 I 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 401 
 
 if you approve of the match, the boy shall have the plum I in- 
 tended for him, and we'll make them happy when they least ex- 
 pect it. What do you say ? 
 
 Sir G. If we find their attachment of such a nature as to 
 involve their happiness, I accept your offer. We will first pun- 
 ish them, by feigning ourselves exceedingly indignant at their 
 conduct, and then surprise and delight them with our forgive- 
 ness and consent. 
 
 Gay, [Offering his hand.) With all my heart. 
 
 Sir G. With this proviso : observe, your son shall meet my 
 approbation. 
 
 Gay. O, that of course. {They shake hands.) 
 
 Sir G. {To Steward.) Steward, why did you not introduce 
 my secretary to me the moment I was at leisure ? 
 
 Steiv. 1 should have done so, sir, but he begged to be ex- 
 cused until the alderman's departure ; as, he said, he particu- 
 larly wished to avoid meeting him. 
 
 Gay, {To Sir George.) There, you see. 
 
 Sir G. My dear Mr. Gayfare, be so kind as to walk into 
 the garden a few minutes, and let me confer with him alone. 
 
 Gay. Into the garden ! what, before dinner? My dear Sir 
 George, if you don't wish me to turn a second Nebuchadnez- 
 zar, and devour the vegetables, don't ask it. 
 
 Sir G. You shall not be detained long ; and, in the mean 
 time, rU order dinner to be prepared as quick as possible. 
 
 Gay, Very well ; but mind — if you don't recall me very 
 shortly, I shall certainly make an attack upon the larder. {Exit 
 Gayfare.) 
 
 Sir G. Steward, whilst I step in and peruse this letter, do 
 you go and expedite the dinner, and then desire the secretary 
 to wait upon me immediately. 
 
 Sleto, I will, sir. (Exeunt Steward and Sir George.) 
 {Enter Elien, follmced by Lucy.) 
 
 EL My dear Lucy, if it had not been for disburdening my 
 mind to you, and making you sharer in my secret, I don't know 
 what would have become of me. Have you seen him ? 
 
 Lucy, No, madam, but I've seen the steward, who informs 
 me that he has granted him the situation, and I am confident 
 that no one has the least suspicion. 
 
 El, As soon as we quit London, I shall begin to enjoy some 
 little tranquillity ; but, so long as we remain, 1 shall tremble lest 
 any thing should occur to mar our innocent project. 
 
 Lu, I think, really, madam, that if any thing happens now, it 
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402 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 must be your own fault ; you must only be careful not to look 
 too loving upon each other, when you meet at dinner ; and — 
 
 El. At dinner? No, Lucy; as we are to set out to-mor- 
 row, I shall have an excellent excuse for remaining in my own 
 room ; and, let it cost my heart what it may, I'm resolved not 
 to trust myself in his presence until after our departure ; how- 
 ever, lest he should misconstrue my absence, I have written a 
 note, which you must contrive to deliver to him. {Gives the 
 note to Lucy. ) Remember now, Lucy, how much depends upon 
 your secrecy and management. 
 
 Lu. Never fear me, miss ; he shall have it directly. 
 
 EL I am aware that Charles's father has another match in 
 view for him ; but, if I may judge of his affection by my own 
 he will rather forfeit his life, than the partner of his choice, 
 
 I 
 
 Scene 2. — A Study. Two tables, two chairs, inkstand and book 
 on table ; inkstand and penknife on table, in center. 
 
 {Enter Sir George, reading the letter.) 
 
 Sir G» Upon my honor, this is a highly favorable indication 
 of the abilities of my intended son-in-law. He has entered so 
 warmly into the subject, that he has overstepped my intention ; 
 but really, the strength of diction, and the choice of expression, 
 which this exhibits, stamps him a man of considerable genius 
 and acquirements. Oh, here he is. {Enter Sam Savory, bow- 
 ings and advancing sheepishly.) Your servant, sir. Well, I 
 have perused the letter which you wrote for me, and I am happy 
 to say, that it does you great credit. 
 
 Sam. You're very good, sir ; it was a mere trifle ; such 
 things are no trouble to me, sir. 
 
 Sir G. No, I perceive by the style that you have consider- 
 able facility. However, there are some expressions which I 
 think rather too peremptory ; and it strikes me, that either you 
 have misinterpreted my memoranda, or have taken the liberty to 
 be guided by your own sentiments. 
 
 Sam. {Confused.) Not I, sir — not by any manner of 
 means, sir — I hope — (Aside.) If that rascally cook has put 
 any thing into it to get me into a scrape, I'll break his bones. 
 
 Sir G. Nay, sir ; don't disavow your impressions. I do 
 not respect the opinions of a man of sense the less, because 
 they do not coincide with my own. I shall be happy to hear 
 yours on this subject. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 403 
 
 Sam. My opinion ! lord bless you, sir — as to my opinion, 
 you know — 
 
 Sir G. I understand you, sir, and appreciate your modesty. 
 
 Sam, (Aside.) What the dickens is he driving at ? 
 
 Sir G, The fact is, that I view the measure as one of mere 
 political expediency. 
 
 Sam. {Aside) If he will but answer himself now ! 
 
 Sir G. Whereas you seem to consider it as one of neces- 
 sity. {Smiling.) Is it not so? 
 
 Sam. {With awkv)ard satisfaction.) Hem — ha — hem — 
 {Aside.) I suppose I'd better say yes. 
 
 Sir G. Come, answer frankly. 
 
 Sam. Well, then, since your excellency insists upon it, that's 
 exactly the case. 
 
 Sir G. Ha, I thought so ; well, sir, I applaud your candor, 
 and respect your intelligence ; and I have no doubt that, ere 
 long, we shall understand each other exceedingly well. 
 
 Sam. {Aside.) I hope we shall, upon my soul. 
 {Enter Lucy, cautiously, beckoning andmaking signs to Savory.) 
 
 Sam. {Aside.) What can that girl want with her nodding 
 and winking ? {Lucy shoios the letter^ and places her jinger on 
 her lips, to enjoin silence.) 
 
 Sam, {To Lucy.) A letter for me ; why don't you bring 
 it here ? Do you think I've got eyes like telescopes ? 
 
 Lucy, The mischief take the man : why, he's either mad or 
 a fool. 
 
 Sir G, {To Lucy.) A letter — where did you get it ? 
 
 Lucy. {Confused.) Le — le — letter : I've got no letter for 
 your excellency. {She attempts to go — Sir George follows her.) 
 
 Sir G. No evasion — give me the letter this instant. {He 
 seizes her hand., and takes the letter.) 
 
 Lucy. Very well, your excellency. {Looking at Savory.) 
 If any harm comes of it, the gentleman has himself to blame. 
 {She runs off.) 
 
 Sir G. {Reading the superscription.) To the Secretary. 
 
 {He opens the letter.) As 1 suspected. (To Sam.) So, sir, 
 
 you have commenced a secret correspondence with my daughter. 
 
 Sam. (Aside.) Oh, the fat's in the fire now, to a certainty. 
 
 Me, sir ! your daughter ! I wish I may die if ever — 
 
 Sir G. Nay, sir, 'tis useless to deny it, she has herself ac- 
 knowledged it. {He walks to and fro, as in a passion.) 
 
 Sam. (Aside.) Here's a slap of cold water. 1 thought it 
 was too good to last. I'd better confess at once. {He throws 
 
404 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 himself on his knees before Sir George.) I beg your excel- 
 lency's pardon : 1 confess that I am only a secretary by chance, 
 and — 
 
 Sir G. {Raising him,) Rise, sir. I will not carry your 
 humiliation lo that extent : and on one condition my daughter 
 shall be yours. 
 
 Sam. [Astonished.) Your excellency's daughter mine ! 
 
 Sir G. On one condition, I repeat, namely, that you will 
 prove yourself worthy my indulgence and esteem. Remember 
 you are still my secretary, and I therefore command you to 
 write me one more letter — the letter of a repentant son, to ap- 
 pease the anger of an offended father. I intend to dictate the 
 letter myself, but I'm resolved that the act of writing it shall be 
 entirely your own ; you understand me, no doubt? 
 
 Sam. (Aside.) May the old boy take me, if 1 do. Indeed, 
 your excellency, I do not. 
 
 Sir G. Then, sir, let me tell you, you must both under- 
 stand me and obey me, before I can promise you my friendship. 
 
 Sam. Ye — yes, sir. (Aside.) I'll be hanged if I don't 
 perspire like a larded capon in a dutch oven. 
 
 Sir G. In the first place, 1 wish to be informed why, if your 
 designs in my family were honorable, you did not wait upon me 
 undisguisedly, communicate to nne your wishes, and make me 
 acquainted with your family and connections. 
 
 Sam. (Aside.) Here's another go, when he comes to 
 know that my father serves out buttock, round and flank, in 
 Aldermanbury. (7b Sir George.) Please your excellency, 
 I don't wish either to cheat or deceive any man : my father, 
 sir, is a shop-keeper in the city — 
 
 Sir G. Ha, ha, ha ; a shop-keeper ! 
 
 Sam. (Aside.) Ah, I thought how it would be. (To Sir 
 George.) Yes, sir, he is — in Alderman — 
 
 Sir G. 1 am perfectly aware of your father's rank, sir, as 
 well as of the nature of his shop, as you are pleased to call it. 
 
 Sam. (Aside.) I suppose he wants me to call him a re- 
 staurateur, as they do at the west end. (To Sir George.) Why, 
 your excellency, it is a shop, you know. 
 
 Sir G. Why, in the strict sense of the word, he certainly 
 may be called a shop-keeper, and I'm pretty familiar with the 
 article he deals in. — I have the pleasure to be acquainted with 
 your father. 
 
 Sam. With my father ? (Aside.) What could bring them 
 together? (To Sir George.) Then I have the pleasure to 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING, 405 
 
 tell your excellency, that you are acquainted with as honest an 
 old fellow as ever handled a carving knife. 
 
 Sir G. Ha, ha, ha ; I'm no stranger, sir, either to your fa- 
 ther's hospitality, or his appetite. 
 
 Sam. (Aside.) Well, 1 must own he has a precious twist, 
 sure enough. (To Sir George.) And I assure you, sir, he 
 keeps one of the best eating-houses. 
 
 Sir G. Eating-houses ? I never saw such a house for 
 eating in my life. — If 1 am rightly informed, sir, you have been 
 almost constantly absent from your father's house, during the 
 last seven years. 
 
 Sam. Yes, sir, father wanted to bring me up to be an assist- 
 ant in his business ; but I had a soul above it, and was resolved 
 that if I did follow the trade at all, I'd rule the roast, as the say- 
 ing is. 
 
 Sir G. So your good father informed me. (Aside.) He 
 really has an exceedingly awkward address for a young man so 
 genteely connected. I cannot imagine how Ellen could be- 
 come so enamored with him. However, as such is evidently 
 the case, and it is at least a wealthy match, I will not thwart her 
 inclination. 
 
 Sam. I beg your excellency's pardon, but if you'll excuse 
 my curiosity, how long may it be since you became acquainted 
 with my father ? 
 
 Sir G, We have known each other for several years : three 
 years ago, I was in the habit of dining very frequently at his 
 house. 
 
 Sam. (Aside.) Of dining at my father's ! (To Sir George, 
 archly.) What, I suppose your excellency used to pop in, and 
 take a snack, when you went to put money into the bank ? 
 
 Sir G. Ha, ha, ha ; why, I certainly did sometimes make 
 my visits serve the double purpose of business and pleasure ; 
 but I suspect your father wilt tell you, that my errand was more 
 frequently to take money out of the bank. 
 
 Sam. Well, I hope your excellency liked the dinners he 
 used to give you. 
 
 Sir G. It would require the very refinement of fastidious- 
 ness to disapprove of them : both the provisions and cookery 
 were as good as heart could wish. 
 
 Sam. (Aside.) Lord help him for a judge, but mum. I've 
 got a bit of cookery that will astonish him — my marinated 
 pheasants' poults a la braise imperiale. 
 
406 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Sir G. Well, sir, I now have to inform you, that your father 
 
 is exceedingly indignant at the conduct which you have pursued 
 
 in insinuating yourself into my family in the quality of secretary. 
 
 Sam. Why, he ought to go down on his knees, and be 
 
 thankful that I've got such a situation. 
 
 Sir G. I have reason to believe that your father intended 
 you to commence your public career in a very different manner. 
 
 Sam. To be sure he did : he never could have any expec- 
 tation of my getting such a place as this. 
 
 Sir G, No, sir, I'm sure of that ; nor of the motives which 
 induced you to solicit it ; and, therefore, it is right that he should 
 be made acquainted with every particular, under your own 
 hand. {He leads Savory to a chair, at the writing table.) 
 Come, sir ; here are all the materials for your purpose — place 
 yourself at the table, and write what I shall dictate. 
 
 Sam. ( Avoiding the chair^ and coming forward.) Here's a 
 mess ; I wish I could get him into a gossip again. ( To Sir 
 George.) When your excellency dined at my father's, did you 
 ever happen to eat any broiled chickens with mushroom sauce ? 
 
 Sir G. Hang your chickens and sauce, sir ; is that a sub- 
 ject to introduce at this time ? 
 
 Sam. [Aside.) Oh, 1 see it's of no use. {To Sir George.) 
 If your excellency would but give me half an hour; {Aside,) 
 so that I could make friends with the cook. 
 
 Sir G. No, sir ; I command you to do it, without a mo- 
 ment's delay, and in my presence. 
 
 Sam. Well, if I must, I must ; but I'm sure I shall do it 
 very badly. It was always the case, sir, when I was at school. 
 I was always obliged to get into a corner to write, for I never 
 could do it, fit to be seen, if any one looked over me. 
 
 Sir G. Well, sir, I will not look over you. (He leads Sa- 
 vory to the chair at the table.) You shall sit in that chair. 
 {He carries his chair to the other side of the stage, and sits.) 
 And I'll sit in this. There, sir, is that sufficient to relieve your 
 embarrassment ? 
 
 Sam. { Taking his seat at the table, laying the paper before him, 
 and examining the pens.) Oh! bless you, sir, no. 'Tis just 
 the same as if you were at my elbow. {Aside.) If I can but 
 gain time till something calls him away. 
 
 Sir G. And, pray, sir, how could you presume to engage 
 yourself as an envoy's secretary, if you object to writing under 
 dictation ? Why it is the very substance of your duty ; and you 
 
^ COMIC AND AMUSING. 407 
 
 must endeavor to conquer your mauvaise honte. Come, sir, 
 begin. 
 
 Sam, {Aside.) Well, here I am, regularly trussed and 
 spitted ; I suppose basting will come next, and then i shall be 
 dished. 
 
 Sir G. {Dictating.) Dear and honored sir. , 
 
 Sam. {He runs and crosses to Sir George.) I beg your 
 pardon, sir, have you got such a thing as a penknife in your 
 pocket ? 
 
 Sir G. What, have you not got one yourself? A secretary 
 without a penknife ! You'll find one in the drawer. 
 
 Sam. {Aside ; listening at the door as he returns to his seat.) 
 Nobody coming yet. Oh ! what, what would I give now to 
 hear of a declaration of war with Denmark ! {He resumes 
 his seat^ and mends a pen. ) 
 
 Sir G. Well, sir. 
 
 Sam. {He continues mending the pen, and occasionally look^ 
 ing askance at Sir George, until he is unobserved, when he emp- 
 ties the inkstand into his handkerchief, and replaces it before him, 
 dipping his pen into the inkstand, and holding it up to Sir 
 George.) I'm sorry to be so troublesome to your excellency, 
 but here's no ink. 
 
 Sir G. No ink ? {He rises and crosses to Sam.) There 
 was ink, this morning. Those scoundrels, the servants, are 
 always deranging something. I have more ink. {He takes 
 a bottle of ink from the book-case, f lis the inkstand, leaving the 
 bottle uncorked on the table, and resumes his seat.) 
 
 Sam. {Aside.) Oh, then, its all up ; and I shall get turned 
 out, as clear as a jelly. 
 
 Sir G, Have you written what I have desired you ? 
 
 Sam. No, sir, not yet. {He writes, and speaks to himself. ) 
 
 D, double E, R, deer, and — egad, I'll put an ampasand, and 
 that will save trouble. Deer and H, O, N, hon, N, E, R, ner, 
 honer, E, D, ed, honnered, S, double E, R, sur. {Aloud.) Sur. 
 {Aside.) If he does but steer clear of hard words. 
 
 Sir G. {Dictating.) I am at a loss to express. 
 Sam. {As before.) I, by itself, I — H, A, M, ham-^H, 
 A, T, hat— A, by itself, A— L, O, S, los— T, O, to— X, P, R, 
 
 E, S, express. (Aloud.) Express. {Aside.) Gome, that's 
 not so bad. 
 
 Sir G. {As before.) In adequate terms — 
 
 Sam. {Aside.) That's rather a queer one, though. I, N, 
 
 I 
 
408 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 in, A, D, ad, D, E, adde, Q, U, I, T, quit, addequit— T, U, R, 
 M, S, turms. {Aloud.) Turms. 
 
 Sir G. {^As before.) The sorrow which I feel — • 
 
 Sam, (Writes as before.) T, H, E, the— S, O, so, R, O, 
 ro, soro— W, I, T, C, H, wich— I, by itself, I— F, E, L, E, 
 fele. [Aloud.) Fele. [Aside.) It goes on pretty smoothly. 
 
 Sir G. For the act — 
 
 Sam. F, O, R, for— T, H, E, the— A, C, T, act. [Aloud.) 
 Act. 
 
 Sir G, Of insubordination and duplicity — 
 
 Sam. [Aside.) Oh, ginger. [He drops the pen.) I thought 
 how it would be — that's a clincher. 
 
 Sir G. Well, sir, why don't you continue ? 
 
 Sam. [Rising from his chair, and laying his hand on his 
 cheek., and stamping about the stage, as if in violent pain.) Oh, 
 oh, oh ! 
 
 Sir G. What's the matter ? 
 
 Sam. My tooth, your excellency, my tooth, an infernal old 
 stump, that makes my life a misery. Pray, excuse me, sir, 
 whilst I get a mouthful of brandy. [He attempts to go.) 
 
 Sir G. No, sir, I will not excuse you. I expected these 
 efforts at evasion, but they shall not serve. Resume your seat 
 immediately, and pursue your task. 
 
 Sam. ( Whimpering.) What, in spite of my teeth ? 
 
 Sir G. Yes, sir, in spite of every excuse you can invent. 
 
 Sam. (Resuming his seat, and wiping the perspiration 
 from his face.) I'm stewed tender ; and if they intend to have 
 me taken up, as I dare say they will, only let them do it now, 
 and they may serve me away hot. 
 
 Sir G. Pray, sir, do you intend this as a specimen of the 
 extraordinary promptitude which you just now boasted of pos- 
 sessing ? 
 
 Sam. I beg you won't mention it, sir. What was it your 
 excellency desired me to write ? 
 
 Sir G. What did you write last ? 
 
 Sam. [Reading.) Sorrow which I feel for the act. 
 
 Sir G. [Repeating very distinctly.) Of insubordination 
 and duplicity — 
 
 Sam. (Aside.) Oh, sure, there never was such words in 
 the English language. Of in-subordi — hang it, I might as 
 well attempt to take down the debates of the house of com- 
 mons. What's to be done? [He looks up at the book-case.) 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 409 
 
 I spy something — Johnson's dictionary. {He rises to reach 
 the dictionary ; the board falls.) 
 
 Sir G. (Exclaims.) Zounds, sir, your conduct is enough 
 to make one forget the laws of common decorum. 
 
 Sam. I beg pardon. It was an accit^ent. I went to take 
 down a dictionary, and found it was all garnish, and as my 
 memory's none of the best, will you be so good as to tell me 
 how you spell the two long words you mentioned ? 
 
 Sir G. What ! do you not know the orthography of your 
 own language ? 
 
 Sam. Yes, your excellency, as well as any other chap going, 
 except the spelling, and that, I must own, I never was a 
 dab at. 
 
 Sir G. Why, what is the meaning of this ? Let me look 
 at the letter, sir. 
 
 Sam. Yes, sir. {Hands the letter to Sir George.) 
 
 Sir G. {Reading.) D, double E, R, and H, O, N, N, E, 
 R. Why, what a jumble of jargon is this? Pray, sir, is this 
 some new deception, or do you mean to say you can write no 
 better 1 
 
 Sam, I told your excellency how it would be, if I wasn't 
 alone. 'Tis the best I can do, as I hope to be saved. 
 
 Sir G. Then answer me instantly, sir ; who wrote the official 
 letter which you palmed upon mo as your performance ? 
 
 Sam. I won't tell your excellency a word of a lie. It was 
 your new cook. 
 
 Sir G. Then it seems you are an ignorant, insolent scoun- 
 drel, without any thing except your father's opulence, to recom- 
 mend you. {tHe seizes Savory by the collar.) And how dared 
 you, presumptuous ideot as you are, to make advances to my 
 daughter 1 
 
 Sam. If your excellency's daughter fell in love with me, it 
 wasn't my place, you know, to find fault with her taste ; and as 
 you promised that I should have her — 
 
 Sir G. {Pushing him away.) Have her? Death! I'd 
 rather follow her to the tomb. 
 
 Sam. Oh, very well, it was your own offer, you know, as I 
 never saw the young lady — 
 
 Sir G. Wtiat, miscreant, will you insult my ears, by giving 
 my daughter the lie ? Out of my presence, sir. 
 
 Sam. {With vehemence.) Upon my soul and body, your 
 excellency — 
 
 Sir G. Cowardly wretch, have you the meanness to deny it, 
 35 
 
410 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 when she has the courage to confess it? Get out of my 
 house, sir. 
 
 Sam, ( Whimpermg, and wiping his eyes with the inky pock- 
 et handkerchief .) But your excellency won't turn me away? 
 Remember my poor father. 
 
 Sir G, Am I not obeyed ? Zounds ! this is beyond en- 
 durance. Out of my house, sir, this instant. Get out, I say. 
 {He kicks Savory off the stage, and follows,) 
 
 Scene 3. — A dining room — a dinner table prepared for four persons. 
 
 (Enter Stevmrd, with a letter in his hand.) 
 
 Stew, [Reading the superscription.) To Sir George Court- 
 ley's Steward. Oh, an applicant for one of the places, I 
 suppose. However, he's too late, whoever he is. (Opens the 
 letter and reads.) 
 
 (Enter Charles^ walking ahout in great agitation.) 
 
 Char. (Aside.) What means can I possibly devise for ob. 
 taining an interview with Ellen ; half an hour have I been 
 watching, without the possibility of catching a gHmpse of her. 
 
 Stew, (Turning, and observing Charles.) Hollo, cook, 
 what's the matter ? 
 
 Char. The matter ! I'm half frantic with vexation. I car- 
 ried the chocolate up to Miss Courtley. and just as I was in the 
 act of knocking, a bouncing, brazen-faced wench, snatched the 
 tray out of my hand, and slammed the door in my face. 
 
 Stew. It served you right — what business had you to carry 
 it up stairs ? Why don't you mind your own concerns ? I'm 
 sure you have not a moment too much time to get dinner 
 ready. 
 
 Char, Hang the dinner ! 
 
 Stew. Come, young man, you must not be impertinent, or 
 else you and I may fall out — you thought to give the old gen- 
 tleman the slip. o 
 
 Char, What old gentleman, sir ? 
 
 Stew. Your father. — Pray, do you happen to know a place 
 called Aldermanbury ? 
 
 Char. (Aside.) Goodness ! he is in possession of my 
 whole secret, and if I cannot soothe him to silence, I shall be 
 exposed both to disappointment and ridicule. (To Steward.) 
 How you obtained your information, sir, I will not inquire ; I 
 perceive that you are apprised of my desire to conceal my 
 present situation from my father : perhaps you are also ac- 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 411 
 
 quainted with my motives, and if you will only promise that 
 you will not betray me, {lie takes out his pocket hook^ and 
 offers a note,) any remuneration that is within the compass of 
 my finances — 
 
 Stew. No, no, cook ; put up your money ; I won't deprive 
 you of any more. What I said, was only to put you in a 
 fidget. But come, cook, the sooner you get about serving up 
 the dinner, the better ; you'll have a wedding dinner to pre- 
 pare. 
 
 Char. A wedding dinner ! for whom? 
 
 Stew. For Miss Courtley, who is to be married to-morrow 
 morning, to our young secretary. 
 
 Char. To the secretary ? 
 
 Slew, Aye, he that gave you such a lecture in the art of 
 cookery. But bless your soul, he's no more a secretary than 
 you or me. He's a lover in disguise. 
 
 Char. A lover in disguise ! {In a rage.) What, Ellen, 
 the lovely Ellen, a party to such a diabolical plot ! I cannot, 
 will not beheve it. But I'll know the truth ; I'll seek out this 
 soi disans secretary, and if he dares to confirm the steward's 
 statement, either he shall relinquish his pretensions, or I'll blow 
 his brains out. [As he advances furiously^ enter Alderman 
 Gayfare ; they meet face to face.) 
 
 Char. My father ! 
 
 Gay. My son ! 
 
 Stew, (Aside.) What, our cook the son of an alderman? 
 This is a day of wonders. [Exit Steward. — After a moment of 
 surprise, Charles attempts to pass Gayfare, who pushes him 
 lack.) 
 
 Gay. No, young man, you shall not escape me now. I 
 have found you. What, you have been playing at bo-peep, 
 have you ? Well, come, my boy, give me your hand. [They 
 shake hands.) I'm glad to see you ; I know your attachment 
 r\nd your wishes ; I intended to be in a terrible sham passion 
 with you, but I'm too honest for dissimulation, and too hungry 
 to do anything to delay the dinner. I've paved the way for you 
 with Sir George, and he has promised me that to-morrow morn- 
 ing shall make Miss Courtley my daughter-in-law. 
 [Enter Sir George Courtley and Ellen.) 
 
 Sir G. [^s he enters, having heard the last part of Gay- 
 fare's speech.) No, alderman, no, I protest against that. 
 
 Gay. Why, Sir George, you surely will not pay so little re- 
 gard to your word as — 
 
412 ^ RHETOEICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Sir G, Remember the conditions, that your son shall meet 
 my approbation ; and after the scene which we have just acted 
 together — 
 
 Char, {Aside.) We have acted together ! 
 
 Sir G. If it had not been for our friendship, I verily believe 
 I should have thrown him out of the window. But as he was 
 your son, I contented myself by merely kicking him out of my 
 study. 
 
 Gay, (Bowing.) Upon my honor, Sir George, I am much 
 indebted to you tor your forbearance. (To Charles.) Come, 
 sir, why don't you express your acknowledgments to Sir George, 
 for his kind consideration ? 
 
 Char, My dear sir, I scarcely know whether I'm awake or 
 asleep ; but if tliis be a vision, I'm undone. (He advances to 
 Ellen, and takes her hand.) 
 
 Sir G. (To Charles.) And pray, who are you, sir? 
 
 Gay, Who is he ? Why, my son, to be sure. 
 
 Sir G, This your son ? 
 
 El, Certainly, papa ; this is Charles. 
 
 Sir G, Then, who in the name of common decency and 
 decorum, was that fellow who was with me in my study, and 
 whom the steward introduced to me as my secretary : a vulgar 
 booby, who could not write three words of intelligible English ? 
 
 Char, I happen to know something of him, sir : he pre- 
 tended to be a lover of Miss Courtley's in disguise. ( Charles 
 and Ellen confer apart.) 
 
 Sir G. In disguise ! Then he must have had some im- 
 proper motives ; he must be pursued. 
 
 Gay. Not before dinner. Sir George, I beseech you, for in 
 the very nick of time, here it comes, and if I fast five minutes 
 longer, I shall faint. 
 (Enter four Footmen, each carrying a dish, which they place 
 
 upon the table ; then enters Sam Savory, in his coolers dress, 
 
 with an apron on and a napkin on his arm, covering a dish 
 
 with great care.) 
 
 Sir G. (Recognizing Savory.) Why, by all that's miracu- 
 lous, this is the fellow I was just speaking of! 
 
 Sam. You did me too much honor, sir. 
 
 Gay. Why, bless my heart, 'tis my old cook, Sam Savory, 
 whom I intended to recommend to your notice. (To Sam.) 
 Why, zounds, you rascal, have you been the cause of all this 
 confusion ? (He raises his cane, as if going to strike him,) 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 413 
 
 Sam. [CooJy taking off the cover, and holding the dish under 
 Gayfare^s nose.) Strike, sir, strike, but smell. 
 
 Gay. What have we here ? {Smelling.) By my appetite, 
 'tis my favorite dish : marinated pheasants' poults, as I hope to 
 be saved. 
 
 Sam. (He goes and 'places the dish upon the tahle, then comes 
 ^ forward and addresses Sir George.) Please your excellency, 
 1 was your secretary by accident, and am now your cook by 
 inclination. Although 1 was a fool in the study, I trust that by 
 descending a story or two lower, 1 become a man of talent ; for, 
 according to the old proverb, the gentleman is known by his 
 actions, and the cook by his ragouts. 
 
 Char. I fancy Sir George does not yet fully comprehend 
 the arcana of this day's adventures ; but I'm now in perfect 
 possession of them, and shall make it my business to explain 
 them at table. We have been for some time playing a game 
 of cross purposes ; but, thank fortune, we are dl now restored 
 to our proper places ; and 1 hope every one present is as well 
 satisfied as I am. (He leads Ellen forward, and addresses the 
 audience.) The approbation of our indulgent friends, is the 
 element in which alone we can live ; and 1 trust we shall not, 
 on the present occasion, find ourselves in that sense, " Fish out 
 of Water.'* (Exeunt.) 
 
 XXVIIL— FROM THE FASHIONABLE LOVER.— C«jn- 
 
 berland. 
 
 MORTIMER — AUBREY — COLIN MACLEOD BRIDGEMORE NAP- 
 
 THALI — SERVANT. 
 
 Scene!.— Fish Street Hill. 
 
 (Enter Aubrey.) 
 Aubrey. If Bridgemore hasn't shifted his abode, that is the 
 house— 'twas there that, eighteen years ago, I lost a wife, and 
 left an infant daughter. All-disposing Providence, who hast 
 ordained me to this hour, and, through innumerable toils and 
 dangers, led me back to this affecting spot, can it be wondered 
 at, if I approach it with an anxious, aching heart, uncertain as I 
 am, if I have still a child or not ? What shall I do? If my 
 Augusta's lost, 'twere better I should never enter those ill. 
 omened doors ; if she survives, how shall I disclose myself, and 
 35* 
 
414 EHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 tell her she has still a father ! Oh ! that, unknown and unper- 
 ceived, I could but catch a sight of her; gaze till Td gratified 
 my longing, and 'till this throbbing might abate. I'll watch the 
 door till somebody comes out that I may speak to, {Steps 
 aside.) 
 
 {Enter Colin.) 
 
 Colin. The murrain light upon this Fish Street Hill, where- 
 ever it may be. I would it had na' got its name for naught, 
 that I might fairly smell it out, for I am clear bewaldered. 
 Johnny Groat's house would as soon be found, as this same 
 Bradgemore's. One cries, turn o' this hand, one o' that ; 
 t'other stares and grins, forsooth, because I hanna' got the mod- 
 ern gabble on my tongue, but speak the language in its auncient 
 purity. Hoot ! this mon seems of a batter sort, and, peradven- 
 ture, would concede an answer. Speed you, gentleman, I pray 
 you, which way leads to Fish Street Hill ? 
 
 Auh, This' is Fish Street Hill. 
 
 Col. Gadzooks ! and that's the reason I could find it na' 
 where alse. Ken ye one Bradgemore's, may I ask ? 
 
 Aub. He used to live in yonder house, with the great gates ; 
 but it is many years since I have been in England. 
 
 Col. V fahh, you need na' tell me that ; I apprehend as 
 much, from your civility. 
 
 Auh. Give me leave, now, in my turn, to ask you a few 
 questions. 
 
 Coh With aw my heart ; you have good right ; you may 
 interrogate me freely. 
 
 Auh. You are acquainted with this Bridgemore ? 
 
 Coh I am. 
 
 Auh. And with his family ? 
 
 CoL I am. 
 
 Auh, And what does it consist of? 
 
 Col. Troth, of a spouse and daughter. 
 
 Auh. Are they all 1 
 
 Col. Ay, and enough, in aw good reason ; the de'il, sir, in 
 his vengeance, need na' add a third. 
 
 A^d). But, to be serious ; tell me, I beseech you, do you 
 know of no one else in Mr. Bridgemore's family 1 
 
 CoL Of none. 
 
 Auh. What do I hear? Pray recollect yourself, honest 
 friend ; has no young lady, of the name of Aubrey, come with- 
 in your knowledge ? 
 
 Col. Ay, ay, poor lassie ; she once lived with Bradgemore ; 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. ' 415 
 
 the worse luck hers, but that is over ; she has got her liberty ; 
 she's now released. 
 
 Aub. I understand you — she is dead. 
 Col. Dead ! Heaven forefend ! An' you would give me 
 time, I would ha' told you she's released from yon fat fellow's 
 tyranny. Na' more ; out on him filthy porpoise ! aw the bow- 
 els in his belly, though he has got gude store, dunna' contain 
 one grain of pity. Troth, with his gude will, she might ha' 
 starved and perished in the streets. 
 
