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THE 
 
 FORTUNATE DEPARTURE) 
 
 AN /| 
 
 HISTORICAL ACCOUNT i~ 
 
 DRAMATISED, 
 
 AS BEST SUITED TO CONVEY AN IDEA 
 OF THE 
 
 HORRID EXCESSES 
 
 Committed by 
 
 THE FRENCH ARMY, 
 ON THEIR IRRUPTION INTO PORTUGAL; 
 
 AND THE 
 
 Fortunate Departure 
 
 OF THE 
 
 PRINCE REGENT AXD FAMIL Y, 
 
 ON THE EVE OF THEIR ENTRANCE INTO LISBON. 
 
 WITH 
 
 An Address 
 
 TO THE PEOPLE OF GREAT BRITAIN, 
 
 ON THEIR 
 
 RELATIVE AND COMPARITIVE SITUATION WITH THE CONTINENT: 
 
 And its possible Subjugation by 
 THAT SCOURGE OF HUMAN NATURE— BONAPARTE. 
 
 Written during some Months' Confinement in Lisbon, under the 
 Marauders of France, 
 
 BY AN ENGLISHMAN. 
 
 LONDON: 
 
 PRINTED FOR SHERWOOD, NEELY AND JONES, PATERNOSTER-ROW, 
 AND J. ASPERNE, CORNHILL. 
 
 1809. 
 

 
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INTRODUCTION TO READERS. 
 
 Gentles ; 
 
 1 HE labours of a professional author, 
 and the temporary effusions of a man immerged in 
 the toils of life and pursuits of business, are so 
 widely different, that I feel a diffidence in awaking 
 your attention to perusal. If your patience will last 
 to the end, I have my aim ; for he shall not be the 
 worst scribendum, who can hold the attention of his 
 readers two whole hours. 
 
 I have long intended this for the public eye, 
 but the changes and chances of war withheld it. I 
 much fear, the knowledge of the scene having passed 
 by, will be a drawback on its effect. Yet, when I 
 see the same scenes re-acting in Oporto and threaten- 
 ing Lisbon, I hope my intention of arousing the 
 public mind to a knowledge of its power, wiU, with 
 all its demerits on its head, have the desired effect. 
 
 Professional reviewers, critics of publicity, 
 diurnal reporters — remember the heavenly diction of 
 Shakespear's divine Portia, and that 
 
 " Mercy is like the dew of Heaven !" 
 
TO THE 
 
 MANAGERS, EMPERADORS H ! 
 
 OP 
 
 The Great and Little Theatres of H. B. M/s 
 Empire of Great Britain. 
 
 Gentlemen ; 
 
 J\ OT having inclination, neither ability* 
 from the bustle of war, to dangle attendance on your 
 sublimities ! with this — the amusements of one, used 
 to the brevity of villainous gunpowder, — I most re- 
 spectfully inform you, should your opinions coincide 
 with the audience of a salt-water theatre, under the 
 limitations left with the publisher, this is at your ser- 
 vice, and perhaps it may give some satisfaction on 
 land. 
 
 My heart, as much as my vanity, gives it 
 publicity, and I hope it may have some effect in the 
 closet, if not on the stage, on my dear countrymen 
 the 
 
 JOHN BULLS. 
 
THE 
 
 AUTHORS ADDRESS 
 
 TO 
 
 The People of Great Britain 
 
 K Tis as easy as Lying :' 
 
 Hamlet. 
 
 X HUS the finest writer the world ever produced 
 — similies, lying, as easy of execution. 
 
 I think I shall not find a disputant to dispute such 
 a truth ! But being a native of that proudly pre- 
 eminent nation ! that mirror for the worlds Great Bri- 
 tain ; and feeling the continuance of that unmingled 
 blood which urged my progenitors to throw their 
 bonnets in the air ! and heartfelt hail the founda- 
 tion of our blessed country's godlike constitution; 
 the author scorns to pass as facts, the fabrications 
 of fancy, or the embellishments of falshood, and 
 fervently intreats his readers to keep in mind, that 
 this dramatic story,, the events of which the whole 
 world are fully convinced of, is drawn, as near as 
 dramatic effect will permit, to truth itself 
 
The episode of Eugenia, Belmont, and Juliana, 
 (alone) are scenically altered. And much and many 
 more equally affecting the parties, could have been 
 added ; and, if so inclined, a longer story could have 
 been told, — all — all — doleful misery ! ! (to which 
 the author was an eye-witness :) even Lobato, in 
 name and station, exists! To the descriptive ex- 
 cesses of the French troops, he was a spectator, and 
 to scenes, no British audience could sit to see, or 
 hear repeated. 
 
 He has seen those very troops, ragged beyond sus- 
 ception, in a few weeks all finery, collected from 
 shop to shop, with fixed bayonets ! and telling the 
 owners they came as friends to give them a constitu- 
 tion, to give them liberty ! 
 
 No, Britons, no — the author has a nobler aim in 
 view, than the constructing merely a drama. He 
 wishes to open the eyes of his countrymen, if such 
 there still exist, whose fervor of imagination out- 
 leads their sober examination, to whom the charms of 
 liberty are so captivating as to blind their reason, 
 and distort their judgment. 
 
 Fierce as the fiercest enthusiast, would the author's 
 arm raise up the guarding sword, for sweet liberty — ■ 
 for virtuous liberty ! — but not for prostitute liberty, 
 not for the cannibal licence, called liberty, to deny 
 the existence of a God ! to repudiate the offspring 
 of his body ; not for the liberty to cast, an outcast, 
 on the unfeeling world, the wife of his bosom, on 
 the gust of the moment, the gust of an abandoned 
 
passion,, for one who soon, perhaps, shall follow the 
 same fate. These are liberties in France ! These 
 the tenets of the French goddess Liberty, whose 
 gracious condescension (a la courtesan) adds the li- 
 berty to plunder, by fraud, peculation, and hellish 
 devices, the toiling man, unpunished, unimprisoned ! 
 violate your friend's wife ! debauch his daughters ! 
 swindle his sons to ruin ! — it is liberty, 'tis gal- 
 lantry, 'tis the sublime refinement of philosophy, 'tis 
 the delicate susceptibility, piety and virtue of t 
 Age of Reason ! 
 
 Who would not damn the devil, being such a 
 villain ? therefore down ! down with all. New-model 
 the world, throw away religion, and with it every 
 virtue, justice, humanity, filial duty, and affection, 
 as monkish rubbish, the trappings of Superstition. 
 