 Aub. What is't you tell me 1 In the same breath, you bring 
 my hopes to life, and murder them again. Starved in the 
 streets ! I thought she had an affluent fortune. 
 
 Col. In virtue, sir — nought else ; and that will not pass cur- 
 rent for a dinner. Zooks ! and I mysall, by heaven's gude 
 Providence, had na' stapt in, upon the very nick of time, my 
 life upon't, she had been lost. 
 
 Aub, Distraction ! how this racks my heart. 
 Col. Ay, and mine too. Ecod, it gave it sic a pull, I can- 
 na', for the sol of me, get it back into its place again. 
 
 Aub. Come to my arms, then, whosoever thou art, and 
 wonder not, for thou hast saved my daughter ! 
 
 Col. Daughter ! gadzooks ! you make my heart jump to my 
 laps for joy. Are you Miss Aubrey's father? 
 Aub. I am her father. 
 
 Col. An' if I'd found mine awn, I could na' been more 
 happy. Wall, wall, I hope you'll merit your gude fortune ; by 
 my sol, you've got an angel of a child. But where have you 
 been buried aw the while ? for we believed you dead. 
 
 Aub. You shall hear all my story, but this is no fit place to 
 tell it in ; satisfy me, first, if my poor child is safe. 
 
 Col. Fear nought, she's safe with Maister Mortimer ; I laft 
 her but this moment. 
 
 Aub. Who is Mr. Mortimer? 
 
 Col. Why, Maister Mortimer is one who does a thousand 
 noble acts, without the credit of one ; his tongue wounds, and 
 his heart makes whole ; he must be known, and not described. 
 An you will bait awhile in yonder tavern, till I come from 
 Bradgemore's, I'll accompany you to your daughter. 
 
 Aub. Agreed. I fear I've been mistaken in this Bridge- 
 more. Three years ago I consigned to him a cargo of great 
 value from Scanderoon ; if he has robbed me — but, till I've 
 seen my daughter, I'll suspend my inquiry. Step with me into 
 yonder tavern ; there we'll concert the means of bringing 
 
416 RHETORICAL DIALOGITES. 
 
 Bridgemore to an interview at Mr. Mortimer's. Come, my 
 good benefactor, how fortunate was this meeting I I long to 
 know to whom I owe this happiness. (^Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 2. — Bridgemore's Counting-house. 
 
 [Enter Bridgemore and Napthali.) 
 
 Bridgemore. So, these are the bonds. 
 
 NapfhalL Yes, take 'em ; this is a memorandum of the 
 premium on five thousand, and this the private contract for ex- 
 traordinary interest. ( Gives papers, ) 
 
 Bridge. Good, friend Napthaii. The bonds give legal in- 
 terest, and this doubles it. There, there ; lie by and breed. 
 But, hark ye : hast brought the abstract of the sale of the Nep- 
 tune's cargo ? 
 
 Nap. Aubrey's consignment, you mean. 
 
 Bridge. Tho same ; but, mum ! that's between you and 
 me. Close, close, my little Napthali. 
 
 Nap. A broker, and betray his principal ! That's not my 
 vay ; there is no senses in that. Here I have make out your 
 account ; 'tis very coot bargain I have make, considering dia- 
 mond is a drug. 
 
 Bridge. Why, this tells well ; it mounts. The raw silk 
 was old gold ; the carpeting and cottons not amiss ; and, whuh ! 
 the rhubarb — ■ 
 
 Nap. Ah ! sir, but vat is that ? Look at the coffee ! 
 
 Bridge. Politics account for that ; while newspapers bear 
 price, coffee will hold its own. This rupture with the Russians 
 was in our favor here. 
 
 Nap. Ay, ay ; a charming stroke. War is a very coot 
 thing, and then the plague ; a blessed circumstance, tank heav- 
 en — coot seven per cent. 
 
 Bridge. Let me see ; — altogether, 'tis a thumping sum ; it 
 netted forty thousand. Where's the conscience, Napthali, that 
 would'nt strain a point for forty thousand pounds ? 
 
 Nap. Oh ! 'tis all fair in the vay of trade ; you could not 
 strike a jury out of Johnalhan's that wouldn't acquit you. Well, 
 Mr. Bridgemore, any thing more in my vay ? 
 
 Bridge. Nothing at present. Did you call at Lloyd's ? 
 
 Nap. Odso ! well recollected ! The Seahorse is arrived 
 from Scanderoon, she that had such high insurance upon her. 
 
 Bridge. What d'ye hear ? What passengers come in her 1 
 Is she at Stangate creek ? 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 417 
 
 Nap. No, in the pool. She brought clean bills of health 
 from Leghorn. 
 
 Bridge. Go, go ; you have given me an ague-fit ; the name 
 of Scanderoon sets all my teeth a chattering. [Exit Naplhali.) 
 Weil, would it had been possible to have kept my secret from 
 that fellow. — The Seahorse come at lavSt? Why, be it so. 
 What ails me ? .What possesses me? If she brings news of 
 Aubrey's death, I'm a whole man ; ay, and a warm one, too. 
 How now ! who's there ? 
 
 [Enter Colin Madeod.) 
 
 Col. Cawdie Macleod, a ragged Highlander, so please you ; 
 a wretched gaelly, under favor of your raverence ; na' better. 
 
 Bridge. I recollect you now, for one of my Lord Abber- 
 ville's retinue. Well, you have some inquiries to make about 
 Miss Aubrey ? 
 
 Col. Ecod, your close upon the mark. 
 
 Bridge. I guessed as much ; but she is gone from hence, 
 and you may follow. 
 
 Col. Out on thee, ragamuffin ! An I were not bound to 
 secrecy, I'd give thee sic a pull, should lead that weam of thine 
 the de'il a dance. [Aside.) 
 
 Bridge. No, master Colin ; your Scotch policy will stand 
 you in no stead this turn. 
 
 Col. Then I'll forswear my country. Well, you wuU na' 
 have my message, then I mun gang bock to Maister Mortimer, 
 and tell the Turkish trader you'll na' see him. 
 
 Bridge. Hold, hold ! what trader do you speak of? 
 
 Col, Of one that's comed a passenger from Scanderoon, 
 aboard the — what d'ye call the vessel"? The Seahorse, I take it. 
 
 Bridge. What? who ? It is not Aubrey. 
 
 CoL Gude faith, I would it were ; the mon is dead. 
 
 Bridge. Which man is dead ? the passenger, or Aubrey? 
 
 Col. Hoot ! can't you think 'tis Aubrey ? By your leave, 
 truth, awhile ; you will na' take it much to heart, an I make use 
 of falsehood to detect itsall. {Aside.) 
 
 Bridge. I'll go to Mr. Mortimer's; I'll go with all my 
 heart. Give me your hand ; I ask your pardon heartily, my 
 honest friend. And so he's dead, you say ; you're sure he's 
 dead. Pray, what distemper did he die of? 
 
 Col. When a man's in his grave, what matters what distem- 
 per laid him there ? 
 
 Bridge, That's true ; that's true enough. Pray you, sit 
 
418 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 down ; Pll just run up and tell my wife and daughter. Shall I 
 meet a welcome, think you ? 
 
 CoL Ay, sic a one as you don't look for, take my word. 
 
 Bridge. I am a new man ; I walk upon the air. [Exit.) 
 
 Coh Ecod ! the project takes ; 1 drew for the cock bird, 
 and have taken the whole covey. 
 
 [Enter NapthaH^ hastily.) 
 
 Nap. Ods my life, Mr. Bridgemore, I forgot — Who's there ; 
 that crafty Scotchman ? 
 
 CoL Hold, hold ! friend Napthali ; you and I munna part ; 
 you must keep pace with me to Maister Mortimer's. 
 
 Nap, To Mr. Mortimer's ? Impossible ; why, I must be 
 at bank, sir ; I must be at Johnathan's. I've forty bargains to 
 settle. I shall have half the coffee-house on my back. Would 
 you make me a lame duck ? 
 
 Col. Duck, or no duck, ecod ! sir, you must travel. [Drags 
 him out.) 
 
 Scene 3, — Mortimer's Library. 
 
 (Mortimer discovered. — Enter Colin Macleod.) 
 
 Col. Bless you, gude Maister Mortimer, I hanna' slept in 
 your commission. Yon fat fellow upon Fish Street Hill is on 
 his march ; the plot is thickening, you mun know, apace, and 
 you same buzzard canna' spy it out. 
 
 Mortimer. What plot is thickening ? 
 
 CoL Zooks ! mon, you shall behold as pretty a discovery, 
 come the time, as ever your eyes looked upon : but aw things 
 in their course ; I mun gang home the whilst, but I'll be quickly 
 bock again, d'ye see ? 
 
 Mort. Do so, my friend, and, hark ye ! tell your lord I beg 
 half an hour's conversation with him, when and where he 
 pleases. 
 
 CoL I shall do that ; but you mun know, while I was on 
 my way, 1 crossed upon a gentleman of no vulgar presence, 
 and, considering he has sojourned for a pretty many years with 
 none but such as we denominate barbarians, as courteous in his 
 manners as your heart could wish. 
 
 Mort. That accounts for it. Well, what of him ? 
 
 CoL With your leave, Maister Mortimer, he'll tell you his own 
 errand ; troth, he wuU'd me introduce him to you ; he's without. 
 
 Mort. Admit him. 
 
 CoL Gude faith, he has done that for himsall ; he's not ha* 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 319 
 
 bituated to our ceremonies. Maister Mortimer, I pray heaven 
 take you to its holy keeping till I see you again. (Exit.) 
 {Enter Aubrey.) 
 
 Aub. Sir, your most humble servant. Can you forgive the 
 intrusion of a stranger? 
 
 Mori. A stranger, sir, is welcome — I cannot always say as 
 much to an acquaintance. 
 
 Aub. I plainly see your experience of mankind, by the value 
 you put upon them. 
 
 MorU True, sir ; I've visited the world from artic to eclip- 
 tic, as a surgeon does an hospital, and find all men sick of some 
 distemper. The impertinent part of mankind are so busy, the 
 busy so impertinent, and both so incurably addicted to lying, 
 cheating, and betraying, that their case is desperate ; no corro- 
 sive can eat deep enough to bottom the corruption. 
 
 Aub. Well, sir, with such good store of mental provision 
 about you, you may stand out a siege against society ; your 
 books are companions you can never be tired of. 
 
 Mort. Why, truly, their company is more tolerable than that 
 of their authors would be. I can bear them on my shelves, 
 though I should be sorry to see the impertinent puppies who 
 wrote them : however, sir, I can quarrel with my books, too, 
 when they offend my virtue or my reason. But I'm taking up 
 your time ; the honest Scotchman, who announced you, told me 
 you had something of importance to communicate to me. 
 
 Aub. I have. I'm told I am your debtor, and I came with 
 a design to pay you down such thanks as your benevolence well 
 merits ; but I perceive already you are one whom great pro- 
 fessions would annoy ; whose principle is virtue, and whose ret- 
 ribution arises from within. 
 
 Mort. Pray, sir, no more of this ; if you have any thing 
 to request, propose it : I'd rather much be told what I may do 
 for you, than reminded of what I may have done. 
 
 Aub. I readily believe you ; and, according to your humor, 
 will address you. 1 own you may confer a benefit upon me ; 
 'tis in your power, Mr. Mortimer, to make me the happiest of 
 all mankind, 
 
 Mori. Give me your hand ; why now you speak good sense ; 
 Hike this well : let us do good, sir, and not talk about it ; show 
 but how I may give happiness to you, with innocence to myself, 
 and I shall be the person under obligation. 
 
 Aub. This, then, it is : you have a young person under 
 your protection, a lady of the name of Aubrey — 
 
420 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 MorL I have. 
 
 Aub, Resign her to my care. 
 
 Mort. Sir ! 
 
 Aub. Put her into my hands : I am rich, sir ; I can support 
 her. 
 
 MorL You're insolent, or grossly ignorant, to think I would 
 betray a trust, a sacred trust ; she is a ward of virtue : 'tis from 
 want, 'tis from oppression, I protect Miss Aubrey. Who are 
 you, that think to make a traitor of me ? 
 
 Aub. Your zeal does honor to you ; yet if you persist in it, 
 and spite of my protest hold out, your constancy will be no 
 virtue : it must take another name. 
 
 Mori. What other name ? Throw off your mystery, and 
 tell me why. 
 
 Aub. Because — 
 
 Mort. Ay, let us hear your cause. 
 
 Aub. Because I am her father. 
 
 Mori. Do 1 live ? 
 
 Aub. Yes, in my heart, while I have life or memory. That 
 dear, injured girl, whom you so honorably protect, is my daugh-' 
 ter. The overflowings of a father's heart, bless and reward 
 you ! You, whom I know not, and that poor Highlander, out 
 of his small pittance, have, under Providence, preserved my 
 child ; whilst Bridgemore, whom 1 raised from penury, and 
 trusted with the earnings of my travel, has abandoned and de- 
 frauded her. 
 
 Mort. Oh ! mother nature, thou'lt compel me to forswear 
 thee. 
 
 Aub, Ah ! sir, you feel the villainy of man in every vein ; 
 I am more practised, and behold it only with a sigh. Colin and 
 I have laid a little plot to draw this Bridgemore hither : he be- 
 lieves me dead, and thinks he is to meet a person at your house, 
 who can relate particulars of my death ; in which case, it is 
 clear, he means to sink a capital consignment I sent him about 
 three years since, and turn my daughter on the world. 
 
 Mort. Well, let him come ; next to the satisfaction I receive 
 in the prosperity of an honest man, I am best pleased with the 
 confusion of a rascal. [Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 4. — An apartment in Mortimer's House. 
 
 {Morlimer, Aubrey^ and Naptliali, discovered.) 
 Mort. And these are all the money dealings you have had 
 with Lord Abberville 1 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 421 
 
 Nap. That is the amount of his debt ; the bonds and con- 
 tracts are in Bridgemore's hands. 
 
 Mori, You see your money has not slept in Bridgemore's 
 keeping : your consignment, Mr. Aubrey, fs put to pretty good 
 interest. (Mortimer looks over his papers.) 
 
 Nap, Aubrey ! Is your name Aubrey, may I ask ? 
 
 Aub. It is. 
 
 Nap. Have you had any dealings with Mr. Bridgemore ? 
 
 Aub. To my cost. 
 
 Nap, Did you consign him merchandise from Scanderoon ? 
 
 Aub, I am the person who was guilty of that folly. 
 
 Nap. Bridgemore, I believe, thought you were dead. 
 
 Aub. I take it for granted he would gladly have me so. 
 But do you know any thing of that consignment ? 
 
 Nap. Eh ! Do I know of it ? I had better make a friend 
 of him ; 'tis up with Bridgemore, fait ; there is no senses in 
 serving him any longer, {^side.) Why, you shall know, sir, 
 I was Bridgemore's broker for your merchandise : here is the 
 abstract of the net proceeds. (Gives a paper to Aubrey.) 
 
 Mori. That's lucky, as I live. I see an honest man can 
 never want weapons to defeat a knave. And pray, sir, what 
 might be your profit on this sale : double commission for a 
 breach of trust ; that is the rule of the trade, I think ? 
 
 Nap. I work as others : I do nothing below market price. 
 
 Mort.^ You're right, sir, 'twould be starving many an hon- 
 est family, if you made roguery too cheap : but get you gone 
 together to my library ; I observe a person coming, who will 
 interrupt you. (^Aside.) Harkye ! Mr. Aubrey, have an eye 
 to our Jew. 
 
 Aub. Trust him to me ; Fm pretty well accustomed to their 
 dealings. (Exeunt.) 
 
 (Enter a Servant, introducing Bridgemore.) 
 
 Serv. Please to walk in here ; my master will wait upon 
 you immediately. 
 
 Bridge. Nobody here ! Harkye, friend, I expected to meet 
 a stranger, a gentleman just landed from Scanderoon. Know 
 you of such an one ? 
 
 Srev. He is now in the house, and, with Mr. Mortimer, 
 will wait upon you presently. (Exit.) 
 
 Bridge. That's well, that's well ; as for old Surlyboots, I 
 could well spare his company : 'tis a strange dogged fellow, 
 and execrated by all mankind. 
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422 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 [Enter Mortimer.) 
 
 Mori. Mr. Bridgemore, you come here upon a melancholy 
 errand. 
 
 Bridge. True, sir ; but death, you know, is common to all 
 men : I looked to meet a gentleman here ; this is all lost time ; 
 I hope to receive information that will reward me for the chari- 
 ty bestowed upon poor Aubrey's unworthy daughter. 
 
 Mort. Charity ! Hold your audacious tongue : let con- 
 science keep you silent. We are, sir, now alone ; and if it 
 needs must be that one of us shall come to shame, 'tis well we 
 are so. It is thought I am a hard, unfeeling man ; let it be so ; 
 you shall have justice, notwithstanding : innocence requires no 
 more. You are accused ; defend yourself. 
 
 Bridge. Accused of what ? and who is my accuser ? 
 
 Mort. A man ; and you shall face him like a man. Who 
 waits? — [Enter Servant.) — Desire the stranger to come hither. 
 (Exit Servant.) Fear nothing ; we're enough to try this ques- 
 tion ; where the human heart is present, and the appeal is made 
 to heaven, no jury need be summoned. Here is a stranger has 
 the confidence to say, that your pretensions to charity are false ; 
 nay, he arraigns your honesty ; a charge injurious to any man, 
 but mortal to a trader, and leveled at the vital root of his pro- 
 fession. 
 
 Bridge. Ay, 'tis the Turkey merchant, 1 suppose ; let him 
 come in ; I know upon what ground 1 stand, and am afraid of 
 no man living. 
 
 Mort. We shall try that. [Aside.) Do you know this 
 gentleman ? 
 
 [Enter Aubrey.) 
 
 Bridge. Aubrey ! 
 
 A,ub. Thou wretch. 
 
 Bridge. He lives ! 
 
 Aub. To thy confusion. — Raised by the bounty of my 
 family, is this your gratitude ? When in the bitterness of my 
 distress, I put an infant daughter in your hands, the last weak 
 scion of a noble stock, was it to rob me, you received her 1 
 To plunder and defraud an helpless orphan, as you thought her, 
 and rise upon the ruins of your benefactor's fortune ? 
 
 Bridge. Oh ! I am trepanned. How shall I look^ my 
 wife and daughter in the face ? [Aside.) 
 
 Aub. Wiiere have you lodged the money I deposited with 
 you, at parting ? I find my daughter destitute. What have 
 you done with the remittances 1 sent from time to time 1 But, 
 
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COMIC AND AMUSING. 423 
 
 above all, where is the produce of the Neptune's cargo ? Vil- 
 lain, look here, 1 have the proofs ; this is the abstract of the 
 sale ; if you dispute it, I ann here provided with a witness, 
 your Jew broker, ready at hand, to attest it to your face. 
 
 Bridge. Expose me not ; I will refund to the last farthing : 
 I dispute nothing ; call him not in. 
 
 Mort. There's no occasion for witnesses, when a man 
 j)!eads guilty. Let him escape, he's detected ; let his con- 
 science add the rest. 
 
 ^ub. It shall be so. There, sir, your pardon be your pun- 
 ishment ; it was my money only, you attempted ; my choicest 
 treasure you have left untouched. Now, go and profit by this 
 meeting : I will not expose you ; learn of your fraternity, a 
 more honorable practice, and let integrity forever remain the 
 inseparable characteristic of an English merchant. {Exeunt.) 
 
 XXIX.— FROM THE WEST mi>lK^.— Cumberland. 
 
 LADY RIJSPOET — CHARLOTTE RUSPOHT, HER DAUGHTER-IN-LAW 
 
 CHARLES DUDLEY, NEPHEW TO LADY RUSPORT MAJOR o'f LAG- 
 
 HERTY, AN IRISH OFFICER VARLAND, A LAWYER. 
 
 Scene 1 . — A Room in Lady Rusport's House. 
 
 (Enter Lady Rusport and Charlotte.) 
 
 Lady Rusport. Miss Rusport, I desire to hear no more of 
 Captain Dudley and his destitute family ; not a shilling of mine 
 shall ever cross the hands of any of them. Because my sister 
 chose to marry a beggar, am I bound to support him and his 
 posterity 1 
 
 Charlotte. I think you are. 
 
 L. Rus. You think I am ! And pray, where do you find the 
 law that tells you so ? 
 
 Char. I am not proficient enough to quote chapter and verse ; 
 but I lake charity to be a main article in the great statute of 
 Christianity. 
 
 L Rus, Charity, indeed ! And pray, miss, are you sure that 
 it is charity, pure charity, which moves you to plead for Captain 
 Dudley ? Amongst all your pity, do you find no spice of a 
 certain anti-spiritual passion, called love ? Don't mistake your- 
 self; your are not saint, child, believe me. And I am apt to 
 
424 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 think the distresses of old Dudley and his daughter would never 
 break your heart, if there was not a certain young fellow of 
 two-and-twenty in the case, who, by the happy recommendation 
 of a good person, and the brilliant appointment of an ensign, 
 will, if I am not mistaken, cozen you out of a fortune of twice 
 twenty thousand pounds, when you are of age to bestow it upon 
 him. 
 
 Char. A nephew of your ladyship can never want any other 
 recommendation with me ; and if my partiality for Charles 
 Dudley is acquitted by the rest of the world, 1 hope Lady Rus- 
 port will not condemn me for it. 
 
 if. Rus» I condemn you ! I thank heaven, Miss Rusport, 
 I am no ways responsible for your conduct, nor is it any concern 
 of mine how you dispose of yourself; you are not my daughter, 
 and when I married your father, poor Sir Stephen Rusport, I 
 found you a forward, spoiled miss of fourteen, far above being 
 instructed by me. 
 
 Char, Perhaps your ladyship calls this instruction. 
 
 L. Rus. You are strangely pert. But it is no wonder ; 
 your mother, I am told, was a fine lady, and brought you up ac- 
 cordingly. It was not so in my young days ; there was then 
 some decorum in the world, some subordination, as the great 
 Locke expresses it. Oh ! twas an edifying sight to see the re- 
 gular deportment observed in our family; no giggling, no gos- 
 siping, was going on there. My good father, Sir Oliver Round- 
 head, never was seen to laugh himself, nor ever allowed it in 
 any of his children. 
 
 Char. Aye, those were happy times, indeed ! 
 
 L. Rus. But in this forward age, we have coquettes in the 
 egg shell, and philosophers in the cradle ; girls of fifteen, who 
 lead the fashion in new caps and new opinions, who have their 
 sentiments and their sensations ; and the idle fops encourago 
 them in it. O, my conscience, I wonder what it is the men can 
 see in such babies ! 
 
 Char. True, madam ; but all men do not overlook the ma- 
 turer beauties of your ladyship's age ; witness Major O. Flag- 
 herty — there's an example of some discernment. I declare to 
 you, when your ladyship is by, the major takes no more notice 
 of me, than if I were a piece of furniture. 
 
 L. Rus. The major, child, has traveled through various 
 kingdoms and climates, and has more enlarged notions of fe- 
 male merit, than falls to the lot of an English home-bred lover. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 425 
 
 In most other countries, no woman on your side forty, would 
 ever be named in a polite circle. 
 
 Char. Right, madam. I've been told that in Vienna they 
 have coquettes upon crutches, and a lover there celebrates the 
 wrinkles, ^not the dimples, in his mistress' face. The major, I 
 think, has resided there. 
 
 L. Rus, Are you piqued, my young madam ? Had my 
 sister Louisa yielded to the addresses of one of Maj. O'Flag- 
 herty's person and appearance, she would have had some ex- 
 cuse ; but to run away as she did, at the age of sixteen too, with 
 a man of old Dudley's sort — 
 
 Char. Was, in my opinion, the most venial trespass that 
 ever a girl of sixteen committed. Of a noble family, and sound 
 understanding, what accomplishment was there wanting in 
 Captain Dudley, but that of which the prodigality of his an- 
 cestors deprived him. 
 
 L. Rus^ They left him as much as he deserves. Has not 
 the old man a captain's half pay ; and is not the son an ensign ? 
 (^Wiih a sneer.) 
 
 Char. An ensign ! Alas, poor Charles ! would to heaven 
 he knew how my heart feels and suffers for him. 
 {^Servant enters.) 
 
 Servant. Ensign Dudley, to wait upon your ladyship. 
 
 L. Rus. Who? Dudley? what,. can have brought him to 
 town ? 
 
 Char. Dear madam, it is Charles Dudley, your nephew. 
 
 L. Rus. Nephew ! I renounce him as my nephew ; Sir 
 Oliver renounced him as a grandson. Wasn't he son of the 
 eldest daughter, and only male descendant of Sir Oliver, and 
 didn't he cut him off with a shilling ? Didn't the poor, dear 
 man, leave his whole fortune to me ? And depend upon it, not 
 a penny of that fortune shall ever be disposed of otherwise than 
 according to the will of the donor. (Charles Dudley enters.) 
 So, young man, what brings you to town ? 
 
 Dudley. Business. 
 
 L. Rus. Business, indeed ! And where is your father, 
 child, and your sister ? Are they in town too ? 
 
 Dud, They are. 
 
 JL. Rus. Ridiculous. I don't know what people do in Lon- 
 don, who have no money to spend in it. 
 
 Char. Dear madam, speak more kindly to your nephew ; 
 how can you oppress a youth of his sensibility ? 
 
 L. Rus. Miss Rusport, I insist upon your retiring to your 
 36* 
 
426 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 apartment ; when I want your advice, I will send for you. (Exit 
 Charlotte.) So, you have put on the red coat too, as well as 
 your father ; 'tis plain what value you set upon the good advice 
 Sir Oliver used to give you ; how often has he cautioned you 
 against tiie army ? 
 
 Dud. Had it pleased my grandfather to enable me to have 
 obeyed this caution, I would have done so ; but you well know 
 how destitute I am. Necessity, and not choice, determined me. 
 
 L. Rus. Well, well, take your own course ; 'tis no concern 
 of mine ; you never consulted me. 
 
 Dud. I frequently wrote to your ladyship, but could obtain 
 no answer : and since my grandfather's death, this is the first 
 opportunity I have had of waiting upon you. 
 
 L. Rus. (Affectedly,) I must desire you not to mention the 
 death of that dear, good man, in my hearing : my spirits cannot 
 support it. 
 
 Dud. I shall obey you ; permit me to say, that as that 
 event has richly supplied you with materials of bounty, the dis- 
 tresses of my family can furnish you with objects of it. 
 
 L. Rus. The distresses of your family, child, are quite out 
 of the question at present. Had Sir Oliver been pleased to 
 consider them, I should have been well content : but he has 
 absolutely taken no notice of you in his will, and that to me 
 must and shall be law. Tell your father and your sister I total- 
 ly disapprove of their coming up to town. 
 
 Dud. Must 1 tell him that, before your ladyship knows the 
 motive that brought him hither ? Allured by the offer of exchang. 
 ing for a commission on full pay, the veteran, after thirty years' 
 service, prepares to encounter the fatal heats of Senegambia, 
 but wants a small supply to equip him for his expedition. 
 {Servant enters.) 
 
 Serv. Major O'Flagherty, to wait on your ladyship. 
 (Major enters. ) 
 
 O^FIagherfy. Spare your speeches, sir; don't you think her 
 ladyship can take my word for that! 1 hope, madam, 'tis evi- 
 dence enough of my being present, when 1 have the honour of 
 telling you so myself 
 
 L. Rus. Major O'Flagherty, I am rejoiced to see you. 
 You see, child, I am engaged. 
 
 Dud. I shall not intrude upon your ladyship's more agree- 
 able engagements. I presume I have my answer. 
 
 L. Rus. Your answer, child ! What answer do you expect? 
 Or, how can your romantic father suppose that 1 am to abet 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 427 
 
 him in all his idle and extravagant undertakings. Come, major, 
 let me show you the way into my dressing room, and let us 
 leave this young adventurer to his meditation. {Exit.) 
 
 Maj. 1 follow you, my lady. Young gentleman, your obe- 
 dient. [Aside.) Upon my conscience, as fine a fellow as I'd 
 wish to clap my eyes on. Fare thee well, honey, whoever thou 
 art. {ExiL) 
 
 Bud. So much for the virtues of my aunt. {Going.) 
 {Enter Miss Rusport.) 
 
 Char. Stop, stay a moment. Charles, whither are you 
 going in such haste 1 
 
 Dud. Miss Rusport, what are your commands? 
 
 Char. Why so reserved ? We used to answer to no other 
 names than Charles and Cliarlotte. 
 
 Dud. What ails you, you've been weeping ? 
 
 Char. No, no ; or if I have, your eyes are full too. — But 
 I've a thousand things to say to you. Have you taken lodg- 
 ings 1 
 
 Dud, I have ; but why should you desire to find us out ? 
 'Tis a poor, little, inconvenient place ; my sister has no apart- 
 ment fit to receive you in. 
 
 {Enter Servant.) 
 
 Serv. Madam, my lady desires your company. 
 
 Char. I am coming. Good bye, Charles. {Exeunt^ in dif. 
 f event directions.) 
 
 Scene 2. 
 
 {Lady Rusport enters., leaning on Major O^Flagherty.) 
 
 O^Flag. Rest yourself upon my arm — never spare it, 'tis 
 strong enough. It has stood harder service than you can put 
 it to. 
 
 {Enter Charlotte.) 
 
 Char, Mercy on me, what is the matter ? Has your lady- 
 ship had an accident ? 
 
 L. Rus. O, Charlotte, the most dreadful one in nature ; I 
 know not how I shall repair it. 
 
 O'Flag. Never go about to repair it, my lady ; even build 
 a new one — 'twas a very crazy piece of furniture, at best. 
 
 Char, Bless me, has the old chariot broke down with you 
 again ? 
 
 L, Rus. Broke, child ! I don't know what wouldn't have 
 
428 EHETOEICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 been broke, if by great good fortune, this obliging gentleman 
 had not been at hand to assist me. 
 
 Char. Dear madam, let me run and fetch you a cup of the 
 cordial drops. (Exit.) 
 
 L. Rus. Do, Charlotte. Alas, sir, ever since I lost my bus- 
 band, my poor nerves have been shook to pieces ; there hangs 
 his beloved picture ; that precious relic, and a plentiful jointure, 
 are all that remain to console me for that best of men. Yes,, 
 he has gone and left me a poor, weak, solitary widow, behind 
 him. 
 
 O^FIag. By all means, then, take a strong, able, hearty 
 man, to repair his loss. Dennis O'Flagherty, no doubt, is as 
 good. 
 
 L. Rus. What are you a going to say ? Do not shock my 
 ears with any comparisons, I beseech you. 
 
 O^Flag. Not I, by my soul. There's no comparison m 
 the case. 
 
 {Enter Charlotte.) 
 ^ L. Rus. O, are you come ? Give me the drops, I'm all in 
 a flutter. 
 
 L. Rus. {After drinking.) Well, major, did you give old 
 Dudley my letter, and will the silly man do as I bid him, and 
 be gone ? 
 
 O^Flag. You are obeyed ; he's on his march. 
 
 L. Rus. That's well ; you've managed the matter to per- 
 fection ; I did not think he would have been so easily prevailed 
 upon. 
 
 Char. {Aside.) This is too much ; I'll see them, ere I sleep. 
 {Exit.) 
 
 O^Flag. No difficulty at all. He went at the first word. 
 'Twas the very thing he had determined to do before I came, 
 I never met a more engaging man. 
 
 L. Rus. Well, 'tis no matter, so I am but rid of them and 
 their distresses. Would you believe it. Major O'Flagherty, it 
 was but this morning he sent a begging to me for money to fit 
 him out upon some wild goose expedition to the coast of Africa? 
 
 O^Flag. Well, you sent him what he wanted ? 
 
 X. Rus. I sent him what he deserved, a flat refusal. 
 
 O^Flag. You refused him ! 
 
 if. Rus. Most undoubtedly. 
 
 CFlag. You sent him nothing ! 
 
 X. Rus. No a shilling. 
 
 O^Flag, Good morning to you — your servant — {Going.) 
 
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COMIC AND AMUSING. 429 
 
 L. Rus. Hey day! what ails the man? Where are you 
 going ? 
 
 O'Flag, Out of your house, before the roof falls on my head, 
 and back to poor Dudley, to share with him the little money that 
 thirty years' hard service has left me. I wish it was more, for 
 his sake. 
 
 L, Rus, Very well, sir, take your own course, I shan't at- 
 tempt to stop you. 1 shall survive it ; it will not break my 
 heart, if I never see you more. 
 
 O^Flag, Break your heart ! No, o' my conscience will it 
 not. You preach and you pray, and you turn up your eyes, 
 and all the while are as hard-hearted as a hyena. (Exit.) 
 
 L. Rus. A hyena, truly ! Very well, Major Dennis O'Flag- 
 herty ! 
 
 {Enter Servant.) 
 
 Sei-vant. An elderly gentleman, who says his name is Var- 
 land, desires leave to wait on your ladyship. 
 