 O my countrymen ! had you but seen what I have 
 wept over, how would you exult in being Britons ! 
 how enjoy the heavenly security with which you fol- 
 low your avocations, your comforts, and (Jelights ! 
 how would you bless that constitution, whose provi- 
 dent care enablesyoutoface, fearless, the proudest petty 
 tyrant the curse of nature can produce amongst you! 
 — Away with your bugbear of calamities, you know 
 not what it is to have a cause to complain : talk no 
 more of your taxes, and their ponderous weight; yours 
 are feathers to lead, in comparison to the continental 
 requisitions and conscriptions. Talk not of war ! 
 you know it not ! your country is a paradise, enjoy- 
 ing an Heavenly Peace I 
 
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 Reader, the author of these is not one of those 
 romancing travellers, who amuse the world with fine 
 stories of the wonderous and wonderful ; who, when 
 they see a cabbage-garden from their carriage win- 
 dow, exclaim and write, what luxuriance ! what 
 cultivation ! what a paradise ! how heavenly ! — 
 No ; he is a British merchant, whose greatest boast 
 is commerce — pursuing it in an honorable way, 
 through foreign climes, foreign governments, and 
 foreign liberty. And every step he has taken, and 
 every nation he has trafficked with, has best served to 
 shew him, that the poorest mechanic in England is 
 an emperor, is in a paradise, to what the Dutch, 
 German, French, Spanish, Italian, or Portugueze 
 manufacturers are, in either of their countries, 
 though paradises called, and the grand emporiums 
 of liberty. 
 
 Industrious mechanics, how will the joys of your 
 Saturday nights be enhanced, by marking this ! (the 
 writer's soul's worth on the truth) — that he has seen 
 thousands of persons employed at various manufac- 
 tures of silk, cotton, linen, hats, leather, &c. in all 
 their ramifications, and which mechanics see only 
 once a week miserably lean beef or mutton, if able 
 then to purchase, to taste it ! — who roast horse- 
 beans and barley, to procure a representation of 
 coffee for breakfast ; — who, four or five days in 
 a week, dine off miserable black bread, a head 
 of garlic, or an onion ; and should the season 
 prove superabundant, perhaps an orange, or part of 
 
a pumpkin. Tea, the female's precious comfort, 
 only known on festivals. Their suppers as a feast, — a 
 small piece of dried cod, boiled in a river of water, 
 with seed, French beans, vinegar, and garlic, to make 
 soup. 
 
 Countrymen, rejoice over your substantial porter; 
 these poor mechanics have only water, or wine, that 
 the poorest of you would scorn to drink, — wine so 
 poor, so weak and sour, that it cannot be sold to the 
 wine-merchant. One pint of porter equal to two 
 bottles, yet these poor people pay three-pence a bottle 
 for it, and that three-pence is equal to one shilling 
 in England, according to their earnings. 
 
 And remember, these countries of liberty and 
 citizenship, have no comfortable public-houses to 
 quaff and smoke and settle the affairs of Europe in, — 
 no newspapers for the declaiming orator to animad- 
 vert on, — no account of ministers to condemn, No, 
 no ; the very mention of politics is a crime — the call- 
 ing in question the transactions of a minister, treason 
 and imprisonment. This is liberty, this is French 
 fraternization ! 
 
 Judge, you, who possess shops and warehouses, 
 what your opinion of liberty would be, when a troop 
 of soldiers, with carts, came to your doors, and de- 
 manded what they pleased, at a price of their fixing ; 
 paying you with an order on the government at six 
 months date, and that received half paper-money, at 
 a discount of 25 to 50 per cent, or, more probably, 
 never paid at all. 
 
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 Know, you extremely oppressed country-gentle- 
 men, who find a want of liberty in your paying a 
 tax for your sporting, that, with French liberty, it 
 is death to carry a fowling-piece; — that, to kill a par- 
 tridge, is more heinous than killing your neighbour ; 
 — that, at a minute's notice, an edict is printed and 
 posted, forbidding, on pain of death, your passing 
 such a line of distance round your home ; and the 
 unhappy wretch, who ignorant ly, or inadvertently 
 breaks this edict, is hurried to a military trial, and 
 military execution ! 
 
 And you, happy proprietors of consols, on whom 
 designing villany may endeavour to raise fears and 
 despondency for the safety of your funded property ! 
 arouse from the imposition ! The mighty emperor 
 has doubly, has eternally, established your security ! 
 Nothing but the fiat of heaven can shake its foun- 
 dation ! Napoleon has made England the Bank 
 of the world : he has poured, and is pouring, the 
 riches of the universe into its bosom. He has 
 transported the fabled goose, with her golden 
 eggs, to Great Britain. Britons ! unite, and live 
 liberally— splendidly — your own home-consumption 
 will for ever keep the tyrant from your doors alone. 
 
 Manufacturers I blaze up your bonfires. The 
 invincible Napoleon has conquered himself, his 
 eagle has tumbled down the Portuguese and Spa- 
 nish monarchies in Europe, and transferred them to 
 yourselves alone. The Brazils, Spanish America, 
 the mines of the world, ope their mouths to you 1 
 
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 the crude material comes home direct ! Your goods 
 to a direct market. All the natives that can leave 
 Spain, or Portugal, will emigrate to those countries, 
 and every hour increase the consumption and demand 
 for jour labours. Imperial above all others, jour 
 manufactures will ever find a ready sale. — While 
 Europe remains to be governed bj French liberty 
 and fraternization, sans cotton, sans hides, sans 
 tallow, sans djeing woods, sans diamonds, gold, 
 silver, coffee, tea, sugar, or tobacco, or the profits 
 of manufacturing and working these in thousands of 
 ways. 
 
 Therefore, mj dear countrymen, all that now you 
 want, is unanimity among yourselves ; and every man 
 among you able to carry a musket, the knowledge 
 how to use it — sacrifice a mite of what you possess, 
 it is a straw to a bushel of corn ! And thus uniting, 
 thus fierce in arms, while Europe groans beneath 
 oppression, and sinks to ruin by emigration, — Great 
 Britain will imperial rise the bank, the vital source, 
 ^he soul of the universe ! 
 
TO 
 
 Sir Charles Cotton, Bart. 
 
 ADMIRAL COMMANDER JN CHIEF OFF LISBON. 
 
 Honorable Sir,, 
 
 XlAD I the fire of a Pindar, the 
 melody of a Virgil, or the elegance of an Horace, I 
 should fail in expressing the sensations of a Briton, 
 when, fleeing from a vindictive enemy and the perils 
 of the waves, he springs on board a British man 
 of war, from a cockle-shell conveyance, through 
 the portals of death, from the worst of all durance — > 
 a French prison ! 
 
 How then, honorable Sir, must I shrink 
 at the attempt to describe my feelings, my thanks, 
 when, after counting seven renewing moons, with 
 guled eyes,* — stript by the uncommon mode of war, — 
 pursued by the common enemy of mankind, the ac- 
 cursed French ! — separated from the consolation of 
 my family, and trebly daring death in the attempt, — 
 I sprang from a miserable boat, on board the Hi- 
 bernia ! the pride of Great Britain ! the terror of the 
 world ! and found her commanded by a British Ba- 
 ronet, who still holds the Barons' noble usage; whose 
 hospitality, whose affability, precludes the applicant's 
 
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 appeal,, supporting true dignity with ancient libe- 
 rality,, and pouring balsam on the wounds of the 
 afflicted. 
 