 L. Rus. Show him in. {Exit Servant.) The very man 
 I wish to see ; he was Sir Oliver's solicitor, and privy to all his 
 affairs; he doubtless brings some good tidings, some fresh 
 mortgage, or another bond come to light ; they start up every 
 day. ( Varland enters.) Mr. Varland, I'm glad to see you ; 
 you're heartily welcome, honest Mr. Varland ; you and I have 
 not met since our late irreparable loss ; how have you passed 
 your time, this age ? 
 
 Var. Truly, my lady, ill enough. I thought I must have 
 followed good Sir Oliver. 
 
 L. Rus. Alack a day, poor man ! Well, Mr. Varland, you 
 find me here overwhelmed with trouble, and torn to pieces with 
 a multiplicity of affairs ; a great fortune poured upon me un- 
 sought for and unexpected ; but it was my good father's will 
 and pleasure it should be so, and I must submit. 
 
 Yar, Your ladyship inherits under a will made in the year 
 forty-five, immediately after Captain Dudley's marriage with 
 your sister. 
 
 L. Rus. I do so, Mr. Varland, I do so. 
 
 Var. I well remember it ; I engrossed every syllable ; but 
 I am surprised to find your ladyship set so little store by this 
 vast accession. 
 
 L. Rus. Why, you know, Mr. Varland, I am a moderate 
 woman ; I had enough before ; a small matter satisfies me ; and 
 Sir Stephen, my late dear husband, took care I should not want 
 for that. 
 
430 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Var. Very true, very true, he did so ; and I am overjoyed 
 to find your ladyship in this disposition ; for truth to say, I was 
 not without apprehension, the news I have to connmunicate 
 would have been sonne prejudice to your ladyship's tranquillity. 
 
 JL. Rus. News, sir? What news have you for me ? 
 
 Var, Nay, nothing alarming in your present way of think- 
 ing. I have a will of Sir Oliver's, you have never seen. 
 
 L. Rus, A will ! Impossible ! How came you by it, pray ? 
 
 Var. I drew it up by his command, in his last illness, ft 
 will save you a world of trouble ; it gives his whole estate to his 
 grandson, Charles Dudley. 
 
 L. Rus. To Dudley ! His estate to Charles Dudley ! I 
 can't support it ! I shall faint ! You've killed me, you vile man ! 
 I never shall survive it ! 
 
 Var. Look'e there now ; I protest T thought you would 
 have rejoiced at being clear of the incumbrance. 
 
 L. Rus. 'Tis false, 'tis all a forgery concerted between you 
 and Dudley ; why else did I never hear of it before ? 
 
 Var. Have patience, my lady, and I will tell you. By 
 Sir Oliver's direction, I was to deliver this will into no hands 
 but his grandson's, Charles Dudley's. The young gentleman 
 happened to be then in Scotland ; 1 was dispatched thither in 
 search of him ; the hurry and fatigue of my journey brought on 
 a fever by the way, which confined me for several days. Upon 
 my recovery, I pursued my journey, found that young Dudley 
 had left Scotland in the interim, and am now directed hither, 
 where, as soon as I can find him, doubtless I shall discharge 
 my conscience, and fulfill my commission. 
 
 L. Rus, Dudley, then, as yet, knows nothing of this will ? 
 
 Var. Nothing ; that secret rests with me. 
 
 L, Rus. {Appears thoughtful a moment.) Come, Mr. Var- 
 land, if 'tis as you say, I must submit, I was somewhat flur- 
 ried at first, and forgot myself; I ask your pardon ; this is no 
 place to talk of business, for I hear footsteps. Come with me 
 into my room — we will there compare the will, and resolve ac- 
 cordingly. {Exeunt.) 
 
 {Enter O^Flagherty and Charlotte,) 
 
 Char, Whither were you running so hastily, major? 
 
 O^Flag. Out of the house, to Dudley. 
 
 Char. To Dudley ! 
 
 O^Flag. Aye, to Dudley. No fellow soldier shall ever 
 suffer, while O'Flagherty has a penny left to prevent it. 
 
 Char. Heaven bless you. But here comes my aunt, and 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 431 
 
 has cut off your retreat. What will you do ? you must not meet 
 her so soon after such a mortal affront. 
 
 O^Flag. Egad, I'll step behind this screen and listen ; a 
 good soldier must sometimes fight in ambush, as well as in the 
 open field. {Hides himself ^ and exit Charlotte.) 
 {Enter Lady Rusport and Varland.) 
 
 L. Rus. Sure, I heard sonme one talking with Charlotte. 
 Hark ! no, it could only be she, talking to herself, doubtless, or, 
 as she would say, to the imagination of her adored ensign. 
 Well, Mr. Varland, I think then we are agreed : you'll take 
 my money and put your conscience out of the way. 
 
 Var. Your father was my benefactor — his will ought to be 
 served ; but if 1 commit it to the flames, how will he be the 
 wiser ? Dudley, it is true, has done me no harm ; but five thou- 
 sand pounds will do me much good ; so, in short, madam, I 
 take your offer. I will confer with my clerk, who witnessed 
 the will, and to-morrow morning put it into your hands, upon 
 condition you put five thousand good pounds into mine. 
 
 L. Rus. 'Tis a bargain. I'll be ready for you; farewell, 
 good Mr. Varland. [Exit.) 
 
 Var. Let me consider. — Five thousand pounds prompt pay- 
 ment for destroying this scrap of paper, not worth five far- 
 things : 'tis a fortune easily earned ; yes, and 'tis another man's 
 fortune easily thrown away. 'Tis a good round sum to be paid 
 down at once for a bribe, but it is a rogue's trick in me to 
 take it. 
 
 O'Flag. {From behind the sereen,) So, so, this fellow speaks 
 truth to himself, though he lies to other people. 
 
 Var. 'Tis breaking the trust of my benefactor — that's a foul 
 crime ; but he's dead, and can never reproach me with it ; and 
 'tis robbing young Dudley of his lawful patrimony — that's a hard 
 case, but he's alive, and knows nothing of it. Were I assured 
 nov/ that Dudley would give me half the money for producing 
 this will, that Lady Rusport does for concealing it, I would 
 deal with him, and be an honest man at half price. I wish 
 every gentleman of my profession could lay his hand on his 
 heart, and say the same thing. 
 
 O'Flag. {Coming forward.) A bargain, old gentleman! 
 Nay, never start nor stare; you wasn't afraid of your own con- 
 science — never be afraid of me. 
 
 Var. Of you, sir ! who are you, pray ? 
 
 O'Flag. ril tell you who I am ; you seem to wish to be 
 honest, but want the heart to set about it ; now I'm the very 
 
432 EHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 man in the world to assist you, for if you do not give up the 
 paper 'this very instant, by the blood of my soul, I'll not leave 
 one whole bone in your skin that shan't be broken. 
 
 Var. What right have you, pray, to take this paper from me ? 
 
 O^Flag. What right have you, pray, to keep it from young 
 Dudley ? I don't know what it contains, but I am apt to think 
 it will be safer in my hands than in yours ; therefore, give it me 
 without more words, and save yourself a beating. 
 
 Var. Well, I may as well make a grace of necessity. 
 There, {giving him the paper,) I have acquitted my conscience 
 at the expense of five thousand pounds. 
 
 O^Flag. Five thousand pounds ! mercy on me ! When 
 there are such temptations in the law, can we wonder if some of 
 the corps are a disgrace to it ? 
 
 Var. Well, you have got the paper ; if you are an honest 
 man, give it to Charles Dudley. 
 
 O^Flag. An honest man ! Look at me, friend ; I am a sol- 
 dier — this is not the livery of a knave ; I am an Irishman, honey 
 — mine is not the country of dishonour. Now, sirrah, begone ; 
 and if you enter these doors, or give Lady Rusport the least 
 item of what has passed, I will cut off both your ears, and rob 
 the pillory of its due. (Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 3. — Captain Dudley's Lodgings. 
 
 {Enter O'Flagherty.) 
 
 CFlag. Joy, joy, joy ! sing, dance, leap, laugh for joy ! 
 Ha' done making love, and fall down on your knees to every 
 saint in the calendar, for they're all on your side, and honest 
 Saint Patrick at the head of them. 
 
 Charles. O, Charlotte, such an event ! By the luckiest 
 chance in life, we have discovered a will of my grandfather's, 
 made in his last illness, by which he cuts off Lady Rusport 
 with a small annuity, and leaves me heir to his whole estate. 
 
 Char. Is it possible? Then you will not stand in need 
 of my assistance. I almost hate this change of fortune. 
 
 Cap. Dudley. It is the work of Providence, not fortune ; 'tis 
 the justice of heaven, which would not suffer innocence to be 
 oppressed. 
 
 O^Flag. You shall pardon me. Captain Dudley, but you 
 must not overlook St. Patrick neither, for, by my soul, if he 
 had not put it into my head to slip behind the screen, when 
 
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COMIC AND AMUSING. 433 
 
 your righteous aunt and the lawyer were plotting together, I 
 don't see how you would ever have conne at the paper there. 
 
 Capt. Dud. True, my good friend, you are the father of this 
 discovery ; but how did you contrive to get this will fronn the 
 lawyer ? 
 
 O'Flag. By force, my dear — the only way of getting any 
 thing from a lawyer's clutches. 
 
 Capt. Dud. Well, major, when he brings his action of assault 
 and battery against you, the least Charles can do is to defend 
 you with the weapons you have put into his hands. 
 
 Charles. That I am bound to do ; and, after the happiness I 
 shall have in sheltering a father's age from the vicissitudes of 
 life, my next delight will be in offering you an asylum in the 
 bosom of your country. 
 
 O^Flag. And, upon my soul, my dear, 'tis high time I was 
 there, for 'tis now thirty long years since I sat foot in my native 
 country, and, by the power of St. Patrick, I think it's worth all 
 the rest of the world put together. 
 
 Capt. Dud. Aye, major, much about that time have I been 
 beating the round of service, and 'twere well for us both to 
 give over ; we have stood many a tough gale, and abundance 
 of hard blows ; but Charles shall lay us up in a little private, 
 but safe harbor, where we'll rest from our labors, and peace- 
 fully wind up the remainder of our days. 
 
 O'Flag. Agreed ; and you may take it as a proof of my 
 esteem, young man, that Dennis O'Flagherty accepts a favor 
 at your hands, for he would sooner starve than say I thank you, 
 to the man he despises. But 1 believe you are an honest lad, 
 and I'm glad you've trounced the old cat, for, on my conscience, 
 I believe I must otherwise have married her myself, to have let 
 you in for a share of her fortune. 
 
 Capt. Dud. And you, Charlotte — 
 
 Charles. Shall now be mine. {Taking her hand.) 
 
 Capt. Dud. What says my girl 1 
 
 O^Flag. Begging your pardon, now, 'tis a frivolous sort of 
 a question, that of yours ; for you may see plainly enough by 
 the young lady's looks, that she says a great deal, though she 
 speaks never a word. 
 
 {Enter Lady Rusport.) 
 
 L. Bus. Hey day ! mighty fine! mighty well ! kissing and 
 embracing ! Did ever any thing equal this ? Why, you shame- 
 less hussey ! But I won't condescend to waste a word upon 
 3'ou. You, sir — you. Major O'Flagherty — is this the principle 
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434 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 you trade upon? Is this your neighborly system, to entice 
 away headstrong daughters, that y®u may sacrifice them on 
 young, beggarly fortune hunters. 
 
 O^Flag. Be advised now, and don't put yourself in a pas- 
 sion ; we were all very happy, till you came. 
 
 L. Rus. Stand away, sir ; have I not reason to be in a 
 passion? 
 
 O^Flag. Indeed, honey, and you have, if you knew all. 
 
 L, Rus, (To Charlotte.) Come, madam, I have found out 
 your haunts ; dispose yourself to return home with me. Young 
 man, let me never see you within my doors again. And you^ 
 Captain Dudley, I shall report your behavior, depend on't. 
 
 Capt. Dud. Hold, madam ; I cannot consent to lose Miss 
 Rusport's company this evening, and, I am persuaded, you won't 
 insist upon it. It is an unmotherly action to interrupt your 
 daughter's happiness in this manner. 
 
 L. Rus. Her happiness, truly, upon my word ! And I 
 suppose it's an unmotherly action to interrupt her ruin, for what 
 but ruin must it be to marry a beggar ? I think my sister had a 
 proof of that, sir, when she made choice of you. 
 
 Capt. Dud. Don't be too lavish of your spirits, Lady Rus- 
 port. 
 
 O^Flag. By my soul, you'll have occasion for a sip of the 
 cordial elixir, bye and bye. Indeed, madam, Mr. Dudley can 
 hardly be called a beggar. 
 
 L. Rus. But, it appears to me, Major O'Flagherty, that a 
 pair of colors cannot furnish a settlement quite sufficient for the 
 heiress of Sir Stephen Rusport. 
 
 Char. But a good estate, in aid of a commission, may do 
 something. 
 
 L. Rus. A good estate, truly ! where should he get a good 
 estate, pray ? 
 
 Capt. Dud. Why, suppose now, a worthy old gentleman, 
 on his death-bed, should have taken it into his head to leave him 
 one. 
 
 L. Rus. Hah ! what's that you say ? 
 
 O^FIag. O ho ! you begin to smell a plot, do you ? 
 
 Capt. Dud. Suppose there should be a paper in the world, 
 that runs thus : " I do hereby give and bequeath all my estates, 
 real and personal, to Charles Dudley, son of my lale injured and 
 neglected daughter, Louisa," &c. &c. 
 
 Z.. Rus. Why, I am thunderstruck ! By what contrivance, 
 by what villany, did you get possession of that paper ? 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 435 
 
 Capt Dud. There was no villany, madam, in getting posses- 
 sion of it. The crime lay in concealing it, not in bringing it 
 to light. 
 
 L. Rus, O, that cursed lawyer, Varland ! 
 
 O'Flag, You may say that, faith ; he is a cursed lawyer, 
 and a cursed piece of work I had, to get the paper from him ; 
 your lady, now, was to have paid him five thousand pounds for 
 it, but I forced him to give it me of his own accord, for nothing 
 at all, at all. 
 
 L. Rus. Is it you that has done this ? Ami foiled by your 
 blundering contrivances, after all ? 
 
 O^Flag. 'Twas a blunder, faith ; but as natural a one as if 
 it had been done on purpose. 
 
 Charles. Come, let us not oppress the fallen. Do right, 
 even now, and you shall have no cause to complain. 
 
 L. Rus. Am I become an object of your pity, then ? Insuf- 
 ferable ! confusion light amongst you ! marry, and be wretched ! 
 let me never see you more. [Exit. ) 
 
 Char. She is outrageous. I suffer for her, and blush to see 
 her thus exposed. 
 
 O^Flag. Blessing of St. Patrick upon us all ! 'Tis a night 
 of wonderful ups and downs. But, come ; even those that are 
 happy may grow hungry, and, indeed, I wish we were all fairly 
 set down to supper, and there was an end on't. (Exeunt.) 
 
 XXX.-FROM THE FASHIONABLE hOYER.— Cumberland. 
 
 LORD ABBERVILLE — MORTIMER — DOCTOR DRUID — COLIN MACLEOD 
 
 — LA JEUNESSE — JARVIS — SERVANTS. 
 
 Scene 1. — A Hall in Lord Abberville's House. — Flourish of French 
 Horns. 
 
 {Enter Colin Macleod.) 
 Colin. Hoot ! fellows, baud your bonds : pack up your 
 clarinets, and gang your gait for a pair of lubberly minstrels as 
 you are. An you could hondle the bagpipe instead I would 
 na' say you nay : ah ! 'tis an auncient instrument of great mel- 
 ody, and has whastled many a braw lad to his grave, but your 
 holyday horns, there, are fit only to play to a drunken city 
 barge, on a swan-hopping party up the Thames. 
 
436 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 (Enter La Jeunesse.) 
 
 La Jeunesse. Fidon, Monsieur Colin, for why you have send 
 away the horns ? Upon my vord, my lord this day give grand 
 entertainment to very grand company ; tons les macaroni below 
 stairs, et toute la coterie above. Hark ! who vait dere ? My 
 lord ring his bell. Voila, Monsieur Colin, dere is all the com- 
 pany going to the tea-room. 
 
 Col. {Looking out.) Now the de'il burst the weams of you 
 altogether, say I, for a pack of locusts; a cow in a clover-field 
 has more moderation than the best among you ; had my Lord 
 Abberville the wealth of Glasgow, you'd swallow it all down be- 
 fore you gee'd over. 
 
 La Jeu. Ah, barbare ? Here come my lord. [Exit.) 
 {Enter Lord Abberville.) 
 
 Lord Abberville. Colin, see that covers are laid for four- 
 and -twenty, and supper served, at twelve, in the great eating- 
 parlor. 
 
 Col. Ecod ! my lord, had you kenned the mess of cakes 
 and sweeties that was bonded up amongst 'em just now, you 
 would na' think there could be muckle need of supper this 
 night. 
 
 Lord A. What, fellow, would you have me starve my guests ? 
 
 Col. Troth, an you don't, they'll go nigh to starve you. 
 
 Lord A. Let me hear no more of this, Colin Macleod : 
 I took you for my servant, not for my adviser. 
 
 Qol. Right, my lord, you did ; but if by advising I can 
 serve you, where's the breach of duty ? {Exit.) 
 
 Lord A. What a Highland savage it is ! My father, indeed, 
 made use of him to pay the servants' wages, and post the 
 tradesmens' accounts ; as I never do either, I wish somebody 
 else had him that does. {Exit. ) 
 
 Scene 2. — Table spread, &c. 
 
 {Enter Lord Abberville and Mortimer. ) 
 Mortimer. " Is this a dinner, this a genial room 1 
 
 This is a temple and a hecatomb." 
 Lord Ji* What, quoting, Mortimer, and satire too ? I thought 
 you need not go abroad for that. 
 
 Mort. True ; therefore, I'm returning home. Good night 
 to you. 
 
 Lord A. What, on the wing so soon. With so much 
 
COMIC AND AMUSmG. 437 
 
 company, can my philosopher want food to feast his spleen 
 upon ? 
 
 MorL Food ! I revolt against the name ; no Bramin could 
 abominate your fleshy meal more than I do ; why, Hirtius and 
 Apicius would have blushed for it : Mark Antony, who roasted 
 eight whole boars for supper, never massacred more at a meal 
 than you have done. 
 
 Lord A. A truce, good cynic ; prithee, now, get thee up 
 stairs, and take my place ; the ladies will be glad of you at 
 cards. 
 
 Mort. Me at cards ! Me at a quadrille-table ! Pent in with 
 fuzzing dowagers, gossiping old maids, and yellow admirals : 
 'sdeath ! my Lord Abberville, you must excuse me. 
 
 Lord Ji. Out on thee, unconformable being ; thou art a 
 traitor to society. 
 
 Mort, Do you call that society ? 
 
 Lord A. Yes ; but not my society — none such as you de- 
 scribe, will be found here ; my circle, Mr. Mortimer, is formed 
 by people of the first fashion and spirit in this country. 
 
 Mort, Fashion and spirit ! Yes ; their country's likely to 
 suffer by their fashion, more than 'twill ever profit by their 
 spirit. 
 
 Lord A. Come, come ; your temper is too sour. 
 
 Mort And yours too sweet : a mawkish lump of manna; 
 sugar in the mouth, but physic to the bowels. 
 
 Lord A. Mr. Mortimer, you was my father's executor ; I 
 did not know your office extended further. 
 
 Mort. No : when I gave a clear estate into your hands, I 
 cleared myself of an unwelcome office : I was, indeed, your 
 father's executor ; the gentlemen of fashion and spirit will be 
 your lordship's. 
 
 Lord A. Pooh ! You've been black-balled at some paltry 
 port-drinking club ; and set up for a man of wit and ridicule. 
 
 Mort. Not I, believe me ; your companions are too dull to 
 laugh at, and too vicious to expose. Yonder stands a sample of 
 your choice. 
 
 Lord A. Doctor Druid ? Where's the harm in him 1 
 
 Mort. Where is the merit? What one quality does that 
 old piece of pedantry possess, to fit him for the hberal office of 
 traveling-preceptor to a man of rank ? You know, my lord, I 
 recommended you a friend, as fit to form your manners as your 
 morals ; but he was a restraint ; and in his stead, you took that 
 37* 
 
438 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Welchman, that buffoon, that antiquarian, forsooth, who looks 
 as if you had raked him out of the cinders of Mount Vesuvius. 
 
 Lord A. And so I did : but, prithee, Mortimer, don't run 
 away ; I long to have you meet. 
 
 MorL You must excuse me. 
 
 Lord A, Nay, I must have you better friends. Come hith- 
 er, doctor ; hark ye — 
 
 MorL Another time : at present, I am in no humor to stay 
 the discussion of a cockle-shell, or the dissection of a butter- 
 fly's- wing. {Exit.) 
 
 {Enter Doctbr Druid.) 
 
 Br. Druid. Putterflies ! Putterflies in your teeth, Mr. Mor- 
 timer. What is the surly poots prabbling apout ? Cot give her 
 coot luck ! will the man never leave off his flings, and his fleers, 
 and his figaries ? packpiting his petters ! Coot, my lord, let me 
 call him pack, and have a little tisputes and tisputations with 
 him, d'ye see? 
 
 Lord A, Hang him, tedious rogue ! let him go. 
 
 Dr. D. Tedious ! ay, in coot truth is he, as tedious as a 
 Lapland winter, and as melancholy, too ; his crotchets and his 
 humors damp all mirth and merriment, as a wet planket toes a 
 fire : he is the very nightmare of society. 
 
 Lord A. Nay, he talks well sometimes. 
 
 Dr. D. Ay, 'tis pig sound and little wit ; like a loud pell to 
 a pad dinner. 
 
 Lord A. Patience, good doctor! Another time you shall 
 have your revenge ; at present, you must lay down your wrath, 
 and take up your attention. 
 
 Dr. D. I've tone, my lord, I've tone. Laugh at my put- 
 terflies, indeed ! If he were as pig and as pold as King Griffing, 
 Doctor Druid would make free to whisper an oord or two in his 
 ear. {Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 3.— A Library in Mortimer's House, 
 
 {Mortimer discovered.) 
 
 Mori. So, so ! another day ; another twelve hours' round of 
 folly and extravagance ; psha ! I am sick on't. What are our 
 men of genius about ? Jarring and jangling with each other, 
 while a vast army of vices overruns the whole country at dis- 
 cretion. {Enter Jarvis.) Now, Jarvis, what's your news ? 
 
 Jarvis. My morning budget, sir, a breakfast of good deeds ; 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 439 
 
 the offerings of a full heart, and the return of an empty purse. 
 There, sir, I've done your errand ; and wish hereafter you could 
 find another agent for your charities. 
 
 MorL Why so, Charles ? 
 
 Jar, Because the task grows heavy ; besides, I'm old and 
 foolish, and the sight is too affecting. 
 
 MorL Why not do like me, then ? Sheath a soft heart in 
 a rough case — 'twill wear the longer ; veneer thyself, good Jar- 
 vis, as thy master does, and keep a marble outside to the world. 
 Who dreams that I am the soft fool of pity, and thou my pan- 
 der, Jarvis, my provider ? You found out the poor fellow, then, 
 the half.pay officer I met last Sunday. 
 
 Jar. With difficulty, for he obtruded not his sorrows on 
 the world ; but in despair had crept into a corner, and, with his 
 wretched family about him, was patiently expiring. 
 
 MorL Prithee, no more on't : you saved him ; you reliev- 
 ed him ; no matter how ; you made a fellow-creature happy, 
 that's enough. 
 
 Jar. I did, sir ; but his story's so affecting — 
 
 MorL Keep it to thyself, old man, then : why must my 
 heart be wrung ? I, too, am one of nature's spoilt children, and 
 havn't yet left off the tricks of the nursery. (Exit Jarvis.) 
 {Enter Colin Macleod.) 
 
 Colin. The gude time o' day to you, sair. 
 
 MorL Well, Colin, what's the news at your house 1 
 
 Colin. Nay, no great spell of news, gude faith ; aw things 
 with us gang on after the auld sort. I'm weary of my life 
 amongst 'em ; the murrain take 'em all ! sic a family of free- 
 booters, Maister Mortimer ; an I speak a word to 'em, or preach 
 up a little needful economy, hoot! the whole clan is up in 
 arms. I may speak it in your ear, an the de'il himsel were to 
 turn housekeeper, he could na' pitch upon a fitter set ; fellows 
 of all trades, 'countries, and occupations ; a ragamuffin crew ; 
 the very refuse of the mob, that canna' count past twa genera- 
 tions, without a gibbet in their scutcheon. 
 
 Mort. Ay, Colin, things are miserably changed since your 
 old master died. 
 
 Col. Ah ! Maister Mortimer, it makes my heart drop blude 
 to think how much gude counsel I ha' cast away upon my laird ; 
 i' faith, I hanna' stinted him o' that ; I gee'd him rules and 
 maxims of gude husbandry in plenty, but aw in vain ; the dice 
 ha' deafened him. 
 
440 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Mort. Yes, and destroyed ; his head, heart, happiness, are 
 gone to ruin : the least a gamester loses, is his money. 
 
 CoL Hoot ! and that's no trifle in this case : last night's 
 performances made no small hole in that. 
 
 MorL Whence learn you that ? 
 
 CoL From little Napthali of St. Mary Axe : when a man 
 borrows money of a Jew, 'tis a presumption no Christian can 
 be found to lend him any. 
 
 Mort. Is your lord driven to such wretched shifts ? 
 
 CoL Hoot ! Know you not that every losing gamester has 
 his Jew ? He is your only doctor in a desperate case ; when 
 the regulars have brought you to death's door, the quack is 
 invited to usher you in. 
 
 MorL Your Jew, Colin, in the present case, savors more of 
 the lawyer than the doctor : for, I take it, he makes you sign and 
 seal as long as you have effects. 
 
 CoL You've hit the nail o' the hede ; my laird will sign to 
 anything ; there's bondy, and blanks, and bargains, and promis- 
 sory-notes, and a de'il sight of rogueries, depend on't. Ecod ! 
 he had a bundle for his breakfast, as big as little Napthali could 
 carry ; I would it had braken his bock ; and, yet, he is na' half 
 the knave of yon fat fellow upon Fish Street Hill. 
 
 Mort. Bridgemore, you mean. 
 
 CoL Ay, ay ; he's at the bottom of the plot ; this little 
 Hebrew's only his jackall. 
 
 Mort. I comprehend you ; Bridgemore, under cover of this 
 Jew, is playing the usurer with Lord Abberville ; this must be 
 prevented. If the son of my noble friend will be outdone, it 
 never shall be said he fell without an effort on my part to save 
 him. (Exit.) 
 
 CoL By heaven, you speak that like a noble gentleman. 
 Ah ! Maister Mortimer, in England, he that wants money 
 wants every thing ; in Scotland, few have it, but every one can 
 do without it. [Exit.) 
 
 Scene 4. — A Room in Lord Abberville's House. 
 
 {Enter Lord Abberville^ followed by Servants.) 
 Lord A. You are a most unreasonable set of gentry, truly ; 
 I have but one Scotchman in my family, and you are every one 
 of you, cook, valet, butler, up in arms to drive him out of it. 
 
 La Jeu. And with reason, my lord. Monsieur Colin is a 
 grand financier ; but he has a little of what we call la maladie 
 
-COMIC AND AMUSING. 441 
 
 dupays ; it is not for the credit of my Lord Anglois to be too 
 aconomique. 
 
 Lord A. I think, La Jeunesse, I have been at some pains to 
 put that out of dispute ; but get you gone altogether, and send 
 the fellow to me ; I begin to be as tired of him as you are. 
 {Exeunt Servants.) His honesty is my reproach ; these rascals 
 flatter, while they rob me : it angers me, that one who has no 
 stake, no interest in my fortune, should husband it more frugal- 
 ly than I, who am the owner and the sufferer : in short, he is 
 the glass in which I see myself, and the reflection tortures me ; 
 my vices have deformed me ; gaming has made a monster of 
 me. 
 
 (Enter Colin Macleod.) 
 
 Come hither, Colin ; what is this I hear of you ? 
 ' CoL Saving your presence, I should guess a pratty many 
 lies ; 'twill mostly be the case, when companions in office give 
 characters one of another. 
 
 Lord A, But what is he whom nobody speaks well of? You 
 are given up on all hands. 
 
 Col. And so must the truth itsal, when the de'il turns his- 
 torian. 
 
 Lord A. You've been applauded for your bluntness — 'tis no 
 recommendation to me, Macleod ; nor shall I part from all ray 
 family, to accommodate your spleen. From the stable-boy to 
 my own valet, there's not a domestic in this house gives you a 
 good word. 
 
 Col. Nor ever will, till I prefer their interest to yours. Hun- 
 gry curs will bark ; but an your lordship would have us regale 
 our friends below stairs, while you are feasting yours above, 
 gadzooks ! I have a pratty many countrymen in town, with bet- 
 ter appetites than purses, who will applaud the regulation. 
 
 Lord A, 'Tis for such purses, and such appetites, you would 
 be a fit provider. 'Tis for the latitude of the Highlands, not 
 for the meridian of London, your narrow scale of economy is 
 laid down. 
 
 Col. Economy is no disgrace. 'Tis batter living on a little, 
 than outliving a great deal. 
 
 Lord A. Well, sir, you may be honest, but you are trouble- 
 some. My family are, one and all, in arras against you ; and, 
 you must know, Colin Macleod, I have great objection to a 
 rebellion, either in a family or state, whatever you and your 
 countrymen may think of the matter. 
 
 CoL My lord, my lord ! whan you have shad the blude of 
 
442 
 
 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 the offenders, it is na' generous to revive the offense : as for my 
 awn particular, heaven be my judge, the realm of England 
 does na' haud a heart more loyal than the one I strike my bond 
 upon. 
 
 (Enter Doctor Druid.) 
 
 Lord A. So, doctor, what's the news with you ? Well, 
 Colin, let me hear no more of these complaints ; don't be so 
 considerate of rae ; and, harkye ! if you was not quite so par- 
 simonious to yourself, your appearance would be all the better. 
 
 Col, I'd be better habited, but I canna' afford it. 
 
 Jaord A, Afford it, sirrah ! Don't I know you have money 
 enough, if you had but spirit to make use of it 1 
 
 Col. True ; but I fain would keep %. little together, d'ye see ? 
 lest you should not. (Exit.) 
 
 Dr. D. Piessing upon us, how the man prates and prat- 
 tles ! 'Twas but this morning he was tiffering and tisputing, 
 truly, apout peticrees and antiquities, though I can count forty 
 and four generations from the grandmother of St. Winifred, as 
 regularly as a monk can tell his peads. 
 (Enter Servant.) 
 
 Servant. My lord, a person without says he comes with a 
 recommendation from Sir Harry Gamble. 
 
 Lord A, What sort of a person ? 
 
 Serv. A little, ugly fellow ; I believe he's a Jew. 
 
 Lord A. That's right ; I had forgot, my Jew is fairly jaded ; 
 Sir Harry's, probably, is better trained — so let me see him. 
 Who is in the ante-chamber? 
 
 Serv. There are several persons waiting to speak with your 
 lordship ; they have called many times. 
 
 Lord A. Ay, ay ; they come for money ; he alone comes 
 with it ; therefore, conduct that little, ugly fellow, as you call 
 him, to my closet, and bid those other people call again. (Exit 
 Servant.) Doctor, if any of my particulars are importunate 
 to see me, don't let them interrupt me here ; tell them I'm gone 
 to Macintosh's ; they'll know the place, and my business in it. 
 (Exit.) 
 
 Dr. D. They may guess that, without the gift of divination, 
 truly. Ah ! this passion for gaming is the prejudice of educa- 
 tion. He may thank France and Italy for this ; I would have 
 carried him through Ingria, Esthonia, and Livonia ; through 
 Moldavia, Bessarabia, Bulgaria, Thrace ; from the gulf of Fin- 
 land, to the straits of the Dardanelles. 'Tis a chance if he 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 443 
 
 had seen a human creature in the whole course of his travels. 
 (Exit) 
 
 Scene 5. — The Hall in Lord Abberville's House. 
 
 (Enter Lord Abherville and Colin Macleod,) 
 Lord A, 'Sdeath ! sir, ana I or you the master of this house ? 
 Who made you judge what company is fit for me to keep T 
 The gentlemen you excluded, came by special invitation and 
 appointment. 
 
 Col. Gentlemen ! 
 
 Lord A. Ay, gentlemen. Were they not such ? 
 CoL Under favor, I took 'em to be sharpers. I know your 
 lordship always loses, and I have noticed that they always win. 
 Lord A. Impertinence ! I had debts of honor to adjust 
 with every one of them. 
 
 Col. Hang 'em, base vermin ! pay your poor tradesmen ; 
 those are debts of honor. {Aside.) 
 
 i Lord A. What is't you mutter ? It was you, too, I sup- 
 pose, that drove away my Jew, that came with money to dis- 
 charge those debts. 
 
 I Col. That's true enow, gude faith ; I promised him a beat- 
 ing, and I kept my word. 
 