 No language., honorable Sir, can express 
 my gratitude for your distinguished attention to me ; 
 flattery I detest, and I am sure you despise it. Hea- 
 ven, and your own heart, can only return the kind- 
 ness. And you have so emboldened me,, by heaped 
 favors, that my presuming hope relies on your par- 
 don for the presumption of putting your honorable 
 name on the same page with mine ; it is an honor, 
 were the work equal, would stamp a dignity on it 
 to the end of time : and all my hopes are, that as it 
 is an attempt to shew the world, and particularly 
 our countrymen, what Frenchmen are, — and being 
 in defence of virtue and religion,— you will not be of- 
 fended past forgiveness, by, honorable Sir, one who 
 gratefully prays Heaven's choicest blessings on you 
 and your family ; all health, all honor, all happi- 
 ness, and its long continuance, when the charge of 
 war shall give way to the symphony of peace, and 
 you return to enjoy your ancestors' mansion of bliss : 
 — the thoughts of which, is happiness to, 
 
 Honorable Sir, 
 
 Your obedient 
 
 humble Servant, 
 
 THOMAS WILSON, 
 
 Lisbon^ September^ 1808. 
 
PROLOGUE. 
 
 WHEN first the Drama raised its mimic school, 
 
 And bent its force our passions wild to rule ; 
 
 With wine-gory face, and frantic passioned fire, 
 
 Thespis assaiFd, to rouse his country's ire 
 
 Against the monster, who dare tyrant try, 
 
 With impious hand, to touch their liberty ; 
 
 High mounted in his car, with music join'd 
 
 The clanging chorus,— rais'd the public mind,— 
 
 Rous'd them to virtue, and its golden ways, — 
 
 And mingling pleasures, pour'd instructive lays. 
 
 The spark, once struck on classic ground, caught fire, 
 
 And taught succeeding bards for bays t' aspire : 
 
 Beauties on beauties were by science graft ; 
 
 Melpomene loud rav'd, or Thalia laugh'd ; 
 
 Succeeding ages brought their Poets forth; 
 
 Until pure Nature, in this Isle gave birth, 
 
 When gayly springing from his woodlands wild, 
 
 Immortal Shakespear prov'd his mother's child ; 
 
 Through all her mazes and intricate ways, 
 
 By instinct fir'd, he piped his dulcet lays; 
 
 Taught mankind how to be sublimely blest, 
 
 By guarding virtue in an honest breast, 
 
 To nobly live ! or nobly learn to die ! 
 
 Guarding our country's rights, our liberty ! 
 
 O for a dip of his impassion'd gall, 
 
 To rouse to arms, united Britons all : 
 
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 To see the champions form th' extended line, 
 
 While their bright arms with dazzling lustre shine ; 
 
 To hear the spirit-stirring fife and drum 
 
 Loud play : where danger calls, we Britons come, 
 
 While the deep phalanx, led by martial sound, 
 
 With bellowing Bellona, shakes the ground, 
 
 Hurling defiance to every wild design, 
 
 Britons' dear liberties to undermine ; 
 
 While martial glory urges all to sing ! 
 
 In concord I to the skies — God save our Kins: I 
 
DRAMATIS PERSONS. 
 
 Phince Regent of Portugal ; pious and humane. 
 
 Prince Pedro, } i- ^ > c 
 Prince M.guex,, \ hls eldest Sons. 
 
 Bishop of Elvas, Patriot. 
 
 Don Almeida, Ex-Prirae Minister; Patriot. 
 
 Belmont, his Secretary, an Englishman. 
 
 Don Aranja, Prime Minister, > bribed by the French to 
 
 Don Anadia, Ditto, $ dethrone the Prince. 
 
 Bramcamp, a Contractor who has purchased a Title. 
 
 Captain O'Neil, an Irish Adventurer. 
 
 Legore, French General. 
 
 Lobato, Prince Regent's Jester. 
 
 Portuguese Officer. 
 
 Car tax' \ Doorkeepers to the Prince's Council. 
 
 Francisco, Servant to Belmont. 
 
 Swartz, Hanoverian Soldier in the French Service. 
 
 Princess Carlota, Princess Regent ; affectionate Wife. 
 
 Donna Bellas, } t j- r*i. t> j i. i, 
 
 Dx T x T » i?^w> r\ c Ladies of the Bed-chamber. 
 onna Kfdonda, ^ 
 
 Gertruda, \ 
 
 T»™ "' > Maids of Honor. 
 
 1HERESA, i 
 
 Selina, J 
 
 Eugenia, Daughter of Bramcamp, in love "with Belmont. 
 Juliana, Noble Lady, betrothed to Marquis Valencia. 
 Margarida, Eugenia's Attendant. 
 
 Number of French Officers, Soldiers, Attendants, 
 Servants, &c. 
 History — from Matter of Fact, 
 Scene — in Lisbon, and adjacent* 
 
THE 
 
 FORTUNATE DEPARTURE, 
 
 ACT L 
 
 SCENE L 
 
 ^■inti-room to the Prince's Council then sitting— 
 
 Ob en to in 'waiting — Twelve at night. 
 Obento (in an arm-chair, dozing, awakes and 
 
 rises. J 
 
 Ah me! the infirmities of age, and oppression of 
 grief, have bowed me into sleep. 
 
 ^Looks at his watch. — Knocking at 
 the door ; Obento opens it. 
 
 Enter Caetano. 
 Caetano. Pardon me, sir, the fatigue of this con- 
 tinual watching has shut my eyes beyond my hour, 
 while you much more need the balmy blessing than 
 myself. 
 
 - Obento. O Caetano ! thirty full years have I bore 
 the toil, and never until now felt a pain : if my duty- 
 called, my mind, at ease, joyfully attended ; but now. 
 when my country, when the support of my fast de- 
 clining life, when my dear beloved Prince stands oil 
 
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 the pinnacle of destruction, my old blood curdles in 
 its course, and bursts from my aged temples in briny 
 floods. 
 
 Caetano. Good Obento, that Power, whose om- 
 nipotent finger directs for all our good, will this 
 night, I hope, direct these agitated councils, and 
 close these scenes of bitter suspense. 
 
 Obento. Would to heaven it were so ! but my fears 
 forebode my country's ruin. 
 
 Caetano. Gracious heaven avert it ! Good Oben- 
 to, away to rest, I now will Watch until morning. 
 
 Enter Attendant. 
 At. The Bishop of Elvas comes to the council. 
 
 [Exit Attendant, 
 
 Enter Bishop of Elvas, (they bow respectfully.) 
 