 Lord A. Rascal, thou'rt born to be my plague. 
 Col. Rascal ! your father never used that word. 
 . Lord A. On your life, name not him ; my heart is torn 
 with vultures, and you feed them. Shall I keep a servant in 
 my house, to drive away my guests, to curb my pleasures, my 
 ' pursuits, and be a spy upon my very thoughts ; to set that cynic, 
 Mortimer, upon me, and expose me, in the moments of my 
 I weakness, to that snarling humorist ? I want no monitors to 
 , reproach me — my own thoughts can do that. [Exit.) 
 ! Col. Wall, wall ! 'tis vary wall ! A rascal ! — Let it pass. 
 I Zooks ! I'm the first Macleod that ever heard that word, and 
 , kept his dirk within liis girdle. Let it pass. I've seen the 
 world, served a spendthrift, heard myself called rascal, and I'll 
 now jog bock again across the Tweed, and lay my bones 
 amongst my kindred, in the isle of Skey ; they're all that will 
 be left of me, by then I reach the place, 
 j (Enter La Jeunesse.) 
 
 j La Jeu. Ah! dere he stand, le pauvre Colin in disgrace! 
 Ha, ha, ha ! quelle spectacle ! Ma foi, I must have one leetel 
 word wid him at parting. — Monsieur le Financier, courage ; I 
 
444 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 am inform my lord have signed your lettre de cachet. Vat of 
 dal? The air of Scotland will be for your healt. England is 
 not a country for les beaux esprits. De pure air of de High- 
 lands will give you de grande appetit for de bonny clabber. 
 
 Col. Take your jest, Master Frenchman, at my country- 
 men, and welcome ; the de'il a jest they made of you last war. 
 (Exit.) 
 
 La Jeu. Yes, you are all adroit enough at war, but none of 
 you know how to be at peace. (Exit.) 
 
 Scene 6. — An Apartment in Mortimer's House. 
 
 (Morlimer discovered. — Enter Doctor Druid.) 
 
 Dr. D. Save you, sir, save you ; is it true, I pray you, that 
 a learned gentleman, a traveler, but just arrived, is now with 
 you? 
 
 Mort. There is a person, under that description, in my 
 house. 
 
 Dr. D. May he be seen, good now ? May he be talked 
 with ? What has he brought home ? Is he well stored with 
 oriental curiosities? 
 
 Mort. Faith, sir, indifferently well ; he has brought a con- 
 siderable parcel of sun-dried bricks, from the ruins of ancient 
 Babylon ; a heavy collection of ores, from the mines of Sibe- 
 ria ; and a pretty large cargo of common salt, from the banks 
 of the Caspian. 
 
 Dr. D. Inestimable ! 
 
 Mort. Oh ! sir, mere ballast. 
 
 Dr. D. Ballast, indeed ; and what discoveries does he draw 
 from all these ? 
 
 Mort. Why, he has discovered that the bricks are not fit 
 for building, the mines not worth the working, and the salt not 
 good for preserving : in short, doctor, he has no taste for these 
 trifles ; he has made the human heart his study ; he loves his 
 own species, and does not care if the whole race of butterflies 
 were extinct. 
 
 Dr. D. Yes, putterfiies ! 'Tis in my mind^^ d'ye see ? 
 What you have said apout my putterfiies : 'tis upon my mem- 
 ory. Put no matter ; your studies, Mr. Mortimer, and mine, 
 are wide asunder. But go on ; reform the world ; you'll find 
 it a tough task ; I am content to take it as I find it. 
 
 Mori. , While the sun shines, you'll carry a candle. How 
 will that light them who travel in tiie night ? Away with such 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 445 
 
 philosophers. Here comes an honest man, and that's a char- 
 acter worth ten on't. (Enter Colin Macleod.) So, Colin, 
 what's the news with you ? If I'm to augur from your coun- 
 tenance, something goes wrong at your house. 
 
 Col. Troth, sir, no mighty matter ; only Laird Abberville 
 hs^ turned away a troublesome fellow, who bore your honor 
 grete gude will. 
 
 MorU What is't you tell me ? Is my lord determined upon 
 ruin, that he puts away the only honest man belonging to him 1 
 
 Dr. D. By this coot light, and that is well remembered ; 
 look ye, I've got your wages ; come, hold out your hand. 
 
 Col, Axcuse me, I'll ha' none on't. 
 
 JDr. D. No wages ? Why, 'tis all coot money ; 'tis in full. 
 What, man, think petteron't; you'll want it when you get to 
 Scotland, ten to one else. 
 
 CoL Like enow ; but, by my sol, I'll touch na' siller. He 
 has geen a title to me which I hanna' merited, heaven knows, 
 nor ever shall. 
 
 MorU What title has he given you ? 
 
 CoL Saving your presence, it ha' pleased my laird to say, 
 I am a rascal ; but I'll na' wear a rascal's wages in a Scottish 
 pouch. I'd sooner eat my stroud for famine. 
 
 Mori. I think thou would 'st ; but wait awhile with patience ; 
 this rash young man's affairs press to a crisis ; I have yet one 
 effort more to make, which, if it fails, I shall take leave of him, 
 as well as you. 
 
 {Enter Jarvis.) 
 
 Jar. Lord Abberville desires to speak with you. 
 
 Mort. That's well. Colin, go 3^0 u with honest Jarvis. Doc- 
 tor, for once, let us unite our studies in this cause ; come you 
 with me ; if my advice can rescue your unhappy pupil from a 
 course of guilty occupations, your philosophy may furnish harm- 
 less ones, to fill their place. [Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 7. — A Room in Mortimer's Honse. 
 
 (Mortimer. — Lord Ahherville, reading papers.) 
 Mori. You see, my lord, the precipice on which you stood. 
 One step more, and you had dashed to eternal ruin. No friend- 
 ship could have saved you. 
 
 Lord A, O, Mortimer, I blush to look upon you. I shud- 
 der at the danger I was in, and renounce the vices of fashiona- 
 38 
 
446 EHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 ble life forever. I will henceforth devote myself to the cause of 
 virtue and humanity. 
 
 Mori. Why, that's well said ; there spoke your father, from 
 within you ; now, begone ; fly to the altars of your country's 
 cares ; visit that nurse of contemplation, solitude ; and, while 
 you range your groves, that shook at every rattle of the dice, 
 ask of your reason, why you v/as a gamester. 
 
 Lord A. I've been a madam ; I have lost an humble, faith- 
 ful friend, whose services would be invaluable. 
 
 Mori. Why, ay, your Highlander ; your poor Macleod ! 
 Our plan must stop, without his help. I am but a projector, he 
 must execute. But rfiere, likewise, I can serve you. 
 
 Lord A. My friend ! Mortimer, how much have I mista- 
 ken thee ! 
 
 Mart. Come, come ; I have my faults. I'm an untoward 
 fellow, and stand as much in need of a reform as any of you all. 
 [Enter Boctor Druid, followed ly Colin.) 
 
 Br. B. Tutor me, truly ! talk to me ! Pray, gentlemen, 
 pear witness ; is Master Colins here, a proper teacher of the 
 tialects, d'ye see ? and pronunciations of the English tongue ? 
 
 Col. Why not? Is there not Duncan Ross, of Aberdeen, 
 that lactures twice a week on oratory, at the Seven Dials ? 
 And does not Sawney Ferguson, a cousin of mine awn, admin- 
 ister the English language, in its utmost alegance, at Am- 
 sterdam ? 
 
 Br» B. Pear witness, that is all I say, pear witness. 
 
 Mori. We do ; there is not one of us, doctor, but can bear 
 witness to some noble act of Colin 's ; and we would not wound 
 his harmless vanity for any bribe that you can offer. 
 
 Lord A. Colin, I've done you wrong, but I was not myself; 
 be you no worse a servant than you have been, and you shall 
 find, henceforward, I will be a better master. 
 
 Col. I'm satisfied ; an you'll neglect yoursall na more than 
 I shall do, things will gang well enow. Heaven sends misfor- 
 tune, but the de'il sends mischief. 
 
 Br. B. Well, Master Colins, all is past and over ; you have 
 got your place again, and all is well. Coot now, let me admon- 
 ish you, for the future, to be quiet, and hear reason ; moderate 
 your choler, and your passions, and your partialities ; it is not 
 lor a clown like you to prattle and tispute with me ; in fait, you 
 should know petter. 
 
 Col. Hoot,Welchy! {Exit.) 
 
 MorL Come, come, doctor, 'tis you that should know bet- 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 
 
 447 
 
 ter ; ia this poor Highlander, the force of prejudice has some 
 plea, because he is a clown ; but you, a citizen that should be 
 of the world, whose heart philosophy and travel might have 
 opened, should know better than to join the cry with those, 
 whose charity, like the limitation of brief, stops short at Ber- 
 wick, and never circulates beyond the Tweed. By heaven, 
 I'd rather weed out one such unmanly prejudice from the hearts 
 of my countrymen, than add another Indies to their empire. 
 (^Exeunt.) 
 
 XXXI.—FROM THE VILLAGE LAWYER.— Anonymous. 
 
 SCOUT, A VILLAGE LAWYER SNARL, A MISERLY MERCHANT MIT- 
 TIMUS, JUSTICE OF THE PEACE — SHEEPFACE, SNARL's SHEP- 
 HERD — CHARLES, snarl's SON — CLERK, CONSTABLES, &C. 
 
 MRS. SCOUT. 
 
 Snarl— Efitxt, note, fje's fanc^f nrj t)imself a tailor, ^ntl at tootlt ujoti 
 mg clotli. 
 
 Scene L — A Room in Scout's house. 
 
 ( Without.— Mr. and Mrs. Scout.) 
 Mrs. Scout. I tell you it shall be — 
 Scout. Nay I nay ! but, my dear, now ! 
 Mrs. S. It does not signify talking — I must and will have 
 it so. 
 
 Scout. But think, my dear, how ridiculous — 
 
448 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Mrs. S, I don't care— I'm resolved — I'll no longer be the 
 laughing-stock of the whole country ; do you imagine I'll — 
 {Enter Mr. Scout — Mrs. Scout following.) 
 Scout. Nay ! but my dear, sweet love, that indefatigable 
 tongue of yours would out-talk any lawyer in the kingdom ; I 
 can talk, sometimes, pretty well, myself, but I stand no chance 
 with you. Why, you would out-din the whole bar itself, that 
 though a lawyer — 
 
 Mrs. S. [Sneering.) A lawyer ! No one, to see you in 
 this trim, would imagine you had ever carried on any body's 
 suit but your own. Had you a grain of spirit left, you might — 
 
 Scout. Spirit ! Nay, nay, wife, don't complain of my want 
 of spirit. Have not 1 convinced you I had too much spirit on 
 a certain occasion ? 
 
 Mrs. S. Very fine, indeed. — And so you make a merit of 
 your blunders. 
 
 Scout. Blunders, indeed ! I think I made a blunder in com- 
 ing here. Not a single job have I got since I have been down : 
 not a broken head, nor aquarrel for one to get a penny by : 
 and hang me, if I don't think the very cattle keep out of the 
 pound, on purpose to spite me ! Now, if one could put on the 
 appearance of business, the reality will follow of course^ and 
 perhaps something may turn out — 
 
 Mrs. S. Yes, and in the meantime, your poor wife may 
 starve, and your daughter lose the opportunity of settling 
 herself handsomely, with one of the young men that pay their 
 addresses to her, — which the shabbiness of your appearance 
 frightens away. 
 
 Scout. Why, to be sure, I am shabby enough, of all con- 
 science, and cannot, with any propriety, make my appearance 
 in public—Let me see — I have it ; I'll go and purchase a suit 
 of clothes directly. 
 
 Mrs. S. Purchase a suit of clothes, without a shilling in 
 your pocket ? 
 
 Scout. O, my dear, that's nothing at all : most fashionable 
 suits are purchased that way. Let me see — what color shall 
 I choose ? Shall it be a brown — a gray — a bat's wing — or — 
 
 Mrs. S. Oh ! never mind the color, so you can only find 
 somebody silly enough to let you have the cloth. 
 
 Scout. 0, I'll warrant you. Let me see, now — there's 
 neighbor Snarl, that lives over the way ; he keeps a large as- 
 sortment of colors : I'll hum him out of a suit. 
 
 Mrs. S. Mr. Snarl ! — Take care what you do there, hus- 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 449 
 
 band ; his son, Charles, is in love with our Harriet, and would 
 have married her before now, but for fear of his father's anger. 
 I would not for the world disappoint the girl's hopes. 
 
 Scout. Well ! well ! step in and bring my gown and band 
 — it will, at least, make me have a better appearance, [exit 
 Mrs. ScGut^) by hiding these rags. Come, wife, make haste. 
 Come, what a long time you are. 
 
 (Re-enter Mrs. Scout, with the gown and band.) 
 
 Mrs. S. Why, I brought it as soon as I could. 
 
 Scout. Come, help me on with it ; — take care what you are 
 about. See what a large hole here is. You sit all day with 
 your hands before you ; and I think you might have mended it. 
 
 Mrs. S. I'll mend it when you come back. 
 
 Scout. There — there — now I shall do very well ! And let 
 me tell you, wife, I am not the only lawyer who wears a gown, 
 to cover a shabby suit. (Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 2. — Snarl's Shop — a counter, several pieces of cloth, flannel, 
 baize, &c., four yards iron-gray broadcloth, tailor's pattern-book, 
 shears, yard-measure, table, chair, side of counter, shop stool. 
 
 (Enter Snarl, and Charles following.) 
 
 Snarl. Charles, have you been looking out for another shep- 
 herd, as I told you 1 
 
 Charles. No, sir, I think you have got a very good one. 
 
 Snarl. No such thing — I tell you that that Sheepface is a 
 rogue ; here he has lived with me only a fortnight, and here 
 are missing fourteen of my best wethers. 
 
 Char. Consider, sir, what havoc such a disorder makes in 
 a little time. 
 
 Snarl. Yes, yes, I have considered, and I know pretty 
 well by this time. I have long suspected him, and last night 
 I caught him in the very act, killing one of my fattest wethers ; 
 and I am determined to have him up before Justice Mittimus 
 this day : — but reach me my book, and let me look over the 
 account of my stock, — perhaps there may be more missing. 
 
 Char. There it is, sir. (Gives an account book.) 
 
 Snarl. (Sits down.) And if neighbor Gripe calls, tell him 
 I want to see him about this rascal Sheepface. Let me see — 
 twelve times ten is — 
 
 (Charles is going, and meets Sheepface.) 
 
 Char. Sheepface, my father has discovered all ; do the 
 best you can ; beware of saying too much. (Exit,) 
 38* 
 
450 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Sheepface, I understand — don't fear me. — Save you, good 
 master Snarl. 
 
 SnarL What ! you rascal ! are you here ? How dare you 
 appear before me, after the trick you have played me ? 
 
 Sheep. Only to tell you, I've been with nighbor Gripe, the 
 constable, who has been speaking to me about sheep-stealing, 
 Justice Mittimus, your honor, and a power of things ; so I said 
 to myself, as how I would not make it a secret any longer with 
 your worship. 
 
 Snarl. Why, fellow, this affected simplicity won't serve 
 your purpose. Did not I catch you, last night, killing one of 
 my fattest wethers ? 
 
 Sheep. Only to keep it from dying, by my feckins ! 
 
 SnarL To keep it from dying ! 
 
 Sheep. Of the rot, an' please your sweet worship. — It's a 
 way I learnt of our doctor, in the parish : he cures most of his 
 patients the same way. 
 
 Snarl. The doctor, ha ! The doctors have a license to kill 
 from the college ; but you have none, I believe. Why, there 
 was not such a breed in all the country, for Spanish wool ! 
 
 Sheep ' Please your worship, satisfy yourself with the blows 
 you gave me, and make matters up, if it be your worship's 
 good will and pleasure. 
 
 Snarl. But 'tis not my good will and pleasure : my good 
 will and pleasure is to see you hanged, you rascal. 
 
 Sheep. Oh ! no ; don't hang me ! Consider, that would be 
 the death of me ! Besides, your worship, I was only married 
 yesterday : — leave me alone for a week or two, and who knows, 
 but, by that time, I may save your worship the trouble. 
 
 Snarl. No, no, the gallows will be the best way at first, and 
 every bit as sure. 
 
 Sheep. Heaven give you the luck of it then, good master 
 Snarl. Since it must be so, I must go seek a lawyer, I find, or 
 might will prevail over right. {Exit Sheepface.) 
 
 Snarl. Six times twelve is seventy-two, — that is right ; then 
 nine times seven is — 
 
 [Enter Scout.) 
 
 Scout. Egad, I have nicked it nicely ! — This was very 
 lucky, to catch him alone. That seems to be a pretty piece of 
 cloth, and will just suit me. {Aside.) Good morning to you, 
 Mr. Snarl. 
 
 Snarl. O ! what ! neighbor Gripe ! walk in. 
 
 Scout. No, it's I, your neighbor Scout. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 451 
 
 SnarL I am my neighbor Scout's most obedient; but I 
 have no business with him at present, that I know of. 
 
 Scout. (Aside.) I'll make you tell a different story present- 
 ly, or I am much mistaken. — I called to settle a little account. 
 
 Snarl. I have no account to settle with any body. 
 
 Scout. There's a small balance of fifty pounds — 
 
 SnarL I know nothing at all about it ; I don't owe any 
 man a farthing in the world. 
 
 Scout. I wish I could say as much for myself. {Aside,) 
 Why, sir, looking over my father's accounts, I see he stands 
 indebted to you fifty pounds ; and I, as an honest man, am 
 come to pay it. 
 
 Snarl. (Turning round, rises^ and shakes him hy the hand,) 
 How do you do, neighbor Scout ? How do you do ? I'm glad 
 to see you ! 
 
 Scout. Very well, I thank you, sir. How do you do ? 
 
 Snarl, I think you live in our village here. 
 
 Scout. Yes, sir, I do. 
 
 SnarL Pray, be seated. 
 
 Scout. By no means ; — I fear I disturb you. 
 
 SnarL Oh ! no, not at all ; pray sit down. — I insist upon it. 
 
 Scout. Ah ! sir, if every body was of my principle, I should 
 be a deal richer than I am ; I cannot bear to be in any body's 
 debt. 
 
 Snarl, Why, egad ! the generality of people bear it very 
 well. 
 
 Scout. Very true, sir, very true : when would you like to 
 receive this money 1 for I'm impatient to pay every body. 
 
 Snarl, Why, when you please. — No time like the time 
 present. 
 
 Scout. Very true ; I have it told out at home ; but as I only 
 hold my father's effects in trust for my daughter Harriet, for 
 form sake, you know it will be proper to have some of the other 
 guardians present at the time of payment. 
 
 SnarL Very true ; it is so, indeed ! — Well, as soon as you 
 
 Scout. What do you think of three o'clock this aflernoon ? 
 
 SnarL A very good time. 
 
 Scout. And, egad ! it happens very lucky — I've got a very 
 fine goose, sent me by a client from Norfolk, and you shall come 
 and dine with me ; — are you fond of goose ? 
 
 SnarL Very. It's my favorite dish. 
 
 Scout, That's very lucky. Don't forget to come. I think 
 
452 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 you do a deal of business here — more than all the rest of the 
 trade around the country. 
 
 Snarl. Pretty well ; I can't complain. 
 Scout, And Mrs. Scout will dress the goose by a valuable 
 receipt left her by her great uncle, Alderman Dumpling. Do 
 you like sage and onion 1 
 
 Snarl. Very much, indeed. 
 
 Scout. You shall have it so. Why, you have such an en- 
 gaging way with you, that people take more pleasure in paying 
 you money, than in receiving it from other people. 
 
 Snarl. Ah, sir, you flatter me ! 
 
 Scout. Not at all. Egad ! now I recollect, I promised 
 Mrs. Scout you should have my custom ; and I don't care if I 
 take a coat, to begin with. 
 
 Snarl. Pray, sir, look over my patterns : here's a variety of 
 colors. 
 
 Scout. This seems to be a pretty piece of cloth. (Feeling 
 the cloth that lies on the counter.) 
 
 Snarl. Very fine, and good ! It is iron-gray. 
 
 Scout. Don't you remember oar going to school ? 
 
 Snarl. What ! along with Old Iron Fist ? 
 
 Scout. The same. — You was reckoned the prettiest boy in 
 the whole school. 
 
 Snarl. Yes ; my mother said I always was a pretty boy. 
 
 Scout. This cloth feels very smooth and fine. 
 
 Snarl. Right Spanish wool, I assure you ! Let me send 
 your quantity to your house. 
 
 Scout. Stop ! stop ! Pay as you go, pay as you go ; that is 
 always my maxim. 
 
 Snarl. And, egad, a very good maxim 'tis ! I wish all my 
 customers made use of the same. 
 
 Scout. Don't you remember the tricks you used to play the 
 curate? 
 
 Snarl. Yes, very well. 
 
 Scout. Ay, you was always full of mischief. — What is this 
 cloth a yard ? 
 
 Snarl. Why, to any body else it should be nineteen shillings 
 and sixpence ; but — 
 
 Scout. Now you are going to favor me. 
 
 Snarl. No, I am not ; only as you are a particular friend, 
 I won't charge you but nineteen ; and, luckily, here is just your 
 quantity cut off. 
 
 Scout. That is lucky : Fll take it home with me. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 453 
 
 Snarl. By no means. — My boy — 
 
 Scout, Why would you take the poor boy from his work 1 I 
 don't mind carrying it myself. 
 
 Snarl. But let me measure it ; perhaps there may be some 
 mistake. 
 
 Scout. No mistake : d'ye think I doubt your word ? 
 
 Snarl. But the price ? 
 
 Scout. Never mind that : I leave it entirely to you. Well, 
 good morning : don't forget the goose; you'll be sure to be 
 there time enough to dine, before you receive your money. 
 Good morning— don't forget. [Exit.) 
 
 Snarl. Zounds ! but he has carried off my cloth — but he'll 
 pay. yes, he'll pay : for he must be a very honest man, or 
 he never would have told me of the fifty pounds, and invite me 
 to dine off the goose into the bargain. I am sorry I cheated 
 him in the cloth. But no matter ; it is the way I got all my 
 money. (Exit.) 
 
 Scene 3. — A Wood-Cottage. 
 
 (Enter Scout and Sheepface.) 
 
 Scout. Egad, I think 1 have made a good morning's work ! 
 This cloth will enable me to make a genteel appearance : — but 
 who have we here ? Sure I should know that face. 
 
 Sheep. Sarvant, sir. I am come to ask your worship to 
 stand my friend against a — his worship, my master. 
 
 Scout. What, the rich farmer here, that lives in the neighbor- 
 hood ? 
 
 Sheep. Yes, yes — he lives in the neighborhood, sure 
 enough ; — and if you will stand my friend, you shall be paid to 
 your heart's content. 
 
 Scout. Aye ! now you speak to the purpose : — come, you 
 must tell me how it was. 
 
 Sheep. Why, you must know, my master gives me but 
 small wages— very small wages indeed ! So I thought I might 
 as well do a little business on my own account, and so make 
 myself amends without any damage to him, with an honest 
 neighbor of mine — a little bit of a butcher by trade. 
 
 Scout. Well, but what business can you have to do with 
 him ? 
 
 Sheep. Why, saving your worship's presence, I hinders 
 the sheep from dying of the rot. 
 
454 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 ScouL Ah ! — how do you contrive that ? 
 
 Sheep. I cuts iheir throats before it comes to them. 
 
 Scout. What ! I suppose, then, your master thinks you kill 
 his sheep for the sake of selling their carcasses ? 
 
 Sheep. Yes ; and I cannot beat it out of his head for the 
 soul of me. 
 
 Scout. Well, then, you must tell me all the particulars about 
 it. Relate every circumstance, and don't hide a single item. 
 
 Sheep. Why, then, sir, you must know, that last night, as 
 I was going down, — must I tell the truth ? 
 
 Scout. Yes, yes ; you must tell the truth here, or we shall 
 not be able to lie to the purpose any where else. 
 
 Sheep. Well, then, last night, after I was married, having 
 a little leisure time upon my hands, I goes down to our pen ; 
 and, as I was musing on I don't know what, out I takes my 
 knife, and happening by mere accident, saving your worship's 
 presence, to put it under the throat of one of the fattest wethers 
 — I don't know how it came about, but I had not been long 
 tile re, before the wether died, and all of a sudden, as a body 
 may say. 
 
 Scout. What ! and somebody was looking on all the while ? 
 
 Sheep. Yes, master, from behind the hedge, and would have 
 it, it died all along with me ; and so, you see, he laid a shower 
 of blows on me ; but 1 hope your worship will stand my friend, 
 and not let me lose the fruits of my honest labors — all at once. 
 
 Scout. Why, there are two ways of settling this business ; 
 and one is, I think, to be done without putting you to any ex- 
 pense. 
 
 Sheep. Let's try that first, by all means. 
 
 Scout. You have scraped up something in your master's 
 service. 
 
 Sheep. I have been up late and early for it, sir. 
 
 Scout. I suppose you have taken care to have your savings 
 all in hard cash ? 
 
 Sheep. Yes, sir. 
 
 Scout. Well, then, when you go home, take it and hide it 
 in the safest place you can find. 
 
 Sheep. Yes, sir, that I'll do. 
 
 Scout. I'll take care your master shall pay all costs and 
 charges. 
 
 Sheep. Aye, so he ought ; he can afford it. 
 
 Scout. It shall be nothing out of your pocket. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 455 
 
 SJieep. That's just as I would have it. 
 
 ScouL He'll have all the trouble and expense of bringing you 
 to trial, and, after that, have the pleasure of seeing you hanged. 
 
 Sheep. Let's take the other way. 
 
 Scout. Well, let me see : I suppose he'll take out a warrant 
 against you, and have you taken before Justice xMittimus. 
 
 Sheep, So I understand. 
 
 Scout, I think the justice's credulity is easily imposed on ; 
 so, when you are ordered before him, I'll attend ; and to all 
 the questions that you are asked, answer nothing, but imitate 
 the voice of the lambs, when they bleat after the ewes. You 
 can speak that dialect. 
 
 Sheep. It's my mother tongue. 
 
 Scout. But, if I bring you clear off, I expect to be very 
 well paid for this. 
 
 Sheep. So you shall ; I'll pay you to your heart's content. 
 
 Scout. Be sure you answer nothing but baa ! 
 
 Sheep. Baa ! 
 
 Scout, Aye ! that will do very well : be sure you stick to 
 that. 
 
 Sheep. Yes, your worship, never fear I. What trouble a 
 body has to keep one's own in this world. (Exeunt.) 
 (Enter Snarl.) 
 
 Snarl. Aye, aye ; that's my neighbor Scout's house : he is 
 just come home, to give orders about the dinner, I warrant. — 
 Egad, I think I shall make a good day's work : what with the 
 fifty pounds his father owed mine, which, by the bye, I know 
 nothing at all about, and the money for the cloth, and the goose 
 that is to be dressed by a famous receipt of Alderman Dump- 
 ling's — egad, I believe they are dressing it now, — I'll in, and 
 see what is going forward. (Exit.) 
 
 Scene 4. — A room in Scout's House. An old couch, an easy chair, 
 center. — Table, with basins, viols, &c. 
 
 Scout, Wife, wife — come along — I think I hear Snarl at the 
 door :' come to your place, and mind your cue. (Sits down.) 
 
 Mrs. S. Never fear me — I warrant I shall make an excel- 
 lent nurse. 
 
 Scout. Ha ! ha ! 1 wonder how Snarl will relish the goose? 
 But hark ! he is certainly coming. 
 
456 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. . 
 
 [Enter Snarl.) 
 
 Snarl, Where is my friend, Mr. Scout ? — Is the goose a 
 dressing ? 
 
 Scout. Wife, wife — here comes the doctor — he brings me 
 the cooling mixture — the cooling mixture ! 
 
 Snarl. The cooling mixture ! 
 
 Mrs. S. Oh, sir ! I hope you have brought something for 
 my poor husband ; he has been confined to his room, and has 
 not been out this fortnight ! 
 
 Snarl. Not out of his room this fortnight ! 
 
 Mrs. S. No, sir ; this day fortnight, of all the good days 
 in the year, he was seized with a lunacy fit, and has not been 
 out of doors since ! 
 
 Snarl. Why, woman! What are you talking about? — 
 Why, he came to my shop this morning, and, by the same 
 token, he bought four yards of iron-gray cloth, and I am come 
 for my money. 
 
 Mj's. S. This morning ! 
 
 Snarl. This morning ; and invited me to dine with him to- 
 day off a goose, and to receive fifty pounds which his father 
 owed mine — I'll speak to him. (Crosses.) How do you do, 
 good Mr. Scout? 
 
 Scout. Oh, how d'ye do, good Mr. Drench ? 
 
 Snarl. Good Mr. Drench ! 
 
 Mrs. S. He takes you for the doctor, Mr. Drench. 
 
 Scout. Wife, wife — keep the doctor from me, and a fig for 
 the disease. • 
 
 Mrs. S. For heaven's sake, sir, if you can't relieve him, 
 don't torment him. 
 
 Snarl. Hold your tongue, woman. I want my cloth or my 
 money. Mr. Scout ! Mr. Scout ! 
 
 Scout. See ! see ! see ! There are three nice butterflies ; 
 there^they fly ; there they fly ! they fly ! (jumps after them,) 
 with bat wings — I've catched them — I have them. — Tally-ho, 
 tally-ho. — Oh ! oh ! oh ! (Falls in the chair.) 
 
 Snarl. Butterflies ! — Hang me if I can see any. I wish to 
 see my cloth. 
 
 Scout. (Jumps on the chair.) My lord, and gentlemen 
 of the jury, my client, Sir Hugh Witherington, charges the 
 defendant, Mr. Mungummery, that is, moreover, nevertheless, 
 as shall appear, us— (Spits at him. — Jumps down and dances.) 
 Dol de rol, de lol ! Oh ! oh ! oh ! (Jumps cross-legged on the 
 chair.) 
 
COMIC AND ABIUSING. 457 
 
 Snarl— E'^txt noh), |)e'» fatitsing t)inrself a taflot, antr at tootft 
 upon ms cloti). 
 
 Jlir*. S. Do, pray, sir, leave him, and don't torment him. 
 
 Snarl. I won't leave him without my money. See, he is 
 getting better. I'll speak to him again. How do you do, 
 neighbor Scout ? 
 
 Scout. How d'ye do, Mr. Snarl ? I am glad to see you ; I 
 hope you are very well. My dear, here is Mr. Snarl come to 
 see us. 
 
 Snarl, There ! there ! there ! he knows me : he knows me. 
 
 Scout. Oh, Mr. Snarl, I beg a thousand pardons ; I confess 
 I have been very unkind : but I hope you'll excuse me coming 
 to see you. I have never called on you since I came to live in 
 this part of the country. 
 
 Snarl. Never called on me ! Oh, the mischief, I shall never 
 get my cloth again. Why, man, you called on me this morn- 
 ing, and bought four yards of iron-gray cloth, and I am come for 
 my money — besides fifty pounds your father owed mine. Aye, 
 you may shake your head ; but hang me, if I go out of the 
 house without it. 
 
 Scout. Say you so ? Then I'll try something else. (Aside.) 
 Wife ! wife ! wife ! get up — softly ! softly ! get up ! Don't lie 
 snoring there : there's thieves in the house. No, no ; second 
 thoughts are best ; be still while I fetch my gun and shoot them. 
 Cover yourself up close ; I'll shoot them ! shoot them ! shoot 
 them ! (Exit.) 
 
 Snarl. Thieves in the house, did he say ? Egad, who knows 
 but, in his mad tricks, he may shoot me for a thief? I'll get 
 out of his way, and not stay with a madman. 
 
 {Enter Scout, with a birch broom, and presents it at him.) 
 
 Scout. Boh! {Exit Snarl.) Victoria! Victoria! Ha! 
 ha ! ha ! Well wife, I must say you are an honor to the fair 
 sex. 
 
 Mrs. S. Ha ! ha ! The good Mr. Snarl, how he must have 
 relished his favorite dish, with the " sage and onions." (Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 5. — Justice's Office. — A covered arm chair for Mittimus, rais- 
 ed on two steps. — Table, with pens, ink, paper, books, &c. Stool for 
 Clerk, and chair for Scout, at table. 
 
 {Justice Mittimus discovered sitting — Clerks, <^c.) 
 Justice. So, the court being assembled, the parties may ap- 
 pear. 
 
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458 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 (Enter Snarl, Scout, and Sheepface, with Constables, ^c.) 
 
 Just. Where is your lawyer, neighbor Snarl ? 
 
 Snarl, I am my own lawyer ; I shall employ nobody — that 
 would cost more money. 
 
 Scout. Why, how now, you rascal, {seeing Snarl as the 
 plaintiff,) have you imposed upon me ? What's the meaning 
 of all this ? Is that the plaintiff? 
 
 Sheep, {Aside to Scout.) Yes, that's his honor, my good ^^ 
 master. I 
 
 Scout. O, fury ! What shall I do ? I must stay and brazen '^ 
 it out ! If I speak out of court, it will cause suspicion. {Aside.) 
 
 Just. Come, neighbor Snarl, begin. 
 
 Snarl. Well then, that thief, there — 
 
 Just. No abuse ! — No abuse ! 
 