 Bish. Good Obento, heaven's blessing on your 
 age, you still are true to your Prince, I see. 
 
 Obento. Heaven return its blessings ever on your 
 Excellency j would to God I had an arm to defend 
 him from the savage plunderers that threaten his de- 
 struction. 
 
 Bish. These are dreadful times indeed ; how long 
 has the council been sitting ? 
 
 Caetano. Yo-ir Excellency, off and on, near 
 twenty- four hours. 
 
 Bish. Seem they much divided ? 
 
 Caetano. Sometimes not a murmur,- — a solemn me- 
 lancholy, as at the approach of night, — an awful 
 silence ; again the fiery spirits of Don Aranja, of 
 Don Anadea, burst forth, and blow a storm that 
 threatens every danger. 
 
 Bish. How bears the Prince these tumults? 
 
 Caetano. With a saint-like patience, and much 
 he needs it, for he scarcely meets his accus- 
 
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 tonied respect; and when he leaves the council, 
 an hurricane ensues,, and oft' I think they will end 
 the argument in blood. 
 
 Bish. O ! my dear Prince ! Obento, when the 
 Princess is stirrings let her be informed I attend the 
 council and her commands. (Piously) — O God ! of 
 thy infinite mercy, protect my country, my Prince,, 
 and thy holy altars ! 
 
 Obento. 
 
 Caetano. 
 
 > Amen! Amen! 
 
 iZnter Almeida, from the Council, (agitated. ) 
 
 Aim. Caetano, pray order my carriage, I cart 
 no longer bear it. 
 
 Bish. (approaches.) Your Excellency's obedient 
 servant ; pray, what is amiss ? 
 
 Aim. (passionately.) Much! very much! good 
 Elvas, pardon me, my country's wrongs urge with 
 double force my fevered blood. An amiable, a be- 
 loved Prince, too mild, too generous, dreading to 
 shed a drop of human blood, surrounded by a mur- 
 derous band, that glow with longing ardour to spill 
 his, and rob him of his kingdom, with his life. 
 
 Bish. Can such monsters be in our dear Prince's 
 council ? 
 
 Aim. Yes, men who have sacrificed their ho- 
 nor, their fortunes, in dissipation, now grown des- 
 perate, like cannibal gamblers, would throw for 
 blood. 
 
 Bish. Can reason, can religion, have no effect 
 on them ? 
 
 Aim. None, on men who are selling their Prince, 
 their country, to a treacherous, insulting, plunder^ 
 ing enemy. 
 
 Bish. Heaven thwart their purpose. 
 
 Aim. Alone from thence our hope, for now, 
 b.2 
 
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 bare-faced treason, arrogant beggary, with dagger 
 and cap, gape for insurrection, — nothing to lose ! any 
 
 way they'll gain! And pillage, desolation and mur- 
 der, to them would be a banquet ; wretches ! avowed 
 pensioners to an insulting tyrant, bartering for their 
 birthrights. Almighty God, pour blisters on them ! 
 Bish. Be cool, Almeida, favor me with the time 
 for consultation ; remember, a good christian should 
 fight to the last, for his prince, his country, and re- 
 ligion 
 
 [^Exeunt. 
 
 SCENE II 
 
 Stormy night — Inside of a Barn; two Horses feed- 
 ing ; a small Lamp burning — Francisco peeping 
 through a crevice— A Sportsman zvhistles. 
 
 Fran, ? Tis he, 'tis he 1— -(runs and opens the 
 door. J 
 
 Enter Belmont, (in a Shooting Dress, with 
 Fowling-piece and Dog ; the Dog's leg hound up.) 
 
 Belm. Well, Francisco, is all safe, are the horses 
 ready ? 
 
 Fran. Yes, sir, yes, all safe, saw not a soul, — lor I 
 I'm so glad yo've come back : dear me, poor Bob- 
 bolo's lamed. 
 
 . Belm. Ah ! Francisco, his wound was intended 
 for me. 
 
 Fran. Dear me, was it, how was that ? 
 
 Belm. On the highest ground beyond Abrantes, 
 the sun just setting, trying to see the numbers of the 
 
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 approaching' enemy, the foremost party fired three 
 muskets at me ; fortunately they missed me, but 
 wounded Bobbolo. 
 
 Fran. O the brutes ! 
 
 Belw. More than savages — make ready for your 
 return to Lisbon — take out my beggar's dress, (pulls 
 off Ms jacket) fold that up, and take the luggage 
 with you. 
 
 Fran. Yes, sir! yes, sir! [Goes to the luggage. 
 
 Belm. (Fulls out his ink-horn and paper, lays 
 on the floor, and writes on the crown of his hat ; 
 rises, folds and seals the letter.) Now, Francisco! 
 to horse and away, when you arrive at the Palace, 
 shew this signal to Diogo (gives him a signal), that 
 you may deliver, yourself, this letter, into the hands 
 of Don Almeida himself; go with all possible speed : 
 be dumb to every one, for your life. 
 
 Fran. Yes, sir, yes, I'll fully obey all your com- 
 mands. (He takes a horse and leads him out.) 
 
 [Exit Francisco. 
 
 Bclm. Adieu, haste on. Now for my begging face. 
 —(He puts on old spatterdashes over his boots, old 
 patched breeches over his pantaloons, old- ragged 
 jacket, and grey wig and beard, wMh tattered cloak, 
 and old guitar.) — Now, Bobbolo, as you are a beg- 
 gar's dog, there is a beggar's benizon, a crusty (gives 
 the dog a crust.) 
 
 [A loud shout, and confused noise of a rab- 
 ble approaching. 
 
 Belm. O God ! the accursed plunderers press ra- 
 pidly on, and seem less or more than human ; devils 
 themselves would flinch at such a storm, yet the 
 pouring torrent, the mountain-shaking peal, and the 
 fierce flash that threatens eternal night, mars not 
 their progress ; my heart bleeds to think where this 
 will end, and how manv thousands it will end. O ! 
 
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 gory horrid war, mountains might be made of the 
 untimely slaughtered human bones. New worlds,, 
 peopled with weeping widows, and unfathered 
 young ! and for what ? for gold, dominion, and am- 
 bition, which, overheaped, makes its possessor a 
 monster. ( Listens)-^ They are passed, come, poor 
 Bobbolo. [Exit with dog. 
 
 SCENE III. 
 
 A poor Villager-Dark — Noise of approaching 
 Troops. — Enter irregularly , French Troops, 
 some with torches, some smoking, singing, and 
 noisy. 
 
 French Serj. Come on, my boys, here's a village, 
 ■*— plenty of wine— drink — march — eat — keep it up : 
 plenty of gold and diamonds to-morrow. 
 
 Soldiers, Huzza! huzza! 
 
 First Sol Is there any shoes ?— for half the regi- 
 ment are barefoot. 
 