 Snarl. Well then, I say, that rascal, my shepherd — no — 
 do my eyes deceive me ? — Sure that is — yes — it must be he ; 
 — if I had not left him very bad, I could have sworn — yes, yes, 
 *tis he — and that other rascal came to my shop and bought — 
 no, no — I don't mean so ; — that rascal there has killed fourteen 
 of my fattest wethers. — What answer do you make to that 1 
 
 Scout. I deny the fact. 
 
 Snarl. What is become of them, then ? 
 
 Scout. They did die of the rot. 
 
 Snarl. 'Tis he — his voice, too. 
 
 Just, What proof have you got ? 
 
 Snarl. Why, this morning he came to my house. — No, 
 no, — I mean, I went down last night to the pens, having long 
 suspected him — 'tis he ! 'tis he ! — and he began a long story 
 about fifty pounds. — No, no, I don't mean that — and there I 
 caught him in the very act. 
 
 Scout. That remains to be proved. 
 
 Snarl. Yes, I will swear it is the very man. 
 
 Just. Why, this is the very man ; but is it certain that your 
 wethers died of the rot ? What answer do you make to that ? 
 
 Snarl. Why, I tell you, he came this very morning, and, 
 after talking some time, makes no more to do than carries off 
 four yards of it. 
 
 Just. Four yards of your wethers ? 
 
 Snarl. No, no, four yards of my cloth ; I mean that other , 
 thief — that other, there. 
 
 Just. What other ? What other, neighbor Snarl ? 
 
 Scout. Why, he's mad, an please your worship. 
 
 Just. Truly, I think so too ; — hark ye, neighbor Snarl, not 
 all the justices in the county — no, nor their clerks either, can 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 459 
 
 make any thing of your evidence. Stick to your wethers ! 
 Stick to your wethers, or I must release the prisoner ; but, 
 however, I believe it will be the shortest way to examine him 
 myself; — come here, my good fellow. (Sheepface crosses to 
 Justice.) Hold up your head, don't be frightened, tell me your 
 name. 
 
 Sheep, Baa ! 
 
 Snarl. It is a lie ! — It is a lie ! — His name is Sheepface. 
 
 Just. Well, well, Sheepface or Baa, no matter for the name. 
 Did Mr. Snarl give you in charge fourscore sheep, Sheepface ? 
 
 Sheep. Baa ! 
 
 Just. I say, did Mr. Snarl catch you in the night, killing 
 one of his fattest wethers ? 
 
 Sheep. Baa ! 
 
 Just. What does he mean by baa ? 
 
 Scout. Please your worship, the blows he gave this poor 
 fellow on the head have so affected his senses, he can say noth- 
 ing else ; he is to be trepanned as soon as the court breaks up : 
 and the doctors say, it is the whole Materia Medica against a 
 dose of jalap, he never recovers. 
 
 Just. But the act, and in that provided, forbids all blows, 
 particularly on the head.' 
 
 Snarl. It was dark, and, when I strike, I never mind where 
 the blows fall. 
 
 Scout. A voluntary confession, a voluntary confession ! 
 
 Just. {Rising and coming forward.) A voluntary confes- 
 sion, indeed. Release the prisoner ; I find no cause of com- 
 plaint against him. {Exeunt Constables.) 
 
 Snarl. No cause of complaint against him ! You are a 
 pretty justice, indeed : — one kills my sheep, and the other pays 
 me with Sir Hugh Witherington, and then you see no cause of 
 complaint against him. 
 
 Just. Not I, truly. 
 
 Snarl. A pretty day's work I have made, indeed : — a suit 
 
 of law, and a suit of iron-gray cloth, both carried against me ; 
 
 but as for you, Mr. Lawyer, we shall meet again. [Exit Snarl.) 
 
 ■ Just. O fie, neighbor Snarl, you are to blame, very much to 
 
 blame, indeed. 
 
 Scout. Come, now it is all over, go and thank his worship. 
 
 Sheep. Baa ! baa ! baa ! 
 
 Just. Enough, enough, my good fellow, take care you do 
 not catch cold in your head ; go and get trepanned, and take 
 care of yourself, Sheepface. 
 
460 EHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Slieep. Baa ! 
 
 Just. Poor fellow, poor fellow. [Eddt Justice. ) 
 
 Scout. Bravo, my boy ! You have acted your part admi- 
 rably, and I think I did very well to bring you off so cleverly ; 
 and now I make no doubt, but, as you are a very honest fellow, 
 you'll pay me as generously as you promised. 
 
 Sheep. Baa ! 
 
 Scout. Aye ! very well, very well, indeed — you did that 
 very well just now, but there's no occasion to have it over any 
 more. — I'm talking about my fee, you know, Sheepface ! — Yes, 
 yes, I tell you it was very well done, but at this time, you know, 
 my fee is the question. 
 
 Sheep. Baa ! baa ! 
 
 Scout. How's this, am I laughed at ? Pay me directly, you 
 rascal, or I'll make you rue it ; I'll teach you to try to cheat a 
 lawyer, that lives by cheating others. I'll — 
 
 Sheep. Baa ! 
 
 Scout. What ! again ! Braved by a mongrel cur, a bleating — 
 
 Sheep. Baa ! 
 
 Scout. Out of my sight ! or I'll break every bone in your 
 dog's skin, you sheep-stealing scoundrel : would you cheat one 
 that has cheated hundreds ? Get home to your hiding place ! 
 
 Sheep. Baa ! 
 
 XXXII— FROM FORTUNE'S FROLIC— AUingham. 
 
 ROBIN EOUGHHEAD — SNACKS — MR. FRANK — VILLAGERS — SER- 
 VANT DOLLY MARGERY. 
 
 Scene 1 . — A Hall in the Castle. 
 
 [Enter Mr. Frank.) 
 Frank. To what humiliation has my bad fortune reduced 
 me, when it brings me here an humble suppliant to my base 
 oppressor ! 
 
 {Enter Snacks, speaking.) 
 Snacks. A letter for me by express ! What can it be 
 about? Something of great consequence from my lord, I sup- 
 pose. — Frank here ! What can he want 1 — Come a begging 
 though, I dare say. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 461 
 
 Frank, Good 'morning to you, Mr. Snacks. 
 
 Snacks. (Coldly.) Good morning. 
 
 Frank. I'm come, sir, to — 1 say, sir, I'm come — 
 
 Snacks, Well, sir, I see you are come; and what then? 
 What are you come for, sir ? 
 
 Frank. The termination of the law.suit which you have so 
 long carried on against me, owing to my entire inability to pros- 
 ecute it any further, has thrown me into difficulties which I 
 cannot surmount, without your kind assistance. 
 
 Snacks. Very pretty, indeed ! You are a very modest man, 
 Mr. Frank ; you've spent your last shilling in quarreling with 
 me, and now you want me to help you. 
 
 Frank. The farm called Hundred Acres is at present un- 
 tenanted — 1 wish to rent it. 
 
 Snacks. You wish to rent it, do you? And pray, sir, 
 Where's your money? And what do you know about farming? 
 
 Frank. 1 have studied agriculture; and, with care, have no 
 doubt of being able to pay my rent regularly. 
 
 Snacks. But I have a great deal of doubt about it. — No, 
 no, sir, do you think I'm so unmindful of his lordship's interest, 
 as to let his land to a poor novice like you ? It won't do, Mr. 
 Frank ; I can't think of it. — Good day, friend ; good day. 
 {Showing him the door.) 
 
 Frank. ]\Iy necessities, sir — 
 
 Snacks. I have nothing to do with your necessities, sir ; I 
 have other business. — Good day. — There's the door. 
 
 Frank. Unfeeling wretch ! 
 
 Snacks. What ! 
 
 Frank. But what could I expect? Think not, thou sordid 
 man, 'tis for myself I sue — my wife, my children — 'tis for them 
 I ask your aid, or else my pride had never stooped so low ! My 
 honest poverty is no disgrace : your ill-gotten gold gives you 
 no advantage over me ; for I had rather feel my heart beat 
 freely, as it does now, than know that I possessed your wealth, 
 and load it with the crimes entailed upon it. (Exit.) 
 
 Snacks. A mighty fine speech, truly ! I think I'll try if I 
 can't lower your tone a little, my fine, blustering fellow : I'll 
 have you laid by the heels for this before night. Proud as you 
 are, you'll have time to reflect in a jail, and bring down your 
 spirit a little. But, come, let me see what my letter says. 
 {Reads.) " Sir, — This is to inform you that my Lord Lackwit 
 died — an heir to his estatje — his lordship never acknowledged 
 her as his wife — son called Robin Roughhead — Robin is the 
 39* 
 
462 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 legal heir to the estate — to put him in immediate possession, ac- 
 cording to his lordship's last will and testament. 
 " Yours to command, 
 
 " Kit Codicil, AtCy at Law." 
 Here's a catastrophe ! Robin Roughhead a lord ! My 
 stewardship has done pretty well for me already, but I think I 
 shall make it do better now. I know this Robin very well : 
 he's over-cunning, I'm afraid ; but I'll tickle him. He shall 
 marry my daughter — then I can do as I please. To be sure, 
 I have given my promise to Rattle ; but what of that ? he hasn't 
 got it under my hand. I think I had better tell Robin this news 
 at once : it will make him mad — and then I shall do as I please 
 with him. Ay, ay, I'll go. How unfortunate that I did not 
 make friends with him before ! He has no great reason to like 
 me; I never gave him any thing but hard words. (Exit.) 
 
 Scene 2.— A Field. 
 
 {Robin Roughhead discovered raking hay.) 
 RoUn. Ah ! work, work, work ! all day long, and no such 
 thing as stopping a moment to rest ! for there's old Snacks, the 
 steward, always upon the lookout ; and if he sees one, slap he 
 has it down in his book, and then there's sixpence gone plump, 
 {Comes forward.) I do hate that old chap, and that's the 
 truth on't. Now if I was lord of this, place, I'd make one rule 
 — there should be no such thing as work ; it should be one long 
 holiday all the year round. Your great folks have strange 
 whims in their heads, that's for sartin. I don't know what to 
 make of 'um, not I. Now there's all yon great park there, 
 kept for his lordship to look at, and his lordship has not seen it 
 these twelve years. Ah ! if it was mine, I'd let all the vil- 
 lagers turn their cows in there, and it should not cost 'em a far- 
 thing ; then, as the parson said last Sunday, I should be as rich 
 as any in the land, for I should have the blessings of the poor. 
 Dang it ! here come Snacks. Now I shall get a fine jobation, 
 I suppose. 
 
 {Enter SnacJcSf lowing very obsequiously — Robin takes his hat 
 offi and stands staring at him.) 
 Rob. I be main tired. Master Snacks ; so I stopt to rest 
 myself a little ; I hope you'll excuse it. — I wonder what the 
 dickens' he's grinning at. {Aside.) 
 
 Snacks. Excuse it ! I hope your lordship's infinite goodness 
 and condescension will excuse your lordship's most obsequious, 
 devoted, and very humble servant, Timothy Snacks, who is 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 463; 
 
 come into the presence of your lordship, for the purpose of in- 
 forming your lordship — 
 
 Rob. Lordship ! he, he, he ! Wall ! I never knew as I had 
 a hump before. Why, Master Snacks, you grow funny in your 
 old age. 
 
 Snacks. No, my lord, I know my duty better ; I should 
 never think of being funny with a lord. 
 
 Rob. What lord ? Oh, you mean the Lord Harry, I sup- 
 pose. No, no, must not be too funny with him, or he'll be after 
 playing the very deuce with you. 
 
 Snacks. I say, I should never think of jesting with a person 
 of your lordship's dignified character. 
 
 Rob. Did — dig — what ? Why, now I look at you, I see how 
 it is ; you are mad. I wonder what quarter the moon's in. 
 Dickens ! how your eyes do roll ! I never saw you so before. 
 How came they to let you out alone ? 
 
 Snacks. Your lordship is most graciously pleased to be 
 facetious. 
 
 Rob. Why, what gammon are you at ? Don't come near 
 me, for you've been bit by a mad dog ; I'm sure you have. 
 
 Snacks. If your lordship would be so kind as to read this 
 letter, it would convince your lordship. — Will your lordship con- 
 descend ? 
 
 Rob. Why, I would condescend, but for a few reasons, and 
 one of 'em is, that I can't read. 
 
 Snacks. I think your lordship is perfectly right ; for these 
 pursuits are too low for one of your lordship's nobility. 
 
 Rob. Lordship, and lordship again ! I'll tell you what, Mas- 
 ter Snacks — let's have no more of your fun, for I won't stand 
 it any longer, for all you be steward here : my name's Robin 
 Roughhead, and if you don't choose to call me by that name, 
 I shan't answer you, that's flat. — I don't like him well enough to 
 stand his jokes. {Aside.) 
 
 Snacks. Why, then. Master Robin, be so kind as to attend, 
 whilst I read this letter. (Reads.) "Sir, — This is to inform 
 you, that my Lord Lackwit died this morning, after a very 
 short illness ; during which he declared that he had been mar- 
 ried, and had an heir to his estate : the woman he married was 
 commonly called, or known, by the name of Roughhead : she 
 was poor and illiterate, and, through motives of false shame, his 
 lordship never acknowledged her as his wife: she has been 
 dead some time since, and left behind her a son, called Robin 
 Roughhead : now this said Robin is the legal heir to the estate. 
 
464 ' RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 I have therefore sent you the necessary writings to put him into 
 immediate possession, accoi-ding to his lordship's last will and 
 testament. Yours to command, 
 
 " Kit Codicil, AiCy at Law." 
 
 Roh. What ! — What, all mine ? the houses, the trees, the 
 fields, the hedges, the ditches, the gates, the horses, the dogs, the 
 cats, the cocks, and the hens, and the cows, and the bulls, and 
 the pigs, and the — what ! are they, are they all mine ? and 1, 
 Robin Roughhead, am the rightful lord of all this estate? Don't 
 keep me a minute now, but tell me, is it so ? Make haste, tell 
 me — quick, quick ! 
 
 Snacks. I repeat it, the whole estate is yours. 
 
 Roh. Huzza! Huzza? {Catches off Snack'' s hat and 
 wig.) Set the bells a ringing ; set the ale a running ; set — go 
 get my hat full of guineas to make a scramble with ; call all 
 the tenants together. I'll lower their rents, — I'll — 
 
 Snacks. I hope your lordship will do me the favor to — 
 
 Rob. Why, that may be as it happens ; I can't tell. (Care- 
 
 Snacks, Will your lordship dine at the castle to-day ? 
 
 Rob. Yes. 
 
 Snacks. What would your lordship choose for dinner ? 
 
 Rob. Beef-steaks and onions, and plenty of 'era. 
 
 Snacks. Beef-steaks and onions ! What a dish for a lord ! 
 —He'll be a savory bit for my daughter, though. (Aside.) 
 
 Rob. What are you at there. Snacks ? Go, get me the 
 guineas — make haste ; I'll have the scramble, and then I'll go 
 to Dolly, and tell her the news. 
 
 Snacks. Dolly ! Pray, my lord, who's Dolly ? 
 
 Rob. Why, Dolly is to be my lady, and your mistress, if 1 
 find you honest enough to keep you in my employ. 
 
 Snacks. He rather smokes me. {Aside.) I have a 
 beauteous daughter, who is allowed to be the very pink of per- 
 fection. 
 
 Rob. Hang your daughter ! I have got something else to 
 think of : don't talk to me of your daughter : stir your stumps, 
 and get the money. 
 
 Snacks. I am your lordship's most obsequious. — Zounds ! 
 what a peer of the realm. (Aside and exit.) 
 
 Rob. Ha ! ha ! ha ! What work I will make in the village ! 
 Work, no, there shall be no such thing as work : it shall be 
 all play. — Where shall I go ? — I'll go to — no, I won't go there ! 
 I'll go to Farmer Hedgestakes, and tell him — no, I'll not go 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 465 
 
 there ; I'll go— I'll go nowhere ; yes, I will ; I'll go every- 
 where ; I'll be neither here nor there, nor any where else. 
 How pleased Dolly will be when she hears — 
 (Enter Villagers, shouting.) 
 
 Dick, Tom, Jack, how are you, my lads ? — Here's news for 
 you ! Come, stand round, make a ring, and I'll make a bit of 
 a speech to you. {They all get round him.) First of all, I 
 suppose Snacks has told you that I'm your landlord ? 
 
 Villagers, We are all glad of it. 
 
 Bob. So am I ; and I'll make you all happy ; I'll lower all 
 your rents. 
 
 All. Huzza ! long live Lord Robin ! 
 
 Hob. You shan't pay no rent at all. 
 
 JilL Huzza ! huzza ! long live Lord Robin ! 
 
 Rob. I'll have no poor people in the parish', for I'll make 
 'em all rich ; I'll have no widows, for I'll marry 'em all. {All 
 shout,) I'll have no orphan children, for I'll father 'em all my- 
 self, and if that's not doing as a lord should do, then I say I 
 know nothing about the matter — that's all. 
 
 AIL Huzza ! huzza ! 
 
 {Enter Snacks.) 
 
 Snacks. I have brought your lordship the money. — He 
 means to make 'em fly, so I have taken care the guineas shall 
 be all light. {Aside.) 
 
 Rob. Now, then, young and old, great and small, little and 
 tall, merry men all, here's among you. {Throws the money; 
 they scramble.) Now you've got your pockets filled, come to 
 the castle, and I'll fill all your mouths for you. ( Villagers car- 
 ry him off, shouting — Snacks follows.) 
 
 Scene 3. — Inside of a neat Cottage ; table spread for dinner. 
 
 {Enter Margery and Dolly. 
 
 Dolly, There now, dinner's all ready, and I wish Robin 
 would come. Do you think that I may take up the dumplings, 
 mother ? 
 
 Margery. Ay, ay, take 'em up ; I warrant him he'll soon be 
 here — he's always in pudding-time. 
 
 Dol. And well he may, for I'm sure you keep him sharp set 
 enough. 
 
 Mar, Hold your tongue, you baggage ! He pays me but 
 five shillings a week for board, lodging, and washing. I suppose 
 
466 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 he's not to be kept like a lord for that, is he ? I wonder how 
 you'll keep him when you get married, as you talk of? 
 
 Doh Oh, we shall do very well, I dare say ; for Robin loves 
 me, and I loves Robin dearly. 
 
 Mar. Yes ; but all your love won't keep the pot boiling, 
 and Robin's as poor as Job. 
 
 Bol. La, mother, now, don't be so cross ! — Oh dear, the 
 dinner will get cold, and the dumplings will be quite spoiled ; I 
 wish Robin would come. (Robin sings without.) Oh, here 
 he comes, in one of his merry humors. [Enter Robin, who 
 cools himself with his hat, then sings and dances.) Why, Robing 
 what's the matter with you ? 
 
 Rob. What ! you haven't heard then ? Oh, I'm glad of that ! 
 for I shall have the fun of telling you. 
 
 DoL Well, sit down then, and eat your dinner ; I havi 
 made you some nice hard dumplings. 
 
 Rob. Dumplings ! Dang the dumplings ! 
 
 DoL Dang the dumplings ! La, mother, he dangs the dumj 
 lings — oh, what a shame ! Do you know what you are saying 
 Robin ? 
 
 Rob. Never talk to me of dumplings. 
 
 Mar. But I'll talk of dumplings, though, indeed ; I shouldh*: 
 have thought of such behavior : dumplings are very whole- 
 some food — quite good enough for you, I'm sure. {Very 
 angry.) 
 
 Rob. Are they, mother Margery ? ( Upsets the table^ dances 
 on the plates, and sings.) Tol de rol lol. 
 
 Mar, Oh dear! the boy's mad; there's all my crockery 
 gone ! (Picking up the pieces.) 
 
 Bol. (Crying.) I did not think you could have used us so ; 
 I'm quite ashamed of you, Robin ! 
 
 Rob. Now doantye cry now, Dolly ; doantye cry. 
 
 Dol. I will cry, for you behave very ill. 
 
 Rob. Now doantye, Dolly, doantye, now. (Shows a purse.) 
 
 Dol. How did you come by that, Robin ? 
 
 Mar. What, a purse of gold ? let me see. (Snatches itf 
 and sits down to count the money. ) 
 
 Dol. What have you been about, Robin ? 
 
 Rob. No, I have not been about robbing ; I have been 
 about being made a lord on, that's all. 
 
 Dol. What are you talking about ? Your head's turned, 
 I'm sure. 
 
 Bob, Well, I know it's turned ; it's turned from a clown's 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 467 
 
 head, to a lord's. I say, Dolly, how should you like to live in 
 that nice place at the top of the hill yonder ? 
 
 Dol. Oh, I should like it very much, Robin ; it is a nice 
 cottage. 
 
 Rob. Don't talk to me of cottages — I mean the castle ! 
 
 Bol. Why, what is your head running upon ? 
 
 Mar. Every one golden guineas, as I am a vartuous woman. 
 Where did you get 'em, Robin ? 
 
 Roh, Why, where there's more to be had. 
 
 Mar. Ay, I always said Robin was a clever lad. I'll go 
 and put these by. [Crosses and exit.) 
 
 Dol. Now do tell me what you have been about. Where 
 did you find all that money ? 
 
 Roi. Dolly, Dolly, gee' us a buss, and I'll tell thee all 
 about it. 
 
 Boh Twenty, an you pleasen, Robin. 
 
 Rob. First, then, you must know, that I am the cleverest 
 fellow in all these parts. 
 
 Dol, Well, I know'd that afore. 
 
 Rob. But I'll tell you how it is — it's because I am the rich- 
 est fellow in all these parts; and, if I haven't it here, I have it 
 here. [Pointing to his head and his pockets. ) That castle's 
 mine, and all these fields, up to the very sky. 
 
 Dol. No, no ; come, Robin, that won't do. 
 
 Rob. Won't it ? I think it will do very well. 
 
 Dol. No, no, you are running your rigs, I know you are, 
 Robin. 
 
 Rob. It's all true, Dolly, as sure as the de'ils in Lunnun. 
 
 Dol. What ! are you in right down arnest ? 
 
 Rob. Yes, I am ; his lordship's dead, and he has left word 
 as how that my mother was his wife, and I his son. . 
 
 Dol. What? 
 
 Rob. Yes, Dolly, and you shall be my lady. 
 
 Dol. No ! Shall I ? 
 
 Rob. Yes, you shall. 
 
 Dol. Oh, that will be fine fun — my lady — 
 
 Rob. Now what do you think on't ? 
 
 Dol. My lady — Lady Roughhead — 
 
 Rob. Why, Dolly! 
 
 Dol. Lady Roughhead ! How it sounds ! Ha, ha, ha ! 
 (Laughs immoderately.) 
 
 Rob. Zooks ! I believe she's going into a high strike. — 
 Dolly ! Dolly ! {^Slapping her hands.) 
 
468 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Dol Ha, ha, ha! 
 
 Roh. Doantye laugh so ; I don't half like it. (Shakes her.) 
 Dolly ! 
 
 Dol. Oh, my dear Robin, I can't help laughing to think of 
 Lady Roughhead. 
 
 Rob. The wench will go beside herself, to a sartainty. 
 
 Dol, But now is it true in arnest ? 
 
 Roh. Ay, as sure as you are there. But come, what shall 
 we do ? Where shall we go ? Oh, we'll go and see old mother 
 Dickens ; you know she took ray part, and was very kind to 
 me when poor mother died ; and now she's very ill, and I'll go 
 and give her something to comfort her old soul. I have heard 
 people say as riches won't make a body happy ; but while it 
 gives me the power of doing so much good, I'm sure I shall be 
 the happiest dog alive. (Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 4.— The Road to the Castle. 
 
 (Enter Mr. Frank.) 
 
 Frank. Well, then, to the house of woe I must return again. 
 And can I take no comfort with me? Nothing to cheer my 
 loving wife and helpless children ? What misery to see them 
 want ! 
 
 (Enter Roiin, unobserved by Frank.) 
 
 Rob. Want ! No, there shall .be no such thing as want, 
 where I am — that's for sartin. 
 
 Frank. My own distress I could bear well, very well ; but to 
 see my helpless infants enduring all the woes poverty brings 
 with it, is more than t can bear. 
 
 Rob. And more than I can bear, too. (Throws his hat 
 upon the ground, and takes money out of his pocket, which he 
 throws into it. ) 
 
 Frank. To-day, I almost fear they have not tasted food. 
 
 Rob. And 1 have been feasting like an alderman. (Drops 
 more money into his hat. ) 
 
 Frank. How happy once my state ! Where'er I turned 
 my eyes, good fortune smiled upon me ; then did the poor e'er 
 tell a tale of woe without relief? Were not my doors open to 
 the unfortunate? 
 
 Rob, How glad I be as I be — a lord, 
 
 Frank. No hand stretched out to my relief. 
 
 Rob, Hey, what ! Yes it is, Mr. Frank. Sir, I'm very 
 glad as I met with you. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 469 
 
 Frank, Why so, my friend ? 
 
 Roh. Because you be mortal poor, and I be mortal rich ; 
 and I'll share my last farthing with you. 
 
 Frank. Thank you, my kind lad. But what reason have 
 you? 
 
 B.oh. What reason have I ? Why, you gave me when I 
 wanted it. 
 
 Frank. I can't remember. 
 
 Roh. Mayhap not ; but that's no reason as I should forget 
 it : it's a long time ago, too ; but it made such a mark here, 
 that time won't rub it out. It's now fourteen years sin' poor 
 mother died : she was very ill one day when you happened to 
 come by our cottage, and saw me stand blubbering at the door ; 
 I was then about this high. You took me by the hand, and I 
 shall never forget the look you gave me, when you axed me 
 what was the matter with me; and when I told you, you called 
 me good lad, and went in, and talked to mother. From that 
 time you came to see her every day, and gave her all the help 
 as you could ; and when she died, poor soul ! you buried her : 
 and if ever I forget such kindness, I hope good luck will for- 
 ever forget me ! 
 
 Frank. Tell me your name : it will remind me. 
 
 Roh. Robin Roughhead, your honor ; to-day T be come Xo 
 be lord of all this estate ; and the first good I find of it is, that 
 I am able to make you happy. — (Stuffing the money into his 
 pockets.) — Come up to the castle, and I'll give you as much 
 money as you can carry away in a sack. 
 
 Frank. Proud wealth, look here for an example ! My gen- 
 erous heart, how shall I thank you ? 
 
 Roh. Thank me, sir ? Don't think of thanking a man for 
 paying his debts. Besides, if you only know'd how I feel all 
 o'er me — its a kind of a — I could cry for joy. 
 
 Frank. What sympathy is in that honest bosom! But 
 how has this good fortune come to you ? 
 
 Roh. Why, that poor woman as you buried was wife to his 
 lordship : he has owned it on his death-bed, and left word as 
 I'm his son. 
 
 Frank. How strange are the vicissitudes of life ! 
 
 Roh. Now, sir, I am but a simple lad, as a body may say, 
 and if you will be so good as to help me with your advice, 1 
 shall take it very kind of you, sir. 
 
 K Frank. I thank you for the good opinion you have of me ; 
 and as far as my poor abilities go, they shall be at your service. 
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470 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Roh, Thank ye, sir, thank ye ! But pray what bad luck 
 made you so mortal poor ? 
 
 Frank, It would take a long time to tell you the story of 
 my misfortunes ; but I owe them to the oppression of Mr. 
 Snacks, the steward. 
 
 Rob. Snacks ! Oh, the villain ! I'll do for him soon : he's 
 rotten here, Master Frank : I do think as how he's a vile old 
 Togue. 
 
 Frank, Judge not too harshly. 
 
 Bob. Come, sir, will you go up to the castle ? 
 
 Frank. Excuse me ; the relief which you have so gener- 
 ously given me, enables me to return to my family. 
 
 Rob. Well, but you'll come back ? 
 
 Frank* To-morrow. 
 
 Bob, No, to-night. — Doo'e favor me ; I want to speak to 
 you. 
 
 Frank, I have a long way to walk, and it will be very late 
 before I can return ; but I will refuse you nothing. 
 
 Rob. Thank ye, sir ; you're very kind ; I shall stay till you 
 come, if it's all night. (Exeunt,) 
 
 Scene 5. — A Hall in the Castle, 
 
 (Enter Snacks.) 
 
 Snacks, A young woman wanting Robin ! — This must be 
 his sweetheart, Dolly, that he talks so much about ; they must 
 not come together ; if they do, it will knock up all my plans. — 
 What shall I do with her ? If I could but get her into that room, 
 she'd be safe enough — here she is. 
 
 (Enter Dolly and Margery.) 
 
 Are you the young woman that wanted to speak with his lord- 
 ship ? 
 
 Dol, Yes, sir. 
 
 Snacks. And pray, what might you want with him ? 
 
 Mar. She wants to settle some matters of her own with 
 him. 
 
 Dol. Yes, that's all, sir. 
 
 Snacks. I dare say ! But I must know what these matters 
 are. (Margery feels herself of great importance, and is partic- 
 ularly noisy through the whole of this scene. Snacks is alarm- 
 ed lesl Robin should hear her. ) 
 
 Mar. Such matters as consarn nobody but themselves, and 
 you must not meddle with them. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 471 
 
 Snacks. Hang the hag ! What a tongue she has ! I shajl 
 never be able to manage her. {^side.) — You can't see his lord- 
 ship; he's engaged. (To Dolly,) 
 
 Dol. Yes, I know his lordship's engaged, for he promised 
 me a long while ago. 
 
 Snacks. Oh ! then you are the poor unfortunate young wo- 
 man that — 
 
 Mar. {Very angry.) No, sir; she is the lucky young 
 woman that is to be my lady ; and I'd have you to know that 
 I'm her mother. 
 
 Snacks. Ah, poor soul ! I pity her, I do indeed, from the 
 bottom of my heart. 
 
 Mar. But she is not to be pitied ; I shouldn't have thought 
 of that ! — Pity, indeed ! 
 
 Snacks. Poor dear creature ! it's a sad job, but it can't be 
 helped ; his lordship is going to be married to-morrow to an- 
 other woman. 
 
 Dol What ! 
 
 Snacks. It is true, indeed ; I am very sorry. 
 
 Mar. And she is not to be my lady, after all ! 
 
 Snacks. No, poor girl ! 
 
 Dol. And Robin has quite forgot me ! (Crying.) Oh dear, 
 oh dear ! — I was afraid how it would be when he came to be a 
 lord. And has he quite forgot me ? 
 
 Snacks. Yes, he told me to tell you that he has done with 
 you. 
 
 Mar. ( Very noisy.) But I have not done with him, though 
 — pretty work indeed; but I'll ring a peal in his ears, that shall 
 bring him to his senses, I warrant : I'll teach him to use my 
 daughter ill ; he's a rogue, a rascal, a scape-gallows, a vaga- 
 bond ; I'll find him out— I'll— 
 
 Snacks. ( Trying to appease her. ) Hush ! hush ! 
 
 Mar. I'll raise the dead, I will. 
 
 Snacks. Be cool, be cool ! — Robin will certainly hear this 
 old bell-wether, and I shall be blown. (Aside.) 
 
 Mar. I'll make him down on his knees, I will ; I'd have 
 him to know, that though he is a lord, he shall remember his 
 promise — I'm in such a passion, I could tear his eyes out ; oh, 
 if I can but see him ! ( Going, Snacks stops her.) 
 
 Snacks. Here, here, stop, stop — I'll go and bring him to you. 
 Only just walk in here a moment, I'll talk to him myself; per- 
 haps I shall bring him round, my dear. 
 
472 KHETOEICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Dol. Thank ye, sir ; tell him I'll kill myself if he doesn't 
 marry me. {Goes in. ) 
 
 Mar. And tell him I'll kill him if he doesn't marry her. 
 {Goes in ; Snacks locks the door.) 
 
 Snacks. Well, they are safe for the present ; I wish they 
 were out of the house, though. If I can but bring this mar- 
 riage to bear, I'm a made man. I have been very careful of the 
 old lord's money, and I should like to take care of a little of the 
 young lord's money : — if I can but marry my girl to him, I'll 
 soon double the twenty-six thousand pounds I have in the five 
 per cents, sacked from my old master. (Exit.) 
 
 Scene 6. — A handsome apartment in the Castle. A table, with 
 wines, &c. 
 
 {Rohin and Snacks discovered.) 
 
 Rob, Well, Snacks, this is very good stuff; I don't know as 
 ever I drank any before : what do you call this. Snacks ? 
 
 Snacks. Red port wine, an't please your lordship. 
 
 Rob, Yes, red port wine pleases his lordship. — I wonder 
 where this comes from. — Oh ! from the Red Sea, I suppose. 
 
 Snacks, No, my lord ; there's plenty of spirits there, but 
 not wine, I believe. 
 
 Rob. Well, one more thing full ; only one, because, you 
 know, now I am a lord, I must not make a beast of myself; — 
 that's not like a nobleman, you know. 
 
 Snacks. Your lordship must do as your lordship pleases. 
 
 Rob, Must I ? then give us t'other sup. 
 
 Snacks. I think his lordship is getting rather forward. — I'll 
 bring my daughter upon the carpet presently. [Aside.) 
 {Enter Servant.) 
 
 Serv, Please you. Master Snacks, here's John the carter 
 says he's so lame he can't walk, and he hopes you'll let him have 
 the pony, to-morrow, to ride by the wagon. 
 