 Serj. Plenty, my boys, and if they fail, we'll un- 
 shoe the Friars, I have orders already to unhouse 
 them ! 
 
 Second Sol, And what's to be done with the 
 Nuns? 
 
 Serj. What a stupid question, why do as we 
 have done, make mothers of the young, and nurses 
 of the old, 
 
 Third Sol. I think we had better keep them to 
 make shirts, for there is not half a one a-piece for 
 the whole army. 
 
 Serj, Don't fear that, damn me, we'll sweat 
 
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 them; there's plenty of John Bull's cloth, we'll have 
 breeches, as well as shirts, and, for once in our lives, 
 a good coat to our backs. 
 
 Second Sol. I like that, I'll change my German 
 tick for English broad-cloth. 
 
 First Sol. Yes, our German tick has lost all its 
 credit. 
 
 Serj. Ay, but we paid for that ; now, my boys, 
 we'll have all on pure tick — we shall scarce have the 
 honor of killing a few thousands for payment. 
 
 Enter Soldiers, with cans of wine, (hallowing.) 
 First Sol. Here it is, damn'd hard work to get it — 
 the rascally owner wanted payment : finding he was 
 obstinate, I chopped off one of his ears ; he ran away 
 like a dog with a kettle at his tail : so now you had 
 better go to the casks and drink your belly's full. 
 Soldiers. Bravo! bravo! 
 
 Enter other Soldiers, with loaves of bread. 
 
 Sol. Clear away there, bread, boys, bread, you 
 shall have more presently, for I have rammed the 
 saucy baker into his oven. John Futre, he snatched 
 up a knife to hinder me from taking it, when I told 
 him it was on the Emperor's account. c Emperor/ 
 says he, ' I'll trust no Emperor !' So I knocked him 
 down, and as he made a great noise, bundled him 
 into his oven, and by the time the other division ar- 
 rives, they may have a baked baker for supper ! 
 
 Omnes. Ha ! ha ! ha ! 
 
 Enter other Soldiers, (singing Ciara, march on) ; 
 one Soldier with a basket of eggs, some with dead 
 fowls. 
 
 Sol. Here, my boys, I have just saved an old wo- 
 man the trouble of going to market, I have pur- 
 
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 chased ail her stocky and told her to carry her ac-- 
 count to the Emperor ; she blubbered most preciously; 
 I would have made her amends by kissing her 
 buxom daughter, but the baggage jumped out of 
 window like a cat, and ran faster than the devil 
 himself 
 
 Serj. O never mind one girl, we'll have plenty, 
 we'll mend the breed, my boys — hey, boy, you have 
 some fowls. 
 
 Sol, Yes, as the old woman cried so much for 
 her eggs, her hens began to cry too ; so, to quiet the 
 matter, I wrang half a dozen of their necks — the 
 damn'd cock flew to the top of the barn, and made 
 more noise than all the rest, so I shot him off his 
 perch, but fired the roof, — so the rest will be over- 
 roasted, 
 
 [One of the Soldiers begins to eat the eggs raw ! 
 
 Serj. What the devil, do you eat the eggs raw }• 
 
 First SoL Ay, and glad to catch them ! 
 
 Second SoL Portuguese raw eggs are better than 
 Polish raw horse-flesh ; for my part, I'll try a fowl 
 a la brute. [Drum heats— trumpet sounds. 
 
 Serj. March ! march, my boys, haste away, to- 
 morrow you shall have gold, diamonds, shoes, 
 clothes, fiddles and fun. Friars' houses, Lords' beds, 
 and pretty Nuns, [Exit Serjeant and Troops. 
 
 Enter Belmont, (from behind.) 
 
 Belm. How my poor heart bounds with exultation, 
 to think my dear England is a stranger to these cala- 
 mities : could but the unsatisfied over -weening minds 
 of those men, who, amidst e\ery blessing heaven 
 bestows, —who, with angelic security, retire to their 
 rests,— see but these, would they not blush ?— I blush 
 to think there is an Englishman who does not daily 
 pray—heaven's vengance on them!— (Noise of more 
 
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 approaching)— -More approach, already three thou- 
 sand have past. 
 
 [Belmont retires to one side, seats himself 
 as a beggar, -and thrums his guitar. 
 
 Enter Officers and Soldiers. 
 
 First Officer. March, lads ! to-morrow you shall 
 roll in luxury, we'll dine with Princes. 
 
 Second Officer. Damn me, if I believed in a 
 devil, I should think the Priests and Friars had con- 
 jured him to raise this hell-fired storm. 
 
 Third Officer. The devil should favour his 
 friends, but we'll soon unhouse them. 
 
 Second Officer. And imbed them too. 
 
 First Officer. And if wanted, uncloak them too ! 
 
 Third Officer. That is as it should be— a Friar's 
 cloak covers a multitude of sins! 
 
 First Officer. O you take the cloak then ! 
 
 nines, Ah ! ah ! ah ! 
 
 Second Officer. I hope there is plenty of British 
 boots ! 
 
 First Officer. For why British ? 
 
 Second Officer. Because their boots are like 
 themselves— don't drink water, and water is a damn'd 
 enemy to bawdy feet. 
 
 Third Officer. Well, for once in your life, you 
 have spoken feelingly; for myself, I mean to have a 
 full wardrobe ! 
 
 Fltst Officer, And I a double one ! for as we 
 have no more British store houses to clear after this, 
 I shall provide liberally. 
 
 Second Officer. O yes, my lad, weil finish here, 
 and then hie to the head stores — England! there, 
 my lads ! there will be pickings! 
 
 First Offictr\ God deliver me from such pick- 
 ings, we shall be properly provided for there!— 
 clothed for eternity ! 
 
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 Third Officer. Yes, that is not the land of Friars 
 and pretty Nuns. 
 
 Second Officer. But plenty of pretty women ! 
 
 First Officer. Ay., and damn'd angry ones too; 
 by God, I do not think there is a dozen but would 
 jump into breeches and fight like devils, at the 
 sound of invasion. 
 
 Second Officer. Yes, the English ladies have a 
 great penchant for the breeches ! 
 
 Omnes. Ha ! ha ! ha ! 
 
 First Officer. And their husbands are remarkable 
 for horns, 
 
 Omnes. Ha ! ha ! ha 1 
 
 TJiird Officer. And as savage as bulls in a cow- 
 meadow; therefore, from British grass defend our 
 feet, from their fierce beauties, and their God-damn' d 
 fleet. — (Drum beats to arms)— Allons I Allons ! 
 
 [Exeunt. 
 
 Enter, stragglingly , Soldiers, (lame, fatigued,) 
 
 8$c.—(one, in an English uniform, seats himself 
 
 near Belmont, in a desponding maimer; Bel- 
 
 mont plays and watches him.) 
 
 Bel. Excuse me, soldier, you look extremely fa- 
 tigued, will you drink with a poor old man, I have 
 a little wine in my flask,— you are as welcome as day 
 to it. 
 
 Swartz. Poor old man, I thank you heartily, — in- 
 deed I want it ; I have a miserable crust in my 
 pocket uneat, because my parched mouth could no 
 longer do its office. 
 
 Bel. If my years do not deceive me, you have 
 seen better times, you surely are not a Frenchman ? 
 
 Swar. Neither in birth nor principles, — but, O 
 misery, I am a French soldier ! (weeps) excuse my 
 scalding tears, — ah ! how many more has my poor 
 family shed for me ! 
 
2? 
 
 Bel. Have you a wife and children? 
 
 Swar, O God ! I have,, and I fear in misery ! 
 
 Bel. Where are they ? 
 
 Swar. I left them, in my once happy country, 
 in Hanover! O my poor country,— my home, — my 
 once humble state of bliss ! 
 
 Bel. Ah me, I feel for you as a brother, I drew 
 my breath in a country that owns the same King, 
 once yours ; the much loved father of his people : 
 Heaven be praised, my birth-place is yet unsullied 
 by the tramplings of your tyrant's feet. 
 
 Swar. And ever will, O gracious God, I hope! 
 
 Bel. Dare you follow me ? 
 
 Swar. To where ? 
 
 Bel. To blessed England ! 
 
 Swar. That would be a blessing indeed. 
 
 Bel. Then follow me, I'll soon find you refresh- 
 ment, soon protect your feet from the galling stones, 
 and once more place you under the protection of our 
 loy fully royal master 
 
 \_Exewit* 
 
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 ACT II 
 
 SCENE I, 
 
 An Apartment in the Royal Palace, 
 
 Enter Gertruda and Innocencia. 
 
 Inno. Dear Lady, does not the time seem long to 
 
 you ? 
 
 Ger. O very so ! these painful moments of anxiety 
 are lengthened into hours, the hours into days. 
 
 Inno. Indeed, I never suffered so much: — the looks 
 of distress in the Prince, which seem doubled in the 
 eyes of the Princess, ever shedding tears ; and when 
 the pretty prattling infants urge their questions of 
 tenderness, I think I feel the world go round, — a 
 painful giddiness ensues. 
 
 Ger. On every thing around us horror is stamped ! 
 the awful silence of night, broke by such tremendous 
 peals, — the vivid flash seems to dart through the very 
 walls, with such cataracts of rain, as if preceding 
 the chaos of nature, the admonitors of this world's 
 dissolution, 
 
 Inno. And if not the world's ! I much fear our 
 country's, our dear Prince's destruction! 
 
 Ger. And we, among the pile of ruins, all our 
 fond hopes, our accounted scenes of joy, and charts 
 of future bliss, by inexorable war o'erthrown, all 
 
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 down,— prince, people, religion, by tyranny levelled 
 to the dust ! 
 
 Inno. My poor heart is near bursting with the 
 thoughts ! 
 
 Enter Attendant. 
 Atten. The Princess requests your attendance. 
 Ladies ? 
 
 Ger. We. attend her Highness, 
 
 \_Exeunt 
 
 SCENE II. 
 
 Princess' s Apartment in the Royal Palace — -Prix 
 cess Carlota, on a Sofa, (in a mournful atti- 
 tude, dosing,) — Ladies in waiting* 
 
 Princess Carlota, (rising), Theresa, I pray you, 
 what is the hour ? I think the clocks have ceased to 
 strike! yet why should they, they are insensible to 
 grief? 
 
 Titer. It is on the point of four ! will your High- 
 ness permit me present you coffee ? indeed I fear this 
 watching and grief will destroy my dear Princess. 
 
 Seli. Do, my dear Princess. 
 
 Princess Carlota. Dear Ladies, I feel your kind 
 attentions, but I feel no appetite, — grief — dread — 
 anxiety — my dear Prince™ my dear little ones,— fill 
 mind and body both ! 
 
 Ther. and Seli . We intreat your Highness, try ! 
 
 Princess Carlota. I will so ! how long is it since 
 the Prince was here ? 
 
 Ther. 'Tis near two hours, your Highness. 
 
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 Princess Carlota. Did the dreadful storm awake 
 the children ? 
 
 Ther, Towards the end Prince Pedro awoke, 
 and awakened his brother ; they were uneasy, and 
 urged much to come to your Highness; fearing they 
 would more disturb you, we quieted them to sleep 
 again * 
 
 Princess Carlota. I am much indebted for your 
 kindnesses ; if I survive these scenes of distress, Iil 
 try to thank you : 'tis near four o'clock, jou say? 
 
 Ther. Near striking, your Highness. 
 
 [^Clock strikes four; the Princess, much 
 agitated, seems fainting ; Theresa and 
 Selina support her. 
 
 Ther. For Heaven's sake, your Highness, what 
 alarms you thus ? 
 
 Princess Carlota. O heaven ! what a blow on 
 my heart did the blow of that clock strike, it has 
 made it bleed — Gracious heaven I it passed through 
 me, as it were my dying knell ; the solemn sound still 
 trembles in my ears. O my country, my country, 
 my dear husband, my Prince, my lovely little ones, 
 my innocent children ! — O Jesu ! protect them ! I faint, 
 Theresa, lead me into the next apartment— send for 
 the Prince. 
 
 \_Exeunt, Theresa and Selina supporti?ig the 
 Princess, and the other Ladies. 
 
 SCENE III. 
 Apartments of the young Princes. 
 
 Enter Prince Pedrg, Prince Miguel, Donna 
 
 Bellas, Donna Redonda, and Attendants. 
 
 Donna Bellas. My dear Princes, the storm is 
 
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 over, and it is only four o'clock, go again to rest— 
 you will disturb the Prince and Princess, 
 
 Prince Pedro. Donna Bellas, I cannot sleep, I 
 am not easy ; the thunder may come again, perhaps 
 another earthquake, — and if not that, I know what I 
 heard, the bad Frenchmen may come, and you know 
 they want to rob my papa ! and how can I sleep with 
 thieves in the house ! 
 
 Donna Redonda. Sweet soul ! do not be afraid, 
 papa has plenty of guards ! 
 
 Prince Miguel. Ah, I wish I was big enough 
 to be his guard too ! 
 
 Prince Pedro. Why ! what would you do ! 
 
 Prince Miguel. Pd fight for him ! [loud* 
 
 Prince Pedro. And I too, I'd die for him ! 
 
 Prince Miguel. And so would I ! 
 
 Donna Bellas. Good Princes, do not let your 
 love for your royal papa lead you to disturb his rest. 
 
 Prince Pedro. No, no ! Donna Bellas, — but 
 why should my younger brother boast so much ? 
 
 Prince Miguel. I only boasted how I love papa ; 
 though you are older, you cannot love him more. 
 
 Donna Bellas. Do not dispute, love equally your 
 papa, and love one another. 
 