 Snacks. Can't walk, can't he ? — Lame, is he ? 
 
 Serv. Yes, sir. 
 
 Snacks. And what does he mean by being lame at this 
 busy time? — Tell him he must walk ; it's my will. 
 
 Rob, (Aside, to Servant.) You, sir, bring me John's whip, 
 vyill you? {Exit Servant.) That's right. Snacks; the lazy 
 fellow, what business has he to be lame ? 
 
 Snacks, Oh, please your lordship, it's as much as I can do 
 to keep these fellows in order. 
 
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COMIC AND AMUSIWG. 473 
 
 Roh. Oh, they are sad dogs — not walk, indeed ! I never 
 heard of such impudence. 
 
 Snacks. Oh, shameful, shameful ! If I were behind him, 
 Pd make him walk. 
 
 (Enter Sewant, with a whip, which he gives to Robin.) 
 
 Rob. Come, Snacks, dance me a hornpipe. 
 
 Snacks. What ! 
 
 Rob, A hornpipe. 
 
 Snacks, A hornpipe ! — I can't dance, my lord. 
 
 Rob. Come, none of your nonsense ; I know you can dance ; 
 why, you was made for dancing — there's a leg and foot. — Come, 
 begin ! 
 
 Snacks, Here's no music. 
 
 Rob. Isn't there? then I'll soon make some. — Lookye, 
 here's my fiddlestick ; how d'ye like it ? — Come, Snacks, you 
 must dance : it's my will. [Whips him.) 
 
 Snacks. Indeed, I'm not able. 
 
 Rob. Not able ? Oh, shameful ! shameful ! Come, come, 
 you must dance ; it's my will, [Whips him.) 
 
 Snacks. Must I ? — Then here goes. [Hops about.) 
 
 Rob. What ! d'ye call that dancing fit for a lord ? Come, 
 quicker, quicker. ( Whips Snacks round the stage, who roars 
 out. ) There, that will do ; now go and order John the carter 
 the pony — will you ? 
 
 Snacks. What a cunning dog it is ! — He's up to me now, 
 but I think I shall be down upon him by and by. (Aside— ^ 
 exit,) 
 
 Rob. Ha, ha, ha ! how he hopped about and hallooed — but 
 I'll work him a little more yet. [Re-enter Snacks.) Well, 
 Snacks, what d'ye think of your dancing master ? 
 
 Snacks, I hope your lordship won't give me any more les- 
 sons at present : for, to say the truth, I don't much like the ac- 
 companiment. 
 
 Rob, You must have a lesson every day, or you'll forget 
 the step. 
 
 Snacks. No : — your lordship has taken care that I shan't 
 forget it for some time. 
 
 Rob, I can't think where Dolly is : I told her to come to 
 me. 
 
 Snacks. Oh, don't think of her. 
 
 Rob, Not think of her ! why, pray ? 
 
 Snacks, Oh, she's a — 
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447 RHETORICAL DIALOGITES. 
 
 Rob, A what ? — Take care, or I shall make you dance an- 
 other hornpipe. 
 
 Snacks* I only mean to say, that she's too low for your 
 lordship. 
 
 Mob, Too low ! why, what was I just now ? — If I thought 
 riches would make me such a rascal as to use the poor girl ill 
 — a fig for 'em all ; I'd give 'em up, and be plain Robin, honest 
 Robin, again. No : — I've given Dolly my promise, and I'll 
 never break it. 
 
 Snacks, My daughter's very beautiful. 
 
 Rob. Dang it, you talk a great deal about her : — come, we'll 
 go and have a look at her. {Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 7. 
 
 {Enter Robin and Snacks.) 
 Rob. Well, Snacks, where is the — where is this daughter 
 you talk so much about ? 
 
 Snacks. Oh, I'll fetch her in directly, my lord — I'm sure 
 you'll admire her. She's very handsome. 
 
 Rob. I don't believe it, Snacks ; I don't believe it : I'll bet 
 she isn't to be compared to my Dolly. — Oh ! how I wish Dolly 
 was here. 
 
 Mar. {From the chamber.) Oh! Robin, Robin, Lord 
 Robin ! old Snacks has confined us in the yellow chamber ! 
 Rob. Hark ! what's that ? Surely I know that voice. 
 Dol, Mercy, mercy, dear Robin — pray, pray let us out — 
 'tis your Dolly calls to you — pray let us out. 
 
 Rob. What ! my Dolly ? — I'll come, I'll come, dear Doily. 
 — Oh, you old rascal, have you imprisoned mj' Dolly? Oh! 
 dang your old head ! There, take that ! {Knocks Snacks down, 
 and exit.) 
 
 Snacks. Oh, how I wish that noisy old termagant, and her 
 dear Dolly of a daughter, were at the bottom of the sea. — My 
 game's up, certainly. 
 
 Mar, {Without.) Only let me catch hold of him, I'll give 
 it him — an old, abominable — 
 
 {Enter Margery.) 
 Oh, you are there, are you ? You wicked wretch ! — let me 
 get at him ! {Runs after Snacks^ and beats him. ) A pretty 
 pack of lies you have told, you old ragamuffin, you. 
 {Enter Robin and Dolly,) 
 Rob, Oh, you old rascal, Snacks !~I always supposed you 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 475 
 
 to be a villain ; now I know you to be one. I've a great mind 
 to make you dance another hornpipe. — But I'll let you go ; I'm 
 sorry for you ; a man as does so much harm and so little good, 
 never can be happy, I'm sure. 
 
 {Enter Mr. Frank.) 
 
 Rob, Ah ! Mr. Frank, I'm glad to see you — you are wel- 
 cotBe to the castle — I've a great favor to ask of you, Mr. 
 Frank ; you see ' we've rather found Snacks out — look at the 
 sneaking old hypocrite ! {Pointing at him.) 
 
 Mar. Yes, look at the vile, deceitful old villain, — to imprison 
 myself, and her ladyship, my daughter Dolly, as is to be ! 
 
 Roh. Now, Mr. Frank, will you — dang it, will you take 
 care of me, and come and live in the castle with me, and give 
 me your advice 1 — You know how I mean ; — teach me a bit, 
 you know. 
 
 Frank. You are too generous : but I accept your proffered 
 kindness ; and, by my care and attention to your welfare, will 
 repay a small part of the debt I owe you. 
 
 Roh. Now, then, I am happy, with such a friend as Mr. 
 Frank. — ^Dolly, we shall know how to take care of ourselves and 
 our neighbors — and I'll take care that poor folks shall bless the 
 day as made me a lord. {Exeunt.) 
 
 Rohin, Zooks ! I believe she's going into a high strike. Dolly ! Dolly 
 
476 
 
 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 XXXIIL— FROM THE RIY ALS.—Sheridan. 
 
 SIR ANTHONY ABSOLUTE — CAPTAIN ABSOLUTE — SIR LUCIUS o'tRIG- 
 GER — FAULKLAND ACRES — FAG — DAVID ERRAND BOY — SER- 
 VANTS MRS. MALAPROP LYDIA LANGUISH — ^JULIA — LUCY. 
 
 ^^Im 
 
 Sir Anthony.— JSmiDSf toi)at— tofjat's tf)e matter toiti) fi)t fool 1 Sust 
 noto gou toere all fltatftutre antr ttiitg* 
 
 (Enter Mrs, Malaprop and Sir Anthony Absolute, ) 
 
 Mrs. Malaprop. Lydia ! Lydia ! 
 {Enter Lydia.) 
 
 Mrs . M. This, Sir Anthony, this is the deliberate simpleton, 
 who wants to disgrace her family, and lavish herself on a fellow 
 not worth a shilling. 
 
 Lydia. Madam, I thought you once — 
 
 Mrs. M. You thought, miss ! I don't know any business 
 you have to think at all ; thought does not become a young 
 woman. But the point we would request of you is, that you 
 would promise to forget this fellow — to illiterate him, I say, from 
 your memory. 
 
 Lyd. Ah ! madam ! our memories are independent of our 
 wills. It is not so easy to forget. 
 
 Mrs. M. But I say it is, miss ! there is nothing on earth so 
 easy as to forget, if a person chooses to set about it. I'm sure 
 I have as much forgot your poor, dear uncle, as if he had never 
 existed ; and I thought it my duty so to do : and let me tell 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 477 
 
 you, Lydia, these violent memories don't become a young 
 woman. 
 
 Lyd. What crime, madam, have I committed, to be treated 
 thus ? 
 
 Mrs. M, Now don't attempt to externate yourself from 
 the matter ; you know I have proof controvertible of it. But, 
 tell me, will you promise me to do as you're bid ? Will you 
 take a husband of your friend's choosing ? 
 
 Lyd. Madam, I must tell you plainly, that, had I no prefer- 
 ence for any one else, the choice you have made would be my 
 aversion. 
 
 Mrs. M, What business have you, miss, with preference 
 and aversion 1 They don't become a young woman ; and you 
 ought to know, that, as both always wear off, 'tis safest, in mat- 
 rimony, to begin with a little aversion. I am sure I hated your 
 poor, dear uncle, before marriage, as if he'd been a black-a- 
 moor, and yet, miss, you are sensible what a wife I made ; and, 
 when it pleased heaven to release me from him, 'tis unknown 
 what tears I shed ! But, suppose we were going to give you 
 another choice, will you promise us to give up this Beverley 1 
 
 Lyd. Could I belie my thoughts so far as to give that prom- 
 ise, my actions would certainly as far belie my words. 
 
 Mrs. M. Take yourself to your room. You are fit com- 
 pany for nothing but your own ill humors. 
 
 Lyd. Willingly, ma'am ; I cannot change for the worse. 
 {Exit.) 
 
 Mrs. M. There's a little intricate hussy for you ! 
 
 Sir Anthony. It is not to be wondered at, ma'am ; all that 
 is the natural consequence of teaching girls to read. In my 
 way hither, Mrs. Malaprop, I observed your niece's maid com- 
 ing forth from a circulating library : she had a book in each 
 hand — from that moment, I guessed how full of duty I should 
 see her mistress. 
 
 Mrs. M. Those are vile places, indeed ! 
 
 Sir A. Madam, a circulating library in a town, is as an 
 evergreen tree of diabolical knowledge ! — It blossoms through 
 the year ! And, depend upon it, Mrs. Malaprop, that they who 
 are so fond of handling the leaves, will long for the fruit at last. 
 
 Mrs. M. Fie, fie. Sir Anthony ; you surely speak laconi- 
 cally. 
 
 Sir A. Why, Mrs. Malaprop, in moderation, now, what 
 would you have a woman know ? 
 
 Mrs. M. Observe me, Sir Anthony — I would by no means 
 
478 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 n 
 
 wish a daughter of mine to be a progeny of learning ; I don't 
 think so much learning becomes a young woman ; — for instance, 
 I would never let her meddle with Greek, or Hebrew, or Alge- 
 bra, or Simony, or Fluxions, or Paradoxes, or such inflamma- 
 tory branches of learning, nor will it be necessary for her to 
 handle any of your mathematical, astronomical, diabolical in- 
 struments ; but, Sir Anthony, I would send her at nine years 
 old, to a boarding school, in order to learn a little ingenuity and 
 artifice. Then, sir, she should have a supercilious knowledge 
 in accounts ; and, as she grew up, I would have her instructed 
 in geometry, that she might know something of the contagious 
 countries : above all, she should be taught orthodoxy. This, 
 Sir Anthony, is what I would have 51 woman know ; and I don't 
 think there is a superstitious article in it. 
 
 Sir A. Well, well, Mrs. Malaprop, I will dispute the point 
 no further with you, though I must confess, that you are a truly 
 moderate and polite arguer, for almost every third word you 
 say, is on my side of the question. But, to the more important 
 point in debate — ^you say you have no objection to my pro- 
 posal ? 
 
 Mrs. M. None, I assure you. I am under no positive en- 
 gagement with Mr. Acres ; and as Lydia is so obstinate against 
 him, perhaps your son may have better success. 
 
 Sir A. Well, madam, I will write for the boy directly. He 
 knows not a syllable of this yet, though I have for some time 
 had the proposal in my head. He is at present with his regi- 
 ment. 
 
 Mrs. M. We have never seen your son, Sir Anthony ; but 
 I hope no objection on his side. 
 
 Sir A. Objection ! — Let him object if he dare ! — No, no, 
 Mrs. Malaprop, Jack knows that the least demur puts me in a 
 frenzy directly. My process was always very simple — in his 
 younger days, 'twas, " Jack, do this," — if he demurred, I 
 knocked him down ; and, if he grumbled at that, I always sent 
 him out of the room. 
 
 Mrs. M. Ay, and the properest way. — Nothing is so con- 
 ciliating to young people, as severity. Well, Sir Anthony, I 
 shall give Mr. Acres his discharge, and prepare Lydia to re- 
 ceive your son's invocations, and I hope you will represent her 
 to the captain as an object not altogether illegible. 
 
 Sir A. Madam, I will handle the subject prudently. I must 
 leave you ; and, let me beg you, Mrs. Malaprop, to enforce 
 this matter roundly to the girl — take my advice, keep a tight 
 
COMIC AND ABIUSING. 479 
 
 hand — if she rejects this proposal, clap her under lock and 
 key ; and, if you were just to let i^e servants forget to bring 
 her dinner for three or four days, you can't conceive how she'd 
 come about. (Exit.) 
 
 Mrs, M. Well, at any rate, I shall be glad to get her from 
 under my intuition — she has somehow discovered my partiality 
 for Sir Lucius O'Trigger. Sure, Lucy can't have betrayed 
 me ! — No, the girl is such a simpleton, 1 should have made her 
 confess it. Lucy! Lucy! {Calls.) Had she been one of 
 your artificial ones, I should never have trusted her. 
 {Enter Lucy,) 
 Lucy. Did you call, ma'am ? 
 
 Mrs. M, Yes, girl. Did you see Sir Lucius, while you 
 was out ? 
 
 Lucy. No, indeed, ma'am, not a glimpse of him. 
 Mrs. M. You are sure, Lucy, that you never mentioned — 
 Lucy. O gemini ! I'd sooner cut my tongue out ! 
 Mrs. M. Well, don't let your simplicity be deposed on. 
 Lucy, No, ma'am. 
 
 Mrs. M. So, come to me presently, and I'll give you an- 
 other letter to Sir Lucius ; but mind, Lucy, if ever you betray 
 what you are entrusted with, (unless it be other people's secrets 
 to me,) you forfeit my malevolence for ever ; and your being 
 a simpleton shall be no excuse for your locality. {Exit.) 
 
 Lucy. Ha ! ha ! ha ! a simpleton ! Let me see to what ac- 
 count have I turned my simplicity lately. {Looks at a paper.) 
 ** For abetting Miss Lydia Languish in a design of running away 
 with an ensign ! in money, sundry times, twelve po«nd twelve 
 — gowns, five; hats, ruffles, caps, &c. &c., numberless. From 
 the said ensign, within this last month, six guineas and a half. 
 Item, from Mrs. Malaprop, for betraying the young people to 
 her" — when I found matters were likely to be discovered — " two 
 guineas and a French shawl. Item, from Mr. Acres, for car- 
 rying divers letters" — which I never delivered — " two guineas 
 and a pair of buckles. Item, from Sir Lucius O'Trigger, three 
 crowns, two gold pocket pieces, and a silver snuff-box !" — Well 
 done, simplicity ! yet I was forced to make my Hibernian be- 
 lieve, that he was corresponding, not with the aunt, but with the 
 niece ; for, though not over rich, I found he had too much pride 
 and delicacy to sacrifice the feelings of a gentleman to the ne- 
 cessities of his fortune. {Exit.) 
 
480 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Scene 2.— Captain Absolute's Lodgings. 
 
 (Enter Captain Absolute and Fag.) 
 
 Fag. Sir, while I was there, Sir Anthony came in ; I told 
 him you had sent me to inquire after his health, and to know if 
 he was at leisure to see you. 
 
 Capt. Absolute, And what did he say on hearing I was at 
 Bath? 
 
 Fag. Sir, in my life, I never saw an elderly gentleman more 
 astonished ; his servants too, were curious, sir, very curious 
 indeed. 
 
 Capt. A, You have said nothing to them 1 
 
 Fag. O, not a word, sir ; not a word. Mr. Thomas, in- 
 deed, the coachman, (whom I take to be the discreetest of 
 whips) — . 
 
 Capt. A, 'Sdeath ! you rascal ! you have not trusted him ? 
 
 Fag. Oh, no, sir ; no, no ; not a syllable, upon my vera- 
 city ! He was, indeed, a little inquisitive ; but I was sly, sir — 
 exceedingly sly ! My master, (said I,) honest Thomas — (you 
 know, sir, one says honest to one's inferiors) — is come to Bath 
 to recruit. Yes, sir, I said to recruit ; and whether for men, 
 money, or constitution, you know, sir, is nothing to him, nor 
 any one else. 
 
 Capt. A. Well, well, recruit will do — let it be so. (A rap.) 
 Hark ! that perhaps is Sir Anthony. Go, show him up. 
 
 Fag. Yes, sir. [Going.) I beg pardon, sir, but should it 
 be Sir Anthony, you will do me the favor to remember that we 
 are recruiting, if you please. 
 
 Capt. A.. Well, well, begone. {Exit Fag.) 
 {Enter Fag and Sir Anthony.) 
 
 Fag. Sir Anthony Absolute, sir. {Exit.) 
 
 Capt. A. Sir Anthony, I am delighted to see you here, and 
 looking to well ! your sudden arrival at Bath made me appre- 
 hensive for your health. 
 
 Sir Jl. Very apprehensive, I dare say, Jack. What, you 
 are recruiting here, hey 1 
 
 Capt. A. Yes, sir. I am on duty. 
 
 Sir A. Well, Jack, I am glad to see you, though I did not 
 expect it ! for I was going to write to you on a little matter of 
 business. Jack, I have been considering that I grow old and 
 infirm, and shall probably not trouble you long. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 481 
 
 CapL A. Pardon me, sir, I never saw you look more strong 
 and hearty, and 1 pray fervently that you may continue so. 
 
 Sir A. I hope your prayers may be heard, with all my heart. 
 Well then, Jack, I have been considering that I am so strong 
 and hearty, I may continue to plague you a long time. Now, 
 Jack, I am sensible that the income of j'our commission, and 
 what I have hitherto allowed you, is but a small pittance for a 
 lad of your spirit. 
 
 CapU A. Sir, you are very good. 
 
 Sir A. And it is my wish, while yet T live, to have my boy 
 make some figure in the world. I have resolved, therefore, to 
 fix you at once in a noble independence. 
 
 Capt. A, Sir, your kindness overpowers me. Yet, sir, I 
 presume you would not wish me to quit the army ? 
 
 Sir A, Oh ! that shall be as your wife chooses. 
 
 CapU A, My wife, sir ? 
 
 Sir A. Ay, ay, settle that between you — settle that between 
 you. 
 
 CapU A, A wife, sir, did you say ? 
 
 Sir A, ■ Ay, a wife : why, did not I mention that before t 
 
 CapU A. Not a word of her, sir. 
 
 Sir A, Odd so ; I musn't forg£t her, thougfe. Yes, Jack, 
 the independence I was talking of, is by a marriage ; the fortune 
 is saddled with a wife : but I suppose that makes no difference ? 
 
 Capt. A. Sir, sir ! you amaze me ! 
 
 Sir A. 2W!)2, toi)at— to!)at*» tt)c matter b)it|) tjie fooH 3F«st nofu 
 jou toere all flratftulie anti liutg. 
 
 CapU A, I was, sir ; you talked to me of independence 
 and a fortune, but not a word of a wife. 
 
 .Sir Jl. Why, what difference does that make ? Odds life, 
 sir ! if you have the estate, you must take it with the live stock 
 on it, as it stands. 
 
 CapU A. Pray, sir, who is the lady ? 
 
 Sir A, What's that to you, sir ? Come, give me your pro- 
 mise to love and to marry her directly. 
 
 CapU A, Sure, sir, that is not very reasonable, to summon 
 my affections for a lady I know nothing of. 
 
 Sir A. I am sure, sir, 'tis more unreasonable in you to ob- 
 ject to a lady you know nothing of. 
 
 CapU A. You must excuse me, sir, if I tell you, once for 
 all, that in this point I cannot obey you. 
 
 Sir A, Hark ye. Jack : I have heard you for some time 
 with patience — I have been cool, — quite cool; but take cars; 
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482 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 you know I am compliance itself, when I am not thwarted ; no 
 one more easily led, when I have my own way ; but don't put 
 me in a frenzy. 
 
 CapL A. Sir, I must repeat it ; in this I cannot obey you. 
 
 Sir A. Now, hang me, if ever I call you Jack again while I 
 live. 
 
 CapL A, ' Nay, sir, but hear me. 
 
 Sir A. Sir, I won't hear a word, not a word ! not one word ! 
 So give me your promise by a nod, and I'll tell you what. Jack 
 — I mean, you dog — if you don't — 
 
 Capt. A, What, sir, promise to link myself to some mass of 
 ugliness ! 
 
 Sir A. Zounds ! sirrah ! the lady shall be as ugly as I 
 choose : she shall have a hump on each shoulder ; she shall be 
 as crooked as the crescent ; her one eye shall roll like the bull's 
 in Cox's museum ; she shall have a skin like a mummy, and 
 the beard of a Jew. — She shall be all this, sirrah ! yet I'll make 
 you ogle her all day, and sit up all night, to write sonnets on 
 her beauty. 
 
 Capt. A. This is reason and moderation, indeed ! 
 
 Sir A, None of your sneering, puppy ! no grinning, jack- 
 anapes ! ^- 
 
 CapU A. Indeed, sir, I was never in a worse humor for 
 mirth, in my life. 
 
 Sir A. 'Tis false, sir ; I know you are laughing in your 
 sleeve ; I know you'll grin when I am gone, sirrah ! 
 
 Capt. A, Sir, I hope I know my duty better. 
 
 Sir A. None of your passion, sir ! none of your violence, 
 if you please ! it won't do with me, I promise you. 
 
 Capt. A, Indeed, sir, I was never cooler in my life. 
 
 Sir A. 'Tis a confounded lie ! I know you are in a passion 
 in your heart ; I know you are, you hypocritical young dog ; 
 but it won't do. 
 
 Capt. A. Nay, sir, upon my word — 
 
 Sir A. So you will fly out ! can't you be cool, like me ? 
 What good can passion do ? Passion is of no service, you im- 
 pudent, insolent, overbearing reprobate ! There, you sneer again ! 
 don't provoke me ! but you rely upon the mildness of my tem- 
 per, you do, you dog ; you play upon the meekness of my dis- 
 position ! yet take care ; the patience of a saint may be over- 
 come at last ! — But mark ! I give you six hours and a half to 
 consider of this : if you then agree, without any condition, to 
 do every thing on earth that I choose, why — confound you ! I 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 483 
 
 may in time forgive you, — if not, zounds ! don't enter the same 
 hemisphere with me ; don't dare to breathe the same air, or use 
 the same hght with me ; but get an atmosphere and a sun of 
 your own ! I'l] strip you of your commission ; I'll lodge a five- 
 and-three-pence in the hands of trustees, and you shall live on 
 the interest. I'll disown you, I'll disinherit you, and hang me ! 
 if I call you Jack again ! (Exit. ) 
 
 Capt. A, Mild, gentle, considerate father ! I kiss your hands. 
 {Enter Fag.) 
 
 Fag, Assuredly, sir, your father is wroth to a degree ; he 
 comes down stairs eight or ten steps at a time, muttering, growl- 
 ing, and thumping the banisters all the way : I, and the cook's 
 dog, stand bowing at the door — rap ! he gives me a stroke on 
 the head with his cane ! bids me carry that to my master ; then 
 kicking the poor turnspit into the area, canes us all for a pup- 
 py triumvirate ! — Upon my credit, sir, were I in your place, and 
 found my father such very bad company, I should certainly drop 
 his acquaintance. 
 
 Capt. A. Cease your impertinence, sir — did you come in 
 for nothing more ? Stand out of the way. {Pushes him aside, 
 and exit.) 
 
 Fag, So ! Sir Anthony trims my master : he is afraid to 
 reply to his father, then vents his spleen on poor Fag ! When 
 one is vexed by one person, to revenge one's self on another, 
 who happens to come in the way, shows the worst temper, the 
 basest — 
 
 {Enter errand bay.) 
 
 Boy. Mr. Fag! Mr. Fag! your master calls you. 
 
 Fag. Well, you little dirty puppy, you needn't bawl so— 
 the meanest disposition, the — 
 
 Boy. Quick, quick ! Mr. Fag. 
 
 Fag. Quick, quick ! you impudent jackanapes I am I to 
 be commanded by you too, you little, impertinent, insolent, 
 kitchen-bred imp ? {Kicks him off.) 
 
 Scene S.—The North Parade. 
 
 {Enter Lucy.) 
 Lucy. So, I shall have another rival to add to my mistress's 
 list — Captain Absolute ; however, I shall not enter his name till 
 my purse has received due notice in form. Sir Lucius is gen- 
 erally punctual, when l^e ^xpects to hear from his dear Dalia, 
 as he calls her ; — I wonder he's not here ! 
 
484 RHETORICAL DIALOGITES. 
 
 (Enter Sir Lucius O^ Trigger.) 
 
 Sir L. Hah ! my little ambassadress ; upon my conscience, 
 I have been looking for you ; I have been on the South Parade 
 this half hour. 
 
 Lucy. [Speaking simply.) O gemini; and I have been 
 waiting for your worship here on the North. 
 
 Sir L. Faith ! may be, that was the reason we did not 
 meet ; and it is very comical, too, how you could go out, and I 
 not see you — for I was only taking a nap at the Parade Coffee- 
 house, and I chose the window, on purpose that I might not miss 
 you. 
 
 Lucy. My stars ! Now I'd wager a sixpence I went by 
 while you were asleep. 
 
 Sir L. Sure enough it must have been so ; and I never 
 dreamt it was so late, till I waked. Well, but, my little girl, 
 have you got nothing for me ? 
 
 Lucy. Yes, but I have — I've got a letter for you in my 
 pocket. 
 
 Sir L. V faith ! I guessed you weren't come empty-handed ; 
 well, let me see what the dear creature says. 
 
 Lucy. There, Sir Lucius. (Gives him a letter.) 
 
 Sir L. (Reads.) " Sir, — There is often a sudden incen- 
 tive impulse in love, that has a greater induction than years of 
 domestic combination : such was the commotion I felt at the 
 first superfluous view of Sir Lucius O'Trigger." — Very pretty, 
 upon my word ! — " Female punctuation forbids me to say more ! 
 yet, let me add, that it will give me joy infallible to find Sir Lu- 
 cius worthy the last criterion of my affections. 
 
 *' Yours, while Delta." 
 
 Upon my conscience ! Lucy, your lady is a great mistress of 
 language ! Faith, she's quite the queen of the dictionary ; for 
 not a single word dare refuse coming at her call, though one 
 would think it was quite out of hearing. 
 
 Lucy. Ay, sir, a lady of her experience — 
 
 Sir L. Experience ! what, at seventeen ? 
 
 Lucy. O, true, sir — but then she reads so — my stars ! how 
 she will read off hand ! 
 
 Sir L. Faith, she must be very deep read, to write this way, 
 though she is rather an arbitrary writer, too ; for here are a 
 great many poor words pressed into the service of this note, 
 that would get their habeas corpus from any court in Christen- 
 dom. However, when affection guides the pen, he must be 
 a brute who finds fault with the style. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 485 
 
 Lucy. Ah ! Sir Lucius, if you were to hear how she talks 
 of you ! 
 
 Sir L. Oh, tell her I'll make her the best husband in the 
 world, and Lady O'Trigger into the bargain ! But we must get 
 the old gentlewoman's consent, and do every thing fairly. 
 
 Lucy, Nay, Sir Lucius, I thought you weui't rich enough to 
 be so nice. 
 
 Sir Z». Upon my word, young woman, you have hit it : I am 
 so poor, that I can't afford to do a dirty action. If I did not want 
 money, I'd steal your mistress and her fortune with a great 
 deal of pleasure. However, my pretty girl, {giving her money^) 
 here's a little something to buy you a riband ; and meet me in 
 the evening, and I will give you an answer to the angel's letter. 
 {Exit f singing.) 
 
 {Enter Fag.) 
 
 Fag. So, so, ma'am ; I humbly beg pardon. 
 
 Lucy. O lud ! what now, Mr. Fag ? 
 
 Fag. Come, come, Lucy, here's no one by — so a little less 
 simplicity, with a grain or two more sincerity, if you please. 
 You play false with us, madam. I saw you give the baronet a 
 letter. My master shall know this ; and if he don't call him 
 out, I will. 
 
 Lucy, Ha ! ha ! ha ! you gentlemen's gentlemen are so 
 hasty ! That letter was from Mrs. Malaprop, simpleton. She 
 is taken with Sir Lucius's address. 
 
 Fag. How ! what taste some people have ! Why, I suppose 
 I have walked by her window an hundred times. But what 
 says our young lady ? — Any message to my master ? 
 
 Lucy. Sad news, Mr. Fag ! A worse rival than Acres ! Sir 
 Anthony Absolute has proposed his son. 
 
 Fag. What, Captain Absolute ? 
 
 Lucy. Even so. — I overheard it all. 
 
 Fag. Ha ! ha ! ha ! very good, faith ! Good bye, Lucy ; 
 I must away with this news. 
 
 Lucy. Well, you may laugh, but it is true, I assure you. 
 {Going.) But, Mr. Fag, tell your master not to be cast down 
 by this. 
 
 Fag. Oh, he'll be so disconsolate ! 
 
 Luq/. And charge him not to think of quarreling with 
 young Absolute. 
 
 Fag. Never fear — never fear ! 
 
 Lucy. Be sure bid him keep up his spirits. 
 
 Fag, We will — we will, {Exeunt.) 
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4815 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Scene 4.— The North Parade. 
 
 {Enter Captain Absolute,) 
 
 CapL A, 'Tis just as Fag told me, indeed ! Whimsical 
 enough, faith ! My father wants to force me to marry the very 
 girl I am plotting to run away with ! He must not know of my 
 connexion with her yet awhile. He has too summary a method 
 of proceeding in these matters ; however, I'll read my recanta- 
 tion instantly. My conversion is something sudden, indeed ; 
 but, I can assure him, it is very sincere. So, so, here he comes ; 
 he looks plaguy gruff. (Steps aside.) 
 
 {Enter Sir j3nthony.) 
 
 Sir A. No — I'll die sooner than forgive him ! Die, did I 
 say ! I'll live these fifty years to plague him. At our last meet- 
 ing, his impudence had almost put me out of temper — an ob- 
 stinate, passionate, self-willed boy ! Who can he take after ? 
 This is his return for all my goodness ! for putting him at twelve 
 years old into a marching regiment, and allowing him fifty 
 pounds a year, besides his pay, ever since ! But 1 have done 
 with him, — he's any body's son for me — I never will see him 
 more — never — never — never — never. 
 
 Capt, A, Now for a penitential face ! {Comes forward.) 
 
 Sir A. Fellow, get out of my way ! 
 
 Capt, A. Sir, you see a penitent before you. 
 
 Sir A, I see an impudent scoundrel before me. 
 
 Capt. A. A sincere penitent. I am come, sir, to acknow- 
 ledge my error, and to submit entirely to your v/ill. 
 
 Sir A, What's that? 
 
 Capt. A. I have been revolving, and reflecting, and consi- 
 dering on your past goodness, and kindness, and condescension 
 to me. 
 
 Sir A. Well, sir ! 
 
 Capt. A. I have been likewise weighing and balancing 
 what you were pleased to mention, concerning duty, and obedi- 
 ence, and authority. 
 
 Sir A. Why, now you talk sense, absolute sense ! I never 
 heard any thing more sensible in my life. Confound you ! you 
 shall be Jack again. 
 
 Capf. A. I am happy, sir, in the appellation. 
 
 Sir A. Why then, Jack, my dear Jack, I will now inform 
 you who the lady really is. Nothing but your passion and vio- 
 lence, you silly fellow, prevented me telling you at first. Pre- 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 487 
 
 pare, Jack, for wonder and rapture — ^prepare. What think you 
 of Miss Lydia Languish ? 
 
 CapU A. Languish ! What, the Languishes of Worcester- 
 shire 1 
 
 Sir A. Worcestershire ! No. Did you never meet Mrs. 
 Malaprop, and her niece, Miss Languish, who came into our 
 county just before you were last ordered to your regiment ? 
 
 Capt. Jl. Malaprop ! Languish ! Let me see — I think I do 
 recollect something — Languish — Languish— she squints, don't 
 she ? A little red haired girl ? • 
 
 Sir Ji, Squints ! A red haired girl ! Zounds ! no ! 
 
 Ca'pU A. Then I must have forgot ; it can't be the same 
 person. 
 
 Sir A. Jack ! Jack ! What think you of blooming, love- 
 breathing seventeen ? 
 
 Capt. A. As to that, sir, I am quite indifferent : if I can 
 please you in the matter, I shall be happy. 
 