 Prince Pedro. Come, Miguel, will you fence 
 for a gold piece? let us learn how to fight, perhaps 
 hereafter we may have a crown to fight for 
 
 Prince Miguel. I will fight for glory ! the 
 crown belongs to you 1 
 
 Prince Pedro. And when I wear it, Pll prove 
 your brother. 
 
 [Exeunt and Attendants, 
 
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 SCENE III. 
 
 Prince's Apartment in the Royal Palace. 
 
 Enter Prince Regent and Bishop of Elf as. 
 
 Prince Regent, Good Elvas, you have much 
 eased raj heart, I dread the thought of offending 1 
 Heaven ! If it pleases Almighty God to chastise 
 me for my salvation, a murmur shall not escape my 
 lips; but for my people, my heart bleeds to think on 
 them ! O my country, my country, my poor people, 
 Jesu ! have mercy on them ! 
 
 Bishop. That Omnipotent Power that created 
 them, will, in the infinity of its goodness, still 
 protect them against the enemies of all religion : — e'en 
 Heaven itself, the impious enemies of Christ, whose 
 godhead they deny — when the fulfilment of their 
 crimes shall come, he will avenge their deeds ! 
 
 Enter Attendant, 
 
 Attendant. Your Royal Highness, Don Almeida 
 requests an audience. \_Exit Attendant, 
 
 Prince Regent. Let him enter, (faintly) — Good 
 Elvas, this shock of the enemy's approach, these 
 terrible convulsions of nature, prey on my mind ! 
 sleep deserts me, some awful event appears approach- 
 ing — this horrid war ! O when will mankind cease 
 to murder ! 
 
 Bishop. May gracious God bless your High- 
 ness and your kingdoms with his holy spirit of 
 peace. 
 
 Prince Regent. Amen ! amen ! 
 
 Enter Almeida. 
 Almeida. Your Highness's most devoted servant 
 
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 Prince Regent. Almeida,, I am happy to see you, 
 for I feel a confidence in you, — would I could say 
 as much by all my ministers. 
 
 Almeida. Your Highness, I am proudly happy 
 that my poor endeavours to serve my Prince are 
 pleasing to him. 
 
 Prince Regent. Almeida, an honest minister, 
 who strives to serve and save his country, is a bless- 
 ing* to his Prince ; but my forboding soul shrinks at 
 some of my council. 
 
 Bish. Elvas. Can Lucifer so work on man, so 
 drive his soul to perdition, as to sell his Prince, — 
 his country ? 
 
 Almeida, (warmly.) He can! he has, the fiend's 
 at work, and forging the fetters for royalty, the 
 manacles for their Prince, bartering the blood of 
 thousands for bribes. 
 
 Prince Regent. Jesu ! have mercy ! — how have I 
 deserved this ! 
 
 Almeida. O my good Prince ! do not think my 
 duty too bold — do not think the heart of Almeida 
 pleads for himself, proud of its loyalty; though cer- 
 tain of destruction, to save your Highness, it would 
 be most happy to be the sacrifice. 
 
 Prince Regent, Alas, I fear there will be too 
 many sacrifices ! O that Almighty God would direct 
 me how to avoid them ! 
 
 Almeida. Most Gracious Prince, if in your sight 
 I am your faithful servant, (kneels) let me thus in- 
 treat you, (Prince raises him) — flee from the tv rant's 
 grasp, fly to your better kingdom, preserve your 
 royal person, your royal line, bear away to safety 
 your dear Princess and lovely offspring. Resistance 
 here is fruitless, already the proud tyrant has deso- 
 lated Europe's great extent,— your kingdom, staid 
 
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 only from destruction by an abject loan., imposed 
 with insolence, and demanded with threats. 
 
 Prince Regent. It is but too true. 
 
 Almeida. Your much approved and brave allies 
 pour forth their conquering fleets to guide and guard 
 you; e'en now, at your river's mouth, the British 
 flags wave defiance to your enemies, and await your 
 orders. 
 
 Prince Regent. Heaven return their kindness ! — 
 they are a brave and gallant nation. 
 
 Bish. Elvas. Permit, your Highness, one, who 
 in his peaceful holy home, has with an anxious eye 
 still followed the din of destructive war, humbly to 
 speak his anxious heart's desires. 
 
 Prince Regent. Good Elvas, proceed, your age, 
 your office, your duty to God demands it ! 
 
 Risk. Elvas. Since first rebellion, with the Toss 
 of all order, all humanity, all religion, began its 
 giant hellish strides in France, has the Almighty, for 
 purposes beyond man's penetration, suffered it to 
 overthrow and consume whichever way the monster 
 has turned — Royalty. Kingdoms have been its con- 
 stant food, the foundations of ages annihilated, — all 
 respect, all duty to God set at defiance, by the hell- 
 born act of denying— a God's existence! horrid 
 thought ! devils themselves would tremble to think 
 on it : how then, your Highness, can you stem the 
 monster's way ? I intreat you to remember the religion 
 of your fathers, Europe is plunging into infidelity, 
 haste to your noble empire of the Brazils, and save 
 your royal person, your dear family, your friends 
 and religion, from the tyrant's grasp. 
 
 Prince Regent. O my heart ! my poor deranged 
 mother ! to remove her ! 
 
 Bish. Elvas. Better remove her, than doubly 
 
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 derange her, by torturing her royal eyes with the 
 brutal plunder of her Palace, — with the savage sei- 
 zure of the holy plate from the churches, — with the 
 agony of seeing the blessed sacred chalice made a 
 Bacchanalian banquet cup for murderers. 
 
 Enter Attendant, (hastily.) 
 
 Attendant. Your Royal Highness, the Princess 
 Carlota is suddenly taken extremely ill, and intreats 
 to see you instantly. 
 
 Prince. O God! where will this end,— I come! 
 I come! Almeida, Elvas, attend the council, I will 
 follow with all speed. 
 
 [Exit Prince Regent and Attendant, 
 
 Aim. Heaven's blessings on you, Bishop, for 
 thus urging the Prince's departure, I much fear the 
 French faction in the council will delay him until 
 too late. 
 
 Enter an Attendant. 
 
 Attendant. Don Almeida, a messenger with a 
 letter, which he will deliver to no one else, waits at 
 your office. 
 
 Aim. I thank you, I'll be there instantly. — Come, 
 Bishop, it may be news. 
 
 Bish. I hope good ! 
 
 [Exit Almeida and Elvas. 
 
 SCENE IV. 
 