 Sir A. Nay, but. Jack, such eyes ! such eyes ! so innocent- 
 ly wild ! so bashfully irresolute ! Not a glance but speaks and 
 kindles some thought of love ! Then, Jack, her cheeks ! her 
 cheeks ! Jack ! so deeply blushing at the insinuations of her 
 tell-tale eyes ! Then, Jack, her lips ! O, Jack, lips, smiling at 
 their own discretion ! 
 
 Capi. A, And which is to be mine, sir, the niece or the 
 aunt? 
 
 SzV A, Why, you unfeeling, insensible puppy, I despise you. 
 The aunt, indeed ! Odds life ! when I ran away with your 
 mother, I would not have touched any thing old or ugly to gain 
 an empire. 
 
 CapU A. Not to please your father, sir ? 
 
 Sir A, To please my father — zounds ! not to please — oh, 
 my father — odd so ! — yes, yes, if my father, indeed, had de- 
 sired — that's quite another matter — though he wasn't the in- 
 dulgent father that I am. Jack. 
 
 Capt. A, I dare say not, sir ? 
 
 Sir A. But, Jack, you are not sorry to find your mistress 
 so beautiful ? 
 
 CapL A, Sir, I repeat it, if I please you in this affair, I 
 shall be happy. Not that I think a woman the worse for being 
 handsome ; but, sir, if you please to recollect, you before hinted 
 something about a hump or two, one eye, and a few more graces 
 of that kind — now, without being very nice, I own I should 
 rather choose a wife of mine to have the usual number of limbs, 
 
48S RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 and a limited quantity of back ; and, though one eye may be 
 very agreeable, yet as the prejudice has always run in favor of 
 two, I would not wish to affect a singularity in that article. 
 
 Sir A. What a phlegmatic sot it is ! Why, sirrah, you are 
 an anchorite ! A vile, insensible stock ! You a soldier ! you're 
 a walking block, fit only to dust the company's regimentals 
 on ! Odds life, I have a great mind to marry the girl myself ! 
 
 CapL A. I am entirely at your disposal, sir ; if you should 
 think of addressing Miss Languish yourself, I suppose you 
 would hate me marry the aunt ; or, if you should change your 
 mind, and take the old lady, 'tis the same to me, I'll marry the 
 niece. 
 
 Sir A. Upon my word, Jack, thou art either a very great 
 hypocrite, or — but, come, I know your indifference on such a 
 subject must be all fudge — I'm sure it must — come, now, come, 
 Jack, confess you've been playing the hypocrite. I'll never 
 forgive you, if you have not. 
 
 Capt. A. I'm sorry, sir, that the respect and duty which I 
 bear to you, should be so mistaken. 
 
 Sir A. Hang your respect and duty ! But, come along with 
 me. I will write a note to Mrs. Malaprop, and you shall visit 
 the lady directly. Her eyes shall be the Promethean torch to 
 you — come along, I'll never forgive you, if you don't come back 
 stark mad with rapture and impatience — if you don't, egad, I'll 
 marry the girl myself. {Exeunt. ) 
 
 Scene 5. — Mrs. Malaprop's Lodgings. 
 
 {Enter Mrs, Malaprop, with a letter in her hand, Captain 
 Absolute following . ) 
 
 Mrs. M. Your being Sir Anthony's son, captain, would 
 itself be a sufficient accommodation ; but from the ingenuity of 
 your appearance, I am convinced you deserve the character 
 here given of you. 
 
 Capt. A. Permit me to say, madam, that as I have never 
 yet had the pleasure of seeing Miss Languish, my principal in- 
 ducement in this affair, at present, is the honor of being allied 
 to Mrs. Malaprop, of whose intellectual accomplishments, ele- 
 gant manners, and unaffected learning, no tongue is silent. 
 
 Mrs. M. Sir, you do me infinite honor ! I beg, captain, 
 you'll be seated. {Both sit.) Ah ! few gentlemen, now-a-days, 
 know how to value the ineffectual qualities in a woman. Few 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 489 
 
 think how a little knowledge becomes a gentlewoman ! Men 
 have no sense, now, but for the worthless flower of beauty. 
 
 Cdpi, A. It is but too true, indeed, ma'am ; yet I fear our 
 ladies should share the blame. Like garden trees, they seldom 
 show fruit, till time has robbed them of the more specious blos- 
 soms : few, like Mrs. Malaprop, and the orange-tree, are rich 
 in both at once. 
 
 Mrs. M, Sir, you overpower me with good-breeding. — He 
 is the very pine-apple of politeness. (Aside.) You are not 
 ignorant, captain, that this giddy girl has, somehow, contrived 
 to fix her affections on a beggarly, strolling, eves-dropping en- 
 sign, whom none of us have seen, and nobody knows any thing 
 of. 
 
 CapL *R, Oh, I have heard the silly affair before. I'm not 
 at all prejudiced against her on that account. But it must be 
 very distressing, indeed, to you, ma'am. 
 
 Mrs, M. Oh, it gives me the hydrostatics to such a degree ! 
 I thought she had persisted from corresponding with him ; but, 
 behold, this very day, I have interceded another letter from the 
 fellow ; I believe I have it in my pocket. 
 
 Capt. A, By Jupiter ! my last note ! [Aside,) 
 
 Mrs, M. Ay, here it is. 
 
 Capt, A, Ay, my note, indeed ! O, the little traitress, 
 Lucy ! {Aside.) 
 
 Mrs, M, There, perhaps you may know the writing. ( Gives 
 him the letter.) 
 
 Capt, A. I think I have seen the hand before ; yes, I cer- 
 tainly must have seen this hand before. 
 
 Mrs, M, Nay, but read it, captain. 
 
 Capt. A, {Reads.) " My soul's idol, my adored Lydia !" 
 — Very tender, indeed ! 
 
 Mrs, M. Tender ! ay, and profane too, o' my conscience ! 
 
 Capt, A. " I am excessively alarmed at the intelligence you 
 send me, the more so, as my new rival" — 
 
 Mrs, M. That's you, sir. 
 
 Capt. A, " Has universally the character of being an ac- 
 complished gentleman, and a man of honor." Well, that's 
 handsome enough. 
 
 Mrs. M. Oh, the fellow has some design in writing so. 
 
 Capt. A, That he had, I'll answer for him, ma'am. 
 
 Mrs, M, But go on, sir — you'll see presently. 
 
 Capt, A. "As for the old weather-beaten she-dragon, who 
 guards you" — Who can he mean by that ? 
 
490 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Mrs, M, Me, sir — me — he means me, there — what do you 
 think now ? — But go on a little further. 
 
 Capt. A, Impudent scoundrel! — "It shall go hard, but I 
 will elude her vigilance ; as I am told that the same ridiculous 
 vanity, which makes her dress up her coarse features, and deck 
 her dull chat with hard words, which she don't understand" — 
 
 Mrs, M. There, sir, an attack upon my language ! what 
 do you think of that ? — an aspecsion upon my parts of speech ! 
 Was ever such a brute ! Sure, if I reprehend any thing in this 
 world, it is the use of my oracular tongue, and a nice derange- 
 ment of epitaphs. 
 
 Capt, A, He deserves to be hanged and quartered ! Let 
 me see — " same ridiculous vanity" — 
 
 Mrs. M. You need not read it again, sir ! 
 
 Capt, A, I beg pardon, ma'am — " does also lay her open 
 to the grossest deceptions from flattery and pretended admira- 
 tion" — an impudent coxcomb ! — "so that I have a scheme to 
 see you shortly, with the old Haridan's consent, and even to 
 make her a go-between in our interviews." Was ever such 
 assurance ! 
 
 Mrs. M. Did you ever hear any thing like it ! {They 
 rise.) He'll elude my vigilance, will he ? — yes, yes ! — ha ! ha ! 
 he's very likely to enter these doors ! — we'll try who can plot 
 best ! 
 
 Capt. A, So we will, ma'am — so we will, — Ha ! ha ! ha ! 
 A conceited puppy ! ha ! ha ! ha ! — Well, but, Mrs. Malaprop, 
 as the girl seems so infatuated by this fellow, suppose you were 
 to wink at her corresponding with him for a little time — let her 
 even plot an elopement with him — then do you connive at her 
 escape—while I, just in the nick, will have the fellow laid by 
 the heels, and fairly contrive to carry her off in his stead. 
 
 Mrs, M, I am delighted with the scheme ; never was any 
 thing better perpetrated. 
 
 Capt. A, But, pray, could I not see the lady for a few min- 
 utes now ? — I should like to try her temper a little. 
 
 Mrs. M. Why, I don't know ; I doubt she is not prepared 
 for a visit of this kind. There is a decorum in these matters. ' 
 
 Capt, A, O Lord, she won't mind me ! Only tell her Bev- 
 erley — 
 
 Mrs. M. Sir ! 
 
 Capt. A, Gently, good tongue ! {Aside. ) 
 
 Mrs, M, What did you say of Beverley 1 
 
 Capt, A. Oh ! I was going to propose that you should tell 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 491 
 
 her, by way of jest, that it was Beverley who was below — she'd 
 come down fast enough then — ha ! ha ! ha ! 
 
 Mrs. M. 'Twould be a trick she well deserves ; besides, 
 you know the fellow tells her he'll get my consent to see her — 
 ha ! ha ! Let him, if he can, I say again. Lydia, come down 
 here ! (Calling.) He'll make me a go-between in their inter- 
 views ! — ha ! ha ! ha ! Come down, I say, Lydia ! I don't 
 wonder at your laughing — ha ! ha ! ha ! his impudence is truly 
 ridiculous. 
 
 Capt, A. 'Tis very ridiculous, upon my soul, ma'am — ha! 
 ha! ha! 
 
 Mrs. M. The little hussy won't hear. Well, I'll go and 
 tell her at once, who it is — she shall know that Captain Absolute 
 is come to wait on her. And I'll make her behave as becomes 
 a young woman. 
 
 Capt. A, As you please, ma'am. 
 
 Mrs. M. For the present, captain, your servant. — Ah, 
 you've not done laughing yet, I see — elude my vigilance ! yes, 
 yes— ha ! ha ! ha ! {Exit.) 
 
 Capt. A. Ha I ha I ha ! one would think, now, that I might 
 throw off all disguise at once, and seize my prize with security ; 
 but such is Lydia's caprice, that, to undeceive, were probably 
 to lose her. I'll see whether she knows me. ( Walks aside, 
 surveying the pictures.) 
 
 {Enter Lydia.) 
 
 Lyd. What a scene am I now to go through ! I have 
 heard of girls persecuted, as I am, who have appealed in behalf 
 of their favored lover, to the generosity of his rival : suppose I 
 were to try it — there stands the hated rival — an officer too ! 
 but, oh, how unlike my Beverley ! I woader he don't begin — 
 quite at his ease, upon my word ! I'll speak first — Mr. Ab- 
 solute ! 
 
 Capt. A. Ma'am. (Turns round.) 
 
 Lyd. O, heavens ! Beverley ! 
 
 Capt. A. Hush ! hush ! my love ! softly ! be not surprised ! 
 
 Lyd. I am so astonished ! and so terrified ! and so over- 
 joyed ! For heaven's sake, how came you here 1 
 
 Capt. A. Briefly, I have deceived your aunt. I was in- 
 formed that my new rival was to visit here this evening, and 
 have passed myself on her for Captain Absolute. 
 
 Lyd. Oh, charming ! — and she really takes you for young 
 Absolute ? 
 
 Capt. A, Oh, she's convinced of it. 
 
492 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Lyd. Ha ! ha ! ha ! I can't forbear laughing, to think liow 
 her sagacity is over-reached. 
 
 Capt. A, But we trifle with our precious moments — such 
 another opportunity may not occur ; then let me now conjure 
 my kind, my condescending angel, to fix the time when I may 
 rescue her from undeserved persecution, and, with a licensed 
 warmth, plead for my reward. 
 
 Lyd. Will you, then, Beverley, consent to forfeit that portion 
 of my paltry wealth ? that burden on the wings of love ? 
 
 Capt. A. Oh, come to me — rich only thus — in loveliness ! 
 Bring no portion to me but thy love ; 'twill be generous in you, 
 Lydia ; for well you know, it is the only dower your poor Bev- 
 erley can repay. 
 
 Lyd, How persuasive are his words ! How charming will 
 poverty be with him ! {Aside.) 
 
 Capt. A. By heavens, I would fling all goods of fortune from 
 me with a prodigal hand, to enjoy the scene where I might clasp 
 my Lydia to my bosom, and say, the world aflbrds no smile to 
 me, but here. {Embracing her.) If she holds out now, the 
 mischief's in it. {Aside.) 
 
 Lyd. Now could I fly with him to the Antipodes, but my 
 persecution is not yet come to a crisis. {Aside. ) 
 {Enter Mrs. Malaprop^ listening.) 
 
 Mrs. M. I am impatient to know how the little hussy de- 
 ports herself. {Aside.) 
 
 Capt. Ji . So pensive, Lydia ! — is then your warmth abated ? 
 
 Mrs. M. Warmth abated ! — so ! — she has been in a pas- 
 sion, I suppose. {Aside.) 
 
 Lyd. No, nor ever can, while I have life. 
 
 Mrs. M. An ill-tempered little baggage ! She'll be in a 
 passion all her life, will she ? {Aside.) 
 
 Lyd. Let her choice be Captain Absolute, but Beverley is 
 mine. 
 
 Mrs. M. I am astonished at her assurance ! — to his face — 
 this to his face ! {Aside.) 
 
 Capt. A. Thus, then, let me enforce my suit. {Kneeling.) 
 
 Mrs. M. Ay — poor young man ! — down on his knees, en- 
 treating for pity ! — I can contain no longer. {Aside.) Why, 
 thou vixen ! — I have overheard you. 
 
 Capt. A. Oh, confound her vigilance ! (Aside.) 
 
 Mrs. M. Captain Absolute, I know not how to apologize 
 for her shocking rudeness. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 498 
 
 Capt. A. So, all's safe, I find. {Aside,) I have hopes, 
 madam, that time will bring the young lady — 
 
 Mrs. M. O, there's nothing to be hoped for from her ! 
 She's as headstrong as an allegory on the banks of the Nile. 
 
 Lyd. Nay, madam, what do you charge me with now ? 
 
 Mrs. M. Why, thou unblushing rebel, didn't you tell this 
 gentleman to his face, that you loved another better 1 Didn't 
 you say you never would be his ? 
 
 Lyd. No, madam, I did not. 
 
 Mrs. M. Good heavens, what assurance! Lydia, Lydia! 
 didn't you boast that Beverley — that stroller, Beverley — possess- 
 ed your heart 1 Tell me that, I say. 
 
 Lyd. 'Tis true, ma'am, and none but Beverley — 
 
 Mrs. M. Hold ! hold ! assurance ! You shall not be so 
 rude. 
 
 CapL A. Nay, pray, Mrs. Malaprop, don't stop the young 
 lady's speech : she's very welcome to talk thus ; it does not 
 hurt me in the least, I assure you. 
 
 Mrs. M. You are too good, captain — too amiably patient : 
 but come with me, miss. Let us see you again soon, captain ; 
 remember what we have fixed, 
 
 Capt. A. I shall, ma'am. 
 
 Mrs. M. Come, take a graceful leave of the gentleman. 
 
 Lyd. May every blessing wait on my Beverley, my loved 
 Bev — [Mrs. Malaprop 'prevents her speaking.) 
 
 Mrs. M. Hussy ! Come along — come along. (Exeunt 
 Captain Absolute — kissing his hand to Lydia — Mrs. Malaprop^ 
 and Lydia.) 
 
 Scene 6. — Acres' Lodgings. 
 
 (Acres and David discovered — Acres just dressed.) 
 Acres. Indeed, David, dress does make a difference, David. 
 David. 'Tis all in all, I think ; difference ! why, an' you 
 were to go now to Clod HaJl, I am certain the old lady wouldn't 
 know you ; master Butler wouldn't believe his own eyes, and 
 Mrs. Pickle would cry, "Lard presarve me!" Our dairy 
 maid would come gigling to the door, and I warrant Dolly 
 Tester, your honor's favorite, would blush like my waistcoat. 
 Oons ! I'll hold a gallon, there aint a dog in the house but would 
 bark, and I question whether Phyllis would wag a hair of her 
 tail ! 
 
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494 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Acres. Ay, David, there's nothing like polishing. 
 
 Dav, So I says of your honor's boots ; but the boy never 
 heeds me ! By the mass, I can't help looking at your head ! 
 If I hadn't been at the cooking, I wish I may die if I should 
 have known the dish again myself. (Exit.) 
 [Enter Servant.) 
 
 Ser. Here is Sir Lucius O'Trigger, to wait on you, sir. 
 
 Acres. Show him in. [Exit Servant.) 
 [Enter Sir Lucius.) 
 
 Sir L. Mr. Acres, I am delighted to see you. 
 
 Acres. My dear Sir Lucius, I kiss your hands. 
 
 Sir L. Pray, my friend, what has brought you so suddenly 
 f to Bath ? 
 
 Acres. Faith, I have followed Cupid's jack-a-lantern, and 
 find njyself in a quagmire at last ! In short, I have been very 
 ill-used, Sir Lucius. I don't choose to mention names, but 
 look on me as a very ill-used gentleman. 
 
 Sir L. Pray, what is the cause ? I ask no names. 
 
 Acres. Mark me, Sir Lucius ; I fall as deep as need be, in 
 love with a young lady — her friends take my part — I follow her 
 to Bath — send word of my arrival — and receive answer, that 
 the lady is to be otherwise disposed of. This, Sir Lucius, I 
 call being ill-used. 
 
 Sir L. Very ill, upon my conscience ! Pray, can you 
 divine the cause of it ? 
 
 Acres. Why, there's the matter ; she has another lover, one 
 Beverley, who, I am told, is now in Bath. Odds slanders and 
 lies ! he must be at the bottom of it. 
 
 Sir L. A rival in the case, is there ? And you think he 
 has supplanted you unfairly ? 
 
 Acres. Unfairly ! To be sure he has. He never could 
 have done it fairly. 
 
 Sir L. Then sure you know what is to be done ? 
 
 Acres. Not I, upon my soul ! 
 
 Sir L, We wear no swords here, but you understand me ? 
 
 Acres. What ! fight him ? 
 
 Sir L. Ay, to be sure ; what can I mean else ? 
 
 Acres. But he has given me no provocation. 
 
 Sir L. Now, I think he has given you the greatest provo- 
 cation in the, world. Can a man commit a more heinous 
 offense against another, than to fall in love with the same 
 woman ? Oh, by my word, it is the most unpardonable breach 
 of friendship. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 495 
 
 Acres. Breach of friendship ! Ay, ay ; but I have no ac- 
 quaintance with this man. I never saw him in all my hfe. 
 
 Sir L. That's no argument at all — he has the less right, 
 then, to take such a liberty. 
 
 Acres. Gad, that's true : I grow full of anger, Sir Lucius ! 
 I fire apace ; odds hilts and blades ! I find a man may have a 
 deal of valor in him, and not know it ! But, couldn't I con- 
 trive to have a little right on my side ? 
 
 Sir L. What signifies right, when your honor is concerned ? 
 Do you think Achilles, or my little Alexander the Great, ever 
 inquired where the right lay? No, by my word, they drew 
 their broad swords, and left the lazy sons of peace to settle the 
 justice of it. 
 
 Acres. Your words are a grenadier's march to my heart ! 
 I believe courage must be catching! 1 certainly do feel a kind 
 of valor arising, as it were — a kind of courage, as I may say. 
 Odds flints, pans, and triggers ! I'll challenge him directly. 
 
 Sir L. Ah, my little friend ! if we had Blunderbuss Hall 
 here, I could show you a range of ancestry, in the O'Trigger 
 hne, that would furnish the New Room. For, though the Man- 
 sion House and dirty acres have slipped through my fingers, I 
 thank heaven our honor and the family pictures are as fresh as 
 ever. 
 
 Acres. Oh, Sir Lucius, I have had ancestors, too ! — every 
 man of them colonel or captain in the militia ! Odds balls and 
 barrels ! say no more — I'm braced for it. The thunder of 
 your words has soured the milk of human kindness in my breast ! 
 Zounds ! as the man in the play says, " 1 could do such deeds" — 
 
 Sir L. Come, come, there must be no passion at all in the 
 case : these things should always be done civilly. 
 
 Acres. I must be in a passion, Sir Lucius ; I must be in a 
 rage. Dear Sir Lucius, let me be in a rage, if you love me. 
 Come, here's pen and paper. {Sits.) I would the ink were 
 red ! Indite, I say, indite ! How shall I begin ? Odds bullets 
 and blades ! I'll write a good bold hand, however. 
 
 Sir L. Pray, compose yourself. {Sits down.) 
 
 Acres. Come, now, shall I begin with an oath ? Do, Sir 
 Lucius,, let me begin with an oath ! 
 
 Sir L. Pho ! pho ! do the thing decently, and like a Chris- 
 tian. Begin now — "Sir," — 
 
 Acres. That's too civil, by half. 
 
 Sir L. " To prevent the confusion that might arise" — 
 
 Acres, Well. 
 
496 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Sir L. *' From our both addressing the same lady' — 
 
 Acres. Ay — " both addressing the same lady" — there's the 
 reason — "same lady. "^ — Well. 
 
 Sir L. " I shall expect the honor of your company" — 
 
 Acres, Zounds ! I'm not asking him to dinner ! 
 
 Sir L. Pray, be easy. 
 
 Acres. Well, then, " honor of your company. "--Does com- 
 pany begin with a C or a K ? 
 
 Sir L. " To settle our pretensions" — 
 
 Acres. Well. 
 
 Sir L. Let me see — ay, King's Mead-fields will do — " in 
 King's Mead.fields." 
 
 Acres. So, that's done. Well, I'll fold it up presently ; my 
 own crest, a hand and dagger, shall be the seal. 
 
 Sir L. You see, now, this little explanation will put a stop 
 at once to all confusion or misunderstanding that might arise 
 between you. 
 
 Acres. Ay, we fight to prevent any misunderstanding. 
 
 Sir L. Now, I'll leave you to fix your own time. Take my 
 advice, and you'll decide it this evening, if you can ; then, let 
 the worst come of it, 'twill be off your mind to-morrow. 
 
 Acres. Very true. 
 
 Sir L. So I shall see nothing more of you, unless it be by 
 letter, till the evening. I would do myself the honor to carry 
 your message ; but, to tell you a secret, I believe I shall have 
 Just such another affair on my own hands. There is a gay 
 captain here who put a jest on me lately at the expense of my 
 country, and I only want to fall in with the gentleman, to call 
 him out. 
 
 Acres. By my valor, I should like to see you fight first 5 
 Odds life, I should like to see you kill him, if it was only to get 
 a little lesson ! 
 
 Sir L. I shall be very proud of instructing you. Well, for 
 the present — but remember now, when you meet your antago- 
 nist, do every thing in a mild and agreeable manner. Let your 
 courage be as keen, but at the same time as polished as your 
 sword. {Exeunt Sir Lucius and Acres.) 
 
 Scene 7. — Acres' Lodgings. 
 
 {Acres and David discovered.) 
 Dav. Then, by the mass, sir, I would do no such thing ? 
 ne'er a Sir Lucius O'Trigger in the kingdom should make me 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 497 
 
 fight, when I wasn't so minded. Oons ! what will the old lady 
 say, when she hears o't? 
 
 Acres, But my honor, David, my honor ! I must be very 
 careful of my honor. 
 
 Dav, Ay, by the mass, and I would be very careful of it, 
 and 1 think in return, my honor couldn't do less than to be very 
 careful of me. 
 
 Acres, Odds blades ! David, no gentleman will ever risk 
 the loss of his honor ! 
 
 Daxi^ I say, then, it would be but civil in honor never to 
 risk the loss of a gentleman. Look ye, master, this honor seems 
 to me to be a marvelous false friend ; ay, truly, a very court- 
 ier-like servant. Put the case : 1 was a gentleman, (which, 
 thank heaven, no one can say of me ; ) well — my honor makes ' 
 me quarrel with another gentleman of my acquaintance. So, 
 we fight. (Pleasant enough that.) Boh ! I kill him — (themore's 
 my luck.) Now, pray, who gets the profit of it? Why, my 
 honor. But put the case, that he kills me ! By the mass ! I 
 go to the worms, and my honor whips over to my enemy. 
 
 Acres. No, David, in that case, odds crowns and laurels ! 
 your honor follows you to the grave ! 
 
 Bav, Now, that's just the place where I could make a shift 
 to do without it. 
 
 Acres. Zounds ! David, you are a coward ! It doesn't be- 
 come my valor to listen to you. What, shall I disgrace my an- 
 cestors ! Think of that, David — think what it would be to dis- 
 grace my ancestors ! 
 
 Dai). Under favor, the surest way of not disgracing them, 
 is to keep as long as you can out of their company. Look ye, 
 now, master ; to go to them in such haste — with an ounce of kad 
 in your brains — I should think it might as well be let alone. Our 
 ancestors are very good kind of folks ; but they are the last 
 people I should choose to have a visiting acquaintance with. 
 
 Acres, But, David, now, you don't think there is such very 
 — very — great danger, hey ? Odds hfe ! people often fight 
 without any mischief done ! 
 
 Dax), By the mass, I think 'tis ten to one against you ! Oons ! 
 here to meet some lion-headed fellow, I warrant, with his villain- 
 ous double-barreled swords and cut-and-thrust pistols ! Lord 
 bless us ! it makes me tremble to think on't — those be such des- 
 perate, bloody-minded weapons ! Well, I never could abide them ! 
 from a child I never could fancy them ! I suppose there aint 
 been so merciless a beast in the world as your loaded pistol ! 
 42* 
 
498 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Acres. Zounds ! I won't be afraid ! Odds fire and fury ? 
 you shan't make me afraid. Here is the challenge, and I have 
 sent for my dear friend, Jack Absolute, to carry it for me. 
 
 Dav. Ay, in the name of mischief, let him be the messenger. 
 For my part, I wouldn't lend a hand to it, for the best horse in 
 your stable. By the mass •! it don't look like another letter ! 
 It is, as I may say, a designing and malicious-looking letter ! 
 and I warrant smells of gunpowder, like a soldier's pouch ! Oons 1 
 I wouldn't swear it mayn't go off! 
 
 Jicres. Out, you poltroon ! — you haven't the valor of a grass- 
 hopper. 
 
 Bav, Well, I say no more : 'twill be sad news, to be sure^ 
 at Clod Hall ! but I ha' done. How Phyllis will howl when 
 she hears of it ! Ay, poor bitch, she little thinks what shooting 
 her master's going after ! And I warrant old Crop, who has 
 carried your honor, field and road, these ten years, will curse 
 the hour he was born ! ( Whimpering.) 
 
 Acres. It won't do, David — 1 am determined to fight, so 
 get along, you coward, while I'm in the mind. 
 {Enter Servant.) 
 
 Serv. Captain Absolute, sir. 
 
 Acres, O ! show him up. {Exit Servant.) 
 
 Davi Well, heaven send we be all alive this time to-morrow. 
 
 Acres. What's that ? Don't provoke me, David ! 
 
 Dav. Good bye, master. {SohUng.) 
 
 Acres. Get along, you cowardly, dastardly, croaking raven. 
 {Exit David.) 
 
 {Enter Captain Absolute.) 
 
 Capt. Ji. What's the matter. Bob ? 
 
 Acres. A vile, sheep-hearted blockhead ! If I hadn't the 
 valor of St. George, and the dragon to boot — 
 
 Capt. A. But what did you want with me, Bob ? 
 
 Acres. Oh ! there. {Gives him the challenge.) 
 
 Capt. A. " To Ensign Beverley." So — what's going on 
 now ? {Aside.) Well, what's this ? 
 
 Acres, A challenge ! 
 
 Capt. A. Indeed ! Why, you won't fight him, will you, 
 Bob? 
 
 Acres. Egad, but I will, Jack. — Sir Lucius has wrought 
 me to it. He has left me full of rage, and I'll fight this even- 
 ing, that so much good passion mayn't be wasted. 
 
 Capt. A. But what have I to do with this ? 
 
 Acres. Why, as I think you know something of this fellow, 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 499 
 
 I Want you to find him out for me, and give him this mortal de- 
 fiance. 
 
 Capt. A. Well, give it me, and trust me he gets it. 
 
 Acres. Thank you, my dear friend, my dear Jack ; but it 
 is giving you a great deal of trouble. 
 
 Capt, A. Not in the least — I beg you won't mention it. No 
 trouble in the world, I assure you. 
 
 Acres. You are very kind. What it is to have a friend ! 
 You couldn't be my second, could you, Jack ? 
 
 Capt. A. Why, no, Bob, not in this atfair — it would not be 
 quite so proper. 
 
 Acres. Well, then, I must get my friend, Sir Lucius. I 
 shall have your good wishes, however, Jack ? 
 
 Capt. A, Whenever he meets you, believe me. 
 [Enter Servant.) 
 
 Sew. Sir Anthony Absolute is below, inquiring for the cap- 
 tain. 
 
 Capt. A. I'll come instantly. {Exit Servant.) Well, my 
 little hero, success attend you. {Going.) 
 
 .Acres. Stay, stay, Jack. If Beverley should ask you what 
 kind of a man your friend Acres is, do tell him I am a tremen- 
 dous fellow — will you, Jack ? 
 
 Capt. A. To be sure I shall. I'll say you are a determin- 
 ed dog — hey, Bob ? 
 
 Acres. Ay, do, do ; and if that frightens him, egad, perhaps 
 he mayn't come. So tell him I generally kill a man a week ; 
 will you. Jack ? 
 
 Capt. A. I will, I will ; I'll say you are called, in the coun- 
 try, "Fighting Bob." 
 
 Acres. Right, right — 'tis all to prevent mischief : for I don't 
 want to take his life, if I clear my honor. 
 
 Capt. A. No ! that's very kind of you. 
 
 Acres. Why, you don't wish me to kill him, do you, Jack? 
 
 Capt. A. No, upon my soul, I do not. But a tremendous 
 fellow, hey ? {Going.) 
 
 Acres. True, true. But stay, stay, Jack ; you may add, that 
 you never saw me in such a rage before — a most devouring rage. 
 
 Capt. A. I will, I will. 
 
 .Acres. Remember, Jack — a determined dog ! 
 
 Capt. A. Ay, ay, " Fighting Bob." {Exeunt Acres and 
 Capt, Absolute.) 
 
500 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES* 
 
 Scens 8. — Mrs. Malaprop's Lodgings. 
 
 {Enier Mrs, Malaprop and Lydia. ) 
 
 Mrs, M, Why, thou perverse one ! tell me what you can 
 object to in him ? Isn't he a handsome man ? tell me that. A 
 genteel man ? A pretty figure of a man ? 
 
 Lyd. She little thinks whom she is praising. {Aside.) So 
 is Beverley, ma'am. 
 
 Mrs. M. No caparisons, miss, if you please. Caparisons 
 don't become a young woman. No ! Captain Absolute is in- 
 deed a fine gentleman. 
 
 Lyd. Ay, the Captain Absolute you have seen. (Aside.) 
 
 Mrs, M. Then, he's so well bred ; so full of alacrity and 
 adulation ! He has so much to say for himself, in such good 
 language too. His physiognomy so grammatical ; then his 
 presence so noble ! I protest, when I saw him, I thought of 
 what Hamlet says in the play : — " Hesperian curls — the front 
 of Job himself! An eye, like March, to threaten at command ! 
 A station, like Harry Mercury, new." — Something about kiss- 
 ing — on a hill — however, the similitude struck me directly. 
 
 Lyd. How enraged she'll be presently, when she discovers 
 her mistake. (Aside. ) 
 
 (Enier Servant.) 
 
 Serv. Sir Anthony and Captain Absolute, are below, ma'am. 
 
 Mrs. M. Show them up here. {Exit Servant.) Now, 
 
 Lydia, I insist on your behaving as becomes a young woman. 
 
 Show your good breeding, at least, though you have forgot your 
 
 duty. 
 
 Lyd. Madam, I have told you my resolution : I shall not 
 only give him no encouragement, but I won't even speak to, or 
 look at him, [Flings herself into a chair, with her face from 
 the door.) 
 
 (Enier Sir Anthony and Captain Absolute.) 
 
 Sir A. Here we are, Mrs. Malaprop, come to mitigate the 
 frowns of unrelenting beauty ; and difficulty enough I had to 
 bring this fellow. 
 
 Mrs. M. Yqu have infinite trouble, Sir Anthony, in the af- 
 fair. I am ashamed for the cause ! — Lydia, Lydia, rise, I be. 
 seech you ! Pay your respects ! (Aside to her.) 
 
 Sir A. I hope, madam, that Miss Languish has reflected 
 on the worth of this gentleman, and the regard due to her aunt's 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 501 
 
 choice, and my alliance. Now, Jack, speak to her. {Aside 
 to him. ) 
 
 Capt, A. Why, what shall I say to her ! You see, sir, she won't 
 even look at me, whilst you are here ; I knew she wouldn't ! I 
 told you so. — Let me entreat you, sir, to leave us together ! 
 {Capt. Absolute seems to expostulate with his father.) 
 
 Sir A. I say, sir, I won't stir a foot yet. 
 
 Mrs. M. I am sorry to say, Sir Anthony, that my affluence 
 over my niece is very small. — Turn round, Lydia, I blush for 
 you. {Aside to her.) 
 
 Sir A. May I not flatter myself, that Miss Languish will 
 assign what cause of dislike she can have to my son ? — Why 
 don't you begin, Jack ? Speak, you puppy — speak ! {Aside 
 to him.) 
 
 Mrs. M. It is impossible, Sir Anthony, she can have any. 
 She will not say she has. Answer, hussy ! why don't you an- 
 swer ? {Aside to her.) 
 
 Sir A. Then, madam, I trust that a childish and hasty pre- 
 dilection will be no bar to Jack's happiness. — Zounds ! sirrah ! 
 why don't you speak? {Aside to him.) 
 
 Capt. A. Hem! hem! Madam — hem! {Capt. Jlbsolute 
 attempts to speak, then returns to Sir Anthony.) Faith ! sir, I 
 am so confounded ! and so — so confused ! I told you I should 
 be so, sir ; I knew it. The — the tremor of my passion entire- 
 ly takes away my presence of mind. 
 
 Sir A. But it don't take away your voice, fool, does it ? Go 
 up, and speak to her directly ! [Capt. Absolute makes signs to 
 Mrs. Malaprop to leave them together. ) What are you at, sir? 
 Unlock your jaws, sirrah, or — {Aside to him.) 
 
 Capt. A. {Draws near Lydia.) Now heaven send she may 
 be too sullen to look round ! I must disguise my voice. {Aside. 
 Speaks in a low tone.) Will not Miss Languish lend an ear to 
 the mild accents of true love ? Will not — 
 
 Sir A. . What the mischief ails the fellow ? Why don't you 
 speak out ? not stand croaking like a frog in a quinsy ! 
 
 Capt. A. The—the excess of my awe, and my — my mod- 
 esty, quite choke me ! 
 
 Sir A. Ah ! your modesty again ! I'll tell you what. Jack, 
 if you don't speak out directly, and glibly too, I shall be in such 
 a rage ! Mrs. Malaprop, I wish the lady would favor us with 
 something more than a side-front. {Mrs. Malaprop seems to 
 chide Lydia,) 
 
 Capt. A, So ! all will out, I see ! {Goes up to Lydia-^ 
 
502 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 speaks softly.) Be not surprised, my Lydia, — suppress all sur. 
 prise at present. 
 
 ' Lyd. (Aside.) Heavens ! 'tis Beverley's voice ! [Looks 
 around hy degrees^ then starts up.) Is this possible ! my Bev- 
 erley ! How can this be? My Beverley ! 
 
 Capt. A, Ah ! 'tis all over ! (Aside.) 
 
 Sir A. Beverley ! Beverley ! What can the girl mean ? 
 This is my son, Jack Absolute. 
 
 Mrs. M. For shame, hussy ! for shame ! Your head runs 
 so on that fellow, that you have him always in your eyes ! Beg 
 Captain Absolute's pardon directly. 
 
 Lyd. 1 see no Captain Absolute, but my loved Beverley ! 
 
 Sir A. Zounds! the girl's mad! her brain's turned by 
 reading! 
 
 Mrs. M. 0' my conscience, I believe so ! — What do you 
 mean by Beverley, hussy ? You saw Captain Absolute before 
 to-day ; there he is, your husband that shall be. 
 
 Lyd. With all my soul, ma'am ; when I refuse my Bever- 
 ley — 
 
 Sir A. Oh ! she's as mad as Bedlam ! or has this fellow 
 been playing us a rogue's trick ? Come here, sirrah ; who, who 
 are you, sirrah ? 
 
 Capt.- A. Faith, sir, I am not quite clear myself; but I'll 
 endeavor to recollect. 
 
 Sir A. Are you my son, or not ? Speak ! or I shall be in 
 a rage ! 
 
 Copt. A. Ye powers of impudence, befriend me ! (Aside.) 
 Sir Anthony, most assuredly I am your son — as I hope my duty 
 has always shown. Mrs. Malaprop, I am your most respect- 
 ful admirer, and shall be proud to add, affectionate nephew ; I 
 need not tell my Lydia, that she sees her faithful Beverley, who, 
 knowing the singular generosity of her temper, assumed that 
 name, and a station which has proved a test of the most disin- 
 terested love, which he now hopes to enjoy in a more elevated 
 character. 
 
 Lyd. So ! — there will be no elopement, after all ! {Sul- 
 lenly.) 
 
 Sir A, Well, Jack, I am glad you are not the dull, insen- 
 sible varlet, you pretend to be, however ! I'm glad you have 
 made a fool of your father, you dog, I am. So, this was your 
 penitence, your duty and obedience ! I thought it was quite 
 sudden. You never heard their names before, not you ! What, 
 the Languishes of Worcestershire, hey ? If you could please 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 503 
 
 me in the affair, 'twas all you desired ! Ah ! you dissembling 
 dog! What! (Pomting to Lydia.) She squints, don't she ? 
 A little red-haired girl ! hey ? 
 
 Mrs. M. O lud ! Sir Anthony, a new light breaks in 
 upon me ! Hey ! how ! what ! captain, did you write the let- 
 ters, then? What ! am I to thank you for the elegant compila- 
 tion of an ''old weather-beaten she-dragon," — hey? O mercy, 
 was it you that reflected on my parts of speech ? 
 
 Capt. A. Dear sir ! my modesty will be overpowered at 
 last, if you don't assist me, I shall certainly not be able to 
 stand it. 
 
 Sir A, Come, come, Mrs. Malaprop, we must forget and 
 forgive. Odds life ! matters have taken so clever a turn all of 
 a sudden, that I could find in my heart to be so good-humored ! 
 and so gallant ! Hey ! Mrs. Malaprop ! Come, we must 
 leave them together — their's is the time of life for happiness ! 
 "Youth's the season made for joy." (Sings.) Hey! Odds 
 life ! I'm in such spirits !— Permit me, ma'am. {Gives his hand 
 to Mrs. Malaprop. — Sings.) Tol de rol — tol de rol! de rol ! 
 {Exit, singing, and handing Mrs, Malaprop off-^Lydia sits 
 sullenly in her chair.) 
 
 Capt. A. So much thought bodes me no good. {Aside,) 
 So grave, Lydia ! 
 
 Lyd. Sir! 
 
 Capt. A. So ! egad ! I thought as much ! That polite 
 monosyllable has froze me! (Aside.) What, Lydia, now 
 that we are as happy in our friends' consent as in our mutual 
 vows — 
 
 Lyd. Friends' consent, indeed ! (Peevishly.) 
 
 Capt. A. Come, come, we must lay aside some of our ro- 
 mance ; a little wealth and comfort may be endured, after all. 
 And for your fortune, the lawyers shall make such settlements 
 as — 
 
 Lyd. Lawyers ! I hate lawyers ! 
 
 Capt. A. Nay, then, we will not wait for their lingering 
 forms, but instantly procure the license, and— 
 
 Lyd. The license ! I hate licenses ! 
 
 Capt. A. Oh, my love, be not so unkind — thus let me en- 
 treat. (Kneeling.) 
 
 Lyd. Pshaw! what signifies kneeling, when you know I 
 must have you ? 
 
 Capt. A. (Rising.) Nay, madam, there shall be no con- 
 straint upon your inclinations, I promise you. If I have lost 
 
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 your heart, I resign the rest. 'Gad, I must try what a little 
 spirit will do. (Aside.) 
 
 Lyd. (Rising.) Then, sir, let me tell you, the interest you 
 had there was acquired by a mean, unmanly imposition, and 
 deserves the punishment of fraud. i What, you have been treat- 
 ing me like a child ! humoring my romance ; and laughing, I 
 suppose, at your success ! 
 
 Capt. A, You wrong me, Lydia, you wrong me. Only 
 hear — 
 
 Lyd. So, while I fondly imagined we were deceiving my re- 
 lations, and flattered myself that I should outwit and incense 
 them all — behold, my hopes are to be crushed at once, by my 
 aunt's consent and approbation, and I am myself the only dupe 
 at last ! ( Walking about in a heat.) But here, sir, here is the 
 picture — Beverley's picture ! [taking a miniature from her bosom) 
 — which 1 have worn, night and day, in spite of threats and 
 entreaties ! There, sir — (flings it to him) — and be assured, I 
 throw the original from my heart, as easily. 
 
 Capt. A. Nay, nay, ma'am, we will not differ as to that — 
 here — (taking out a picture) — here is Miss Lydia Languish. 
 What a difference ! — Ay, there is the heavenly assenting smile, 
 that first gave soul and spirit to my hopes ! Those are the lips 
 which sealed a vow, as yet scarce dry in Cupid's calendar ! and 
 there the half-resentful blush, that would have checked the ardor 
 of my thanks. Well, all that's past; all over indeed ! There, 
 madam, in beauty, that copy is not equal to you, but in my 
 mind, its merit over the original, in being still the same, is such 
 — that — I'll put it in my pocket. {Puts it up again.) 
 
 Lyd. (Softening.) 'Tis your own doing, sir — 1, 1, 1, sup- 
 pose you are perfectly satisfied. 
 
 Capt. A. Oh, most certainly. Sure now, this is much bet- 
 ter than being in love ! ha ! ha ! ha ! There's some spirit in 
 this ! What signifies breaking some scores of solemn promises ; 
 all that's of no consequence, you know. To be sure, people 
 will say, that miss didn't know her own mind ; but never mind 
 that : or, perhaps, they may be ill-natured enough to hint, that 
 the gentleman grew tired of the lady, and forsook her ; but 
 don't let that fret you. 
 
 Lyd. There's no bearing this insolence ! 'Tis worse than 
 your treachery and deceit, you base ingrate ! {Rushing off, 
 in tears.) 
 
 Capt. A. Lydia! Lydia! (Following.) 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 505 
 
 Scene 9.— The North Parade. 
 
 (Enter Sir Lucius O' Trigger.) 
 
 SirL. I wonder where this Captain Absolute hides himself* 
 Upon my conscience, these officers are always in one's way, in ^ 
 love affairs : I remember I might have married Lady Dorothy 
 Carmine, if it had not been for a little rogue of a major, who 
 ran away with her before she could get a sight of me ! I wonder 
 what it is the ladies can see hi them to be so fond of — unless it 
 be a touch of the old serpent in them, that makes the little crea- 
 tures be caught, like vipers, with a bit of red cloth. Hah, isn't 
 this the captain coming ? Faith, it is ! There is a probability 
 of succeeding about that fellow, that is mighty provoking. (Re- 
 tires.) 
 
 (Enter Captain Absolute.) 
 
 Capt. A. To what fine purpose have I been plotting ! a no- 
 ble reward for all my schemes, upon my word ! A little gipsy ! 
 I did not think her romance could have made her so absurd, 
 either. 'Sdeath, I never was in a worse humor in my life ! I 
 could cut my own throat, or any other person's, with the greatest 
 pleasure in the world ! 
 
 Sir L. O, faith ! I'm in the luck of it, I never would 
 have found him in a sweeter temper, for my purpose — to be 
 sure I'm just come in the nick ! now to enter into conversation 
 with him, and so quarrel genteelly. (Jiside. — Advances to Cap- 
 tain Absolute.) With regard to that matter, captain, I must beg 
 leave to differ in opinion with you. 
 
 Capt, A. Upon my word, then, you must be a very subtle 
 disputant : because, sir, I happened just then to be giving no 
 opinion at all. 
 
 Sir Lh That's no reason ; for, give me leave to tell you, a 
 man may think an untruth, as well as speak one. 
 
 Capt. A. Very true, sir ; but if a man never utters his thoughts, 
 I should think they might stand a chance of escaping contro- 
 versy. 
 
 Sir L. Then, sir, you differ in opinion with me, which 
 amounts to the same thing. 
 
 Capt. Ji. Hark ye. Sir Lucius, if I had not before known 
 you to be a gentleman, upon my word, I should not have dis- 
 covered it at this interview ; for, what you can drive at, unless 
 you mean to quarrel with me, I cannot conceive ! 
 
 Sir L. I humbly thank yQu, sir, for the quickness of your 
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506 EHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 apprehension. (Bowing.) You have named the very thing I 
 would be at. 
 
 Capt. A. Very well, sir — I shall certainly not baulk your 
 inclinations ; but I should be glad if you would please to explain 
 your nnotives. 
 
 Sir L. Pray, sir, be easy — the quarrel is a very pretty 
 quarrel, as it stands — we should only spoil it, by trying to ex- 
 plain it. However, your memory is very short, or you could 
 not have forgot an affront you passed on me within this week. 
 So, no more, but name your time and place. 
 
 Capt. A, Well, sir, since you are so bent on it, the sooner 
 the better ; let it be this evening — here by the Spring Gardens. 
 We shall scarcely be interrupted. 
 
 Sir L. Faith ! that same interruption, in affairs of this 
 nature, shows very great ill-breeding. I don't know what's 
 the reason, but in England, if a thing of this kind gets wind, 
 people make such a pother, that a gentleman can never fight in 
 peace and quietness. However, if it's the same to you, cap- 
 tain, I should take it as a particular kindness, if you'd let us 
 meet in King's Mead- fields, as a little business will call me 
 there about six o'clock, and I may despatch both matters at 
 once. 
 
 Capt. A. 'Tis the same to me, exactly. A little after six, 
 then, we will discuss the matter more seriously. 
 
 Sir L. If you please, sir, there will be a very pretty small- 
 sword light, though it won't do for a long shot. So that matter's 
 settled, and my mind's at ease. [Exeunt.) 
 
 Scene 10.— Julia's Dressing-Room. 
 
 (Enter Maid and Lydia.) 
 
 Maid. My mistress, ma'am, I know, was here just now ; 
 perhaps she is only in the next room. (Exit.) 
 
 Lyd. Heigho! Though he has used me so, this fellow 
 runs strangely in my head. I believe one lecture from my 
 grave cousin, will make me recall him. (Enter Julia.) Oh, 
 Julia, I am come to you with such an appetite for consolation ! 
 Lud, child ! what's the matter with you ? You have been cry- 
 ing ! — I'll be hanged if that Faulkland has not been tormenting 
 you! 
 
 Jul. You mistake the cause of my uneasiness : something 
 has flurried me a little. Nothing that you can guess at. 
 
 Lyd, Ah ! whatever vexations you may have, I can assure 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. ' 507 
 
 you mine surpass them. You know who Beverley proves 
 to be? 
 
 Jul. I will now own to you, Lydia, that Mr. Faulkland had 
 before informed me of the whole affair. 
 
 Lyd. So, then, I see I have been deceived by every one ! 
 But I don't care, I'll never have him. 
 
 Jul. Nay, Lydia — 
 
 Lyd. Why, is it not provoking, when I thought we were 
 coming to the prettiest distress imaginable, to find myself made 
 a mere Smithfield bargain of at last 1 There had I projected 
 one of the most sentimental elopements ! so becoming a dis- 
 guise ! so amiable a ladder of ropes ! conscious moon — four 
 horses — Scotch parson — with such surprise to Mrs. Malaprop ! 
 and such paragraphs in the newspapers ! Oh, I shall die with 
 disappointment ! 
 
 Jul. I don't wonder at it. 
 
 Lyd. Now, sad reverse ! what have I to expect, but after a 
 deal of flimsy preparation, with a bishop's license, and my 
 aunt's blessing, to go simpering up to the altar ! Or, perhaps, 
 be cried three times in a country church, and have an unman- 
 nerly fat clerk ask the consent of every butcher in the parish, to 
 join John Absolute and Lydia Languish, spinster. Oh, that I 
 should live to hear myself called spinster ! 
 
 Jul. Melancholy, indeed ! 
 
 Lyd. How mortifying, to remember the dear, delicious 
 shifts I used to be put to, to gain half a minute's conversation 
 with this fellow ! How often have I stole forth in the coldest 
 Bights in January, and found him in the garden, stuck like a 
 dripping statue ! There would he kneel to me in the snow, 
 and sneeze and cough so pathetically ! — he shivering with cold, 
 and I with apprehension ! — and, while the freezing blast numbed 
 our joints, how warmly would he press me to pity his flame, 
 and glow with mutual ardor ! Ah, Julia, that was something 
 like being in love ! 
 
 Jul. If I were in spirits, Lydia, I could chide you only by 
 laughing heartily at you ; but it suits more the situation of my 
 mind at present, earnestly to entreat you, not to let a man, who 
 loves you with sincerity, suffer that unhappiness from your 
 caprice, which I know too well caprice can inflict. {Mrs. 
 Malaprop speaks loithin.) 
 
 Lyd, Oh, lud ! what has brought my aunt here 1 
 {Enter Mrs. Malaprop and David.) 
 
 Mrs. M. So ! so ! here's fine work ! here's fine suicide, 
 
508 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 parricide, and simulation, going on in the fields ! and Sir An^ 
 thony not to be found, to prevent the antistrophe ! 
 
 Jul. For heaven's sake, madam, what's the matter? 
 
 Mrs. M. That gentleman can tell you ; 'twas he enveloped 
 the affair to me. 
 
 Lyd. Oh, patience ! — Do, ma'am, for heaven's sake, tell us 
 what is the matter ! 
 
 Mrs. M. Why, murder's the matter ! slaughter's the mat- 
 ter ! killing's the matter ! But he can tell you the perpendicu- 
 lars. [Pointing to B avid.) 
 
 Jul. Do speak, my friend. {To David.) 
 
 Dav. Look ye, my lady — by the mass, there's mischief 
 going on. Folks don't use to meet for amusement with fire- 
 arms, fire-locks, fire-engines, fire-screens, fire-office, and the 
 old boy knows what other crackers beside ! — This, my lady, I 
 say, has an angry favor. 
 
 Jul. But who's engaged ? 
 
 Dav. My poor master — under favor for mentioning him 
 first. You know me, my lady — I am David — and my master 
 of course is, or was, Squire Acres — and Captain Absolute. 
 Then comes Squire Faulkland. 
 
 Jul. Do, ma'am, let us instantly endeavor to prevent mis- 
 chief. 
 
 Mrs. M. Oh, fie, it would be very inelegant in us — we 
 should only participate things. 
 
 Lyd. Do, my dear aunt, let us hasten to prevent them. 
 
 Dav. Ah, do, Mrs. Aunt, save a few lives ! — they are des- 
 perately given, believe me. Above all, there is that blood- 
 thirsty Philistine, Sir Lucius O'Trigger. 
 
 Mrs. M. Sir Lucius O'Trigger ! Oh, mercy ! have they 
 drawn poor little dear Sir Lucius into the scrape ! (Aside.) 
 Why, how you stand, girl ! you have no more feeling than one 
 of the Derbyshire putrefactions ! 
 
 Lyd. What are we to do, madam ? 
 
 Mrs. M. Why, fly with the utmost felicity, to be sure, to 
 prevent mischief! Come, girls, this gentleman will exhort us. 
 Come, sir, you're our envoy ; lead the way, and we'll precede. 
 You're sure you know the spot 1 
 
 Dav. Oh, never fear ! and one good thing is, we shall find 
 it out by the report of the pistols. 
 
 All the Ladies. The pistols ! Ob, let us fly. {Exeunt.) 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 509 
 
 Scene 11.— King's Mead-fields. 
 
 {Enter Sir Lucius and Acres, with pistols.) 
 
 Acres, By my valor, then, Sir Lucius, forty yards is a good 
 distance. Odds levels and aims ! I say it is good distance. 
 
 Sir L. It is, for muskets, or small field pieces ; upon my 
 conscience, Mr. Acres, you must leave these things to me. 
 Stay, now, I'll show you. (Measures paces along the stage.) 
 There, now, that is a very pretty distance — a pretty gentle- 
 man's distance. 
 
 Acres. Zounds ! we might as well fight in a sentry-box ! 
 I tell you. Sir Lucius, the farther he is off, the cooler I shall 
 take my aim. 
 
 Sir L. Faith, then, I suppose you would aim at him best of 
 all, if he were out of sight ! 
 
 Acres. No, Sir Lucius, but I should think forty, or eight- 
 and-thirty yards — 
 
 Sir L. Pho ! pho ! nonsense ! three or four feet between 
 the mouths of your pistols, is as good as a mile. 
 
 Acres. Odds bullets, no ! by my valor, there is no merit in 
 killing him so near ! Do, my dear Sir Lucius, let me bring 
 him down at a long shot ; a long shot, Sir Lucius, if you love 
 me ! 
 
 Sir L. Well, the gentleman's friend and I mast settle that. 
 But tell me, now, Mr. Acres, in case of an accident, is there 
 any little will or commission I could execute for you ? 
 
 Acres. I am much obliged to you, Sir Lucius, but I don't 
 understand — 
 
 Sir L. Why, you may think there's no being shot at with- 
 out a little risk ; and, if an unlucky bullet should carry a qui- 
 etus with it, I say it will be no tinne then to be bothering you 
 about family matters. 
 
 Acres. A quietus ! 
 
 Sir L. For iustance, now, if that should be the case, 
 would you choose to be pickled anri sent home ? or would it be 
 the same thing to you, to lie here in the Abbey ? I'm told 
 there's very snug lying in the Abbey. 
 
 Acres. Pickled ! snug lying in the Abbey ! Odds tremors ! 
 Sir Lucius, don't talk so ! 
 
 Sir L. I suppose, Mr. Acres, you never were engaged in 
 an affair of this kind before? 
 
 Acres. No, Sir Lucius, never before. 
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510 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 Sir L, Ah, that's a pity ; there's nothing like being used to 
 a thing. Pray, now, how would you receive the gentleman's 
 shot? 
 
 Acres, Odds files ! I've practised that — there, Sir Lucius, 
 there. (Puis himself into an attitude.) A side-front, hey? 
 Odd, I'll make myself small enough ; I'll stand edgeways. 
 
 Sir I/. Now, you're quite out ; for, if you stand so when 
 I take my aim — [Leveling at him.) 
 
 Acres. Zounds, Sir Lucius ! are you sure it is not cocked ? 
 Sir L, Never fear. 
 
 Acres. But, but, you don't know — it may go off of its own 
 head ! 
 
 Sir L. Pho ! be easy. Well, now, if I hit you in the body, 
 my bullet has a double chance ; for if it misses a vital part on 
 your right side, 'twill be very hard if it don't succeed on the 
 left. 
 Acres. A vital part ! 
 
 Sir L. But there — fix yourself so — (placing him) — let 
 him see the broadside of your full front — there — now a ball or 
 two may pass clean through your body, and never do you any 
 harm at all. 
 
 Acres. Clean through me ! a ball or two clean through me ! 
 Sir L. Ay, may they : and it is much the genteelest atti- 
 tude, into the bargain. 
 
 Acres. Look ye, Sir Lucius, I'd just as lieve be shot in an 
 awkward posture as a genteel one ; so, by my valor ! I will 
 stand edgeways. 
 
 Sir L. (Looking at Ms watch.) Sure, they don't mean to 
 disappoint us — hah ! no, faith, I think I see them coming. 
 Acres. Hey ! what ! coming ! 
 
 Sir L. Ay, who are those yonder, getting over the stile ? 
 Acres. There are two of them, indeed ! Well, let them 
 come — hey, Sir Lucius ! We — we — we — we — won't run ! 
 Sir L. Run ! 
 
 Acres. No, 1 say — we won't run, by my valor ! 
 Sir L. Why, what the plague's the matter with you ? 
 Acres. Nothing — nothing — my dear friend — my dear Sir 
 Lucius — but — I — I — I don't feel quite so bold, somehow, as 
 I did. 
 
 Sir L. O; fie ! consider your honor. 
 Jicres. Ay, true — my honor — do, Sir Lucius, edge in a 
 word or two, every now and then, about my honor. 
 Syr L. Well, here they're coming. (Looking.) 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 511 
 
 Acres. Sir Lucius, if I wasn't with you, I should almost 
 think I was afraid — if my valor should leave me ! — valor will 
 come and go. 
 
 Sir L. Then pray keep it fast, while you have it. 
 Acres. Sir Lucius, I doubt it is going — yes, my valor is 
 certainly going ! it is sneaking off! — I feel it oozing out, as it 
 were, at the palms of my hands ! 
 
 Sir L. Your honor — your honor. — Here they are. 
 
 Acres. Oh, that I was safe at Clod Hall ! or could be shot 
 before I was aware ! 
 
 {Enter Faulkland and Captain Absolute,) 
 
 Sir L. Gentlemen, your most obedient — hah ! what, Cap- 
 tain Absolute ! So, J suppose, sir, you are come here, just like 
 myself, to do a kind office, first for your friend, then to pro- 
 ceed to business on your own account 1 
 
 Acres. What, Jack ! my dear Jack ! my dear friend ! 
 
 Cajpt. Ji. Harkye, Bob, Beverley's at hand. 
 
 Sir L. Well, Mr. Acres, I don't blame your saluting the 
 gentleman civilly. So, Mr. Beverley, {to Faulkland^) if you 
 choose your weapons, the captain and I will measure the 
 ground. 
 
 Faulkland. My weapons, sir ! 
 
 Acres. Odds life ! Sir Lucius, I'm not going to fight Mr. 
 Faulkland ; these are my particular friends ! 
 
 Sir L. What, sir, did you not come here to fight Mr. 
 Acres ? 
 
 Faulk. Not I, upon my word, sir ! 
 
 Sir L. Well, now, that's mighty provoking ! But I hope, 
 Mr. Faulkland, as there are three of us come on purpose for 
 the game, you won't be so cantanckerous as to spoil the party, 
 by sitting out. 
 
 Capt. A. Oh, pray, Faulkland, fight, to oblige Sir Lucius, 
 
 Faulk. Nay, if Mr. Acres is so bent on the matter — 
 
 Acres. No, no, Mr. Faulkland ; I'll bear my disappoint- 
 ment like a Christian. Look ye, Sir Lucius, there's no occa- 
 sion at all for me to fight ; and, if it is the same to you, I'd as 
 lieve let it alone. 
 
 Sir L. Observe me, Mr. Acres — I must not be trifled with. 
 You have certainly challenged somebody, and you came here 
 to fight him. Now, if that gentleman is willing to represent 
 him, I can't see, for my life, why it isn't just the same thing. 
 
 Acres, Why, no, Sir Lucius, I tell you, 'tis one Beverley 
 
512. RHETORICAL DIALOGUES. 
 
 I've challenged— -a fellow, you see, that dare not show his face ! 
 If he were here, I'd make him give up his pretensions directly I 
 
 Capt. ^. Hold, Bob, let me set you right — there is no such 
 man as Beverley in the case. The person who assumed that 
 name, is before you ; and as his pretensions are the same in 
 both characters, he is ready to support them in whatever way 
 you please. 
 
 Sir L. Well, this is lucky. Now you have an opportu- 
 nity — 
 
 Acres, What, quarrel with my dear friend. Jack Absolute ! 
 — not if he were fifty Beverleys ! Zounds ! Sir Lucius,- you 
 would not have me so unnatural ! 
 
 Sir L. Upon my conscience, Mr. Acres, your valor has 
 oozed away with a vengeance ! 
 
 Acres. Not in the least ! odds backs and abettors ! I'll be 
 your second with all my heart ; and if you should get a quietus, 
 you may command me entirely. I'll get you snug lying in the 
 Abbey here ; or pickle you, and send you over to Blunderbuss 
 Hall, or any thing of the kind, with the greatest pleasure. 
 
 Sir L. Pho ! pho ! you are little better than a coward ! 
 
 Acres. Mind, gentlemen, he calls me a coward ; coward 
 was the word, by my valor ! 
 
 SirL. Well, sir! 
 
 Acres. Look ye, Sir Lucius, 'tisn't that I mind the word 
 coward — coward may be said in a joke, but if you had called 
 me a paltroon, odds daggers and balls — 
 
 SirL. Well, sir! 
 
 Acres. I should have thought you a very ill-bred man. 
 
 Sir L. Pho ! you are beneath my notice. 
 
 Capt. A. Nay, Sir Lucius, you can't have a better second 
 than my friend Acres. He is a most determined dog — called 
 in the country, fighting Bob. He generally kills a man a week 
 — don't you, Bob ? 
 
 Sir L. Well, then, captain, 'tis we must begin — so come 
 out, my little counsellor, [draws his sword^ and ask the gen- 
 tleman whether he will resign the lady without forcing you to 
 proceed against him 1 
 
 Capt. A. Come on, then, sir. (Draws.) Since you won't 
 let it be an amicable suit, here's my reply. 
 
 (Enter Sir Anthony, David, and the Ladies.) 
 
 Dav. Knock 'em all down, sweet Sir Anthony ; knock 
 down my master in particular, and bind his hands over to their 
 good behavior. 
 
COMIC AND AMUSING. 513 
 
 Sir A, Put up, Jack, put up, or I shall be in a frenzy. 
 How came you in a duel, sir ? 
 
 Capt, A, Faith, sir, that gentleman can tell you, better 
 than I ; 'twas he called on me, and you know, sir, I serve his 
 majesty. 
 
 Sir Jl, Here's a pretty fellow ! I catch him going to cut a 
 man's throat, and he tells me he serves his majesty ! Zounds ! 
 sirrah, then how durst you draw the king's sword against one 
 of his subjects ? 
 
 CapL A, Sir, I tell you, that gentleman called me out, 
 without explaining his reasons. 
 
 Sir A, Gad, sir, how came you to call my son out, without 
 explaining your reasons ? 
 
 Sir L. Your son, sir, insulted me in a manner which my 
 honor could not brook. 
 
 Sir A, Zounds, Jack ! how durst you insult the gentleman 
 in a manner which his honor could not brook ? 
 
 Mrs. M. Come, come, let's have no honor before ladies — 
 Captain Absolute, come here — how could you intimidate us so ? 
 Here's Lydia has been terrified to death for you. 
 
 Capt. A. For fear I should be killed, or escape, ma'am 1 
 
 Mrs. M. Nay, no delusions to the past — Lydia is con- 
 vinced : speak, child. 
 
 Sir L. With your leave, ma'am, I must put in a word here. 
 I believe I could intercept the young lady's silence. Now 
 mark — 
 
 Lyd. What is it you mean, sir ? 
 
 Sir L. Come, come, Dalia, we must be serious, now ; this 
 is no time for trifling. 
 
 Lyd. 'Tis true, sir ; and your reproof bids me offer this 
 gentleman my hand, and solicit the return of his affections. 
 
 Capt. A. Oh, my little angel, say you so ? Sir Lucius, I 
 perceive there must be some mistake here. With regard to 
 the affront which you affirm I have given } ou, I could only say, 
 that it could not have been intentional. And as you must be 
 convinced, that I should not fear to support a real injury, you 
 shall now see that I am not ashamed to atone for an inadvertency 
 — I ask your pardon. But for this lady, while honored with her 
 approbation, I will support my claim against any man whatever. 
 
 Sir A, Well said. Jack, and I'll stand by you, my boy. 
 
 Acres, Mind, I give up all my claim — I make no preten- 
 sions to any thing in the world ; and if I can't get a wife with- 
 out fighting for her, by my valor ! I'll live a bachelor. 
 
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 Sir L. Captain, give me your hand — an affront handsome, 
 ly acknowledged, becomes an obligation ; and as for the lady, 
 if she chooses to deny her own hand writing, here — {Takes 
 out letters.) 
 
 Mrs. M. Oh, he will dissolve my mystery ! {Aside.) Sir 
 Lucius, perhaps there is some mistake. Perhaps I can illu- 
 minate — 
 
 Sir L. Pray, old gentlewoman, don't interfere where you have 
 no business. Miss Languish, are you my Dalia, or not ? 
 
 Lyd. Indeed, Sir Lucius, I am not ! (Lydia and Cdpt. 
 Absolute walk aside.) 
 
 Mrs. M. Sir Lucius O'Trigger — ungrateful as you are — I 
 own the soft impeachment — pardon my camelion blushes, I am 
 Delia. 
 
 Sir L. You Dalia ! — pho ! pho ! be asy. 
 
 Mrs. M. Why, thou barbarous Vandyke — those letters are 
 mine. When you are more sensible of my benignity, perhaps 
 I may be brought to encourage your addresses. 
 
 Sir L. Mrs. Malaprop, I am extremely sensible of your con- 
 descension ; and whether you or Lucy have put this trick upon 
 me, I am equally beholden to you. And to show you I am not 
 ungrateful. Captain Absolute, since you have taken that lady 
 from me, I'll give you my Dalia into the bargain. 
 
 Capt. A. I am much obliged to you, Sir Lucius ; but here's 
 my friend, fighting Bob, unprovided for. 
 
 Sir L. Hah ! little valor — here, will you make your fortune ? 
 
 Acres. Odds wrinkles ! no. — But give me your hand, Sir 
 Lucius, forget and forgive : but if ever I give you a chance of 
 pickling me again, say Bob Acres is a dunce, that's all. — Come 
 now, to show you I'm neither vexed nor angry, odds tabors and 
 pipes ! I'll order the fiddles in half an hour to the New Rooms ; 
 and I insist on you all meeting me there. 
 
 Sir A. 'Gad ! sir, I hke your spirit ; and at night we single 
 lads will drink a health to the young couples, and a good hus- 
 band to Mrs. Malaprop. {Exeunt.) 
 
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