 Apartments of Almeida, 
 
 Enter Almeida and Elf as. 
 Aim. (with a letter.) It is from my Secretary, de- 
 pend on it as gospel, (reads)— 
 
 c2 
 
86 
 
 rf Two hours before dark, I met the advanced 
 Cf guard three leagues from Abrantes ; I followed 
 cc on, and counted upwards of three thousand troops, 
 <s all infantry, in sl most wretched condition, shoeless,, 
 (C shirtless, coatless ; yet they brave all elements, 
 cc march more like a rabble than soldiers, but they 
 ee are savages in looks and deeds : (more of this on 
 ce my return). The artillery, I learn, are five leagues 
 ec behind ; the cavalry following; the whole amount 
 ci near eighteen thousand men. In a few minutes I 
 cc horse to Agua Bellas, there they halt for an hour 
 €C and an half, which, repeated four times in a day 
 cc and night, is all their rest ; numbers have perished 
 cc on their march, from the rains, &c. In six hours 
 " from this, heaven permitting, I shall wait on your 
 fC Excellency with all possible particulars, 
 <( Your obedient Servant, 
 
 "BELMONT/' 
 
 There, Elvas, see how near the troops are to the 
 capital, and yet, two hours ago only ! Aranja swore 
 at the council they were not within three weeks" 
 march, his couriers were continually on the watch, 
 he knew for certain every movement they made, 
 Elvas, Elvas, he is an atrocious villain ! 
 
 Bishop. Let us follow, until we persuade the 
 Prince to embark, for if my mind deceives me not, 
 the Prince is sold ! 
 
 Aim. If I had a thousand lives, I would stake 
 them all on the certainty. 
 
 Bishop. Tlifi Prince's fiat for departure will 
 frustrate all — let us pursue. 
 
 [Exeunt. 
 
m 
 
 SCENE V. 
 
 Apartments of Aranja. 
 
 Enter Aranja and Anadea. 
 
 Aran. Thus far we gain ground, delay the 
 Prince's decision until the troops arrive, and we have 
 all secure, — and look (shews a letter), three thousand 
 were at Agua Bellas at two o'clock. 
 
 Ana. That is well! they are heroes indeed to 
 Jbrave such storms ; would they were here, for the 
 Bishop of Elvas has arrived, and had interviews with 
 both the Prince and Princess ; his holy rhetoric will 
 all lead to the Brazils, for the lazy churchman knows 
 his reign is nearly done here, and the stupid bigotry 
 of the Prince may make him an archbishop there. 
 
 Aran. Damn them all ! they do nought but eat, 
 drink, sleep, and plan mischief. 
 
 Ana. The French troops shall soon rout them 
 from their nests ! 
 
 Aran. Have you placed stanch friends at the 
 forts below ? 
 
 Ana. I have, such as I would place my life in 
 their hands. 
 
 Aran. I every minute expect a French officer, 
 who comes with peaceful proposals to the Prince, to 
 parly and delay him, until the security of the troops 
 are certain. 
 
 Ana. That would answer well ; that and securing 
 the forts, fleet, Prince, and power, would be sure. 
 
 Aran. Ay — and a dukedom, a princely revenue, 
 and uncontrolled power for us. 
 
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 Ana. With a hatchet, rope, or guillotine, for 
 our opposers and particular friends. 
 
 Aran. With a ship like a sieve, for the ad- 
 vocates for flying to the Brazils to sail for thence 
 in. 
 
 Ana. O never fear, we'll find means of disposing 
 of the English patriots. 
 
 Aran. And a ready means of disposing of British 
 property. 
 
 Ana. In short, let us labour to delay the Prince, 
 until sufficient troops arrive td secure the river ; 
 then our career commences, therefore let us return to 
 the council, and keep our friends warm in the cause 
 a day more, and all will be secure. 
 
 Aran. 'Tis well, I have another article on my 
 mind I mentioned once before, that damn'd sly po- 
 litical churchman, the Nuncio, has been of late 
 trebly attentive and officious to the Prince, and he 
 holds a favorable position in the Princess's ear. If 
 I am not much deceived, he is spurred on by the 
 British government. 
 
 Ana. Or churchman-like, he knows a reforma- 
 tion would shake his power to its centre, his mum- 
 mery and impositions would fall and be scouted, his 
 splendid idleness, arid swindling pomp, would tumble 
 with his revenue ; take away the profits, and the 
 bugbear ceases. In my opinion, no politics— no 
 nation— moves him; nought but the love of gain, 
 the love of self. 
 
 Aran. Should that be the case and cause, yet he 
 becomes a dangerous opposer, for he will, like a 
 parrot, eternally chaunt — Brazil — Brazil! the land 
 of faith, the land of piety, the pure sons of the 
 church, — and urge every nerve to flatter the stupid 
 bigot of a Prince, to be its head, its Prince, its 
 saviour ! 
 
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 Ana. If so., let us stop his progress,, I have 
 stanch fellows for every purpose ! — if he comes 
 to the Palace again in three days, I'll forfeit my 
 head ! 
 
 Aran. I admire your spirit, but remember you 
 have to deal with a churchman. 
 
 Ana. I have their match, come, let's to council. 
 
 [Exeunt 
 
 End of Act II 
 
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 ACT III, 
 
 SCENE I. 
 
 Apartment of the Princess's Royal Palace. 
 
 Enter Prince Regent, leading Princess, 
 — Attendants 
 
 Prince. My dearest Carlota, the agony I feel at 
 seeing you thus is too powerful to support,- — my 
 dearest angel, let me lead you to the fresh air, it will 
 relieve your faintness. 
 
 Pri?icess. My adored Prince,, your affection 
 doubles my calamities, it is the fear for you impedes 
 my powers and strength, rt a thousand dreads, a thou- 
 sand forms of a distracted imagination continually 
 flow on my perturbed senses. Think how we've loved., 
 think on our dear little ones ; O Jesu ! what thou- 
 sands of endearments rush on my mind ! Then think, 
 O my beloved Prince, if my love does not shudder 
 when I see the dangers that surround us. 
 
 Prince. My love for you! for my dear little 
 ones ! oe'r flows my heart; my duty to a most good 
 and deranged mother presses on my mind ! and, O 
 God ! amidst these afflictions, I am accursed with a 
 false conspiring ministry! surrounded by an impious 
 conquering foe, that every hour threatens desolation 
 to my country, and the downfall of my crown ! 
 
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 Princess. Dearest of men, do not think my weak 
 fears urge me to advise ; my love, my unutterable 
 love, emboldens me to plead, and urge your flight. 
 
 save those sweet pledges of our affection, those 
 dear endearments of our mutual passion ! the sea alone 
 can be our defence ! accept the offer of the brave 
 British fleet, and haste to your better empire in 
 safety. 
 
 Prince. O urge no further, I have my honour, 
 my character — at stake ! shall I flee from the land 
 my ancestors have so long been kings of ! shall I flee 
 from my people ? shall I leave them to a plundering, 
 murdering enemy, ungoverned, unprotected ? — better 
 
 1 rouse them up to arms and nobly conquer — or 
 nobly fall. 
 
 Princess. If, my beloved Prince, I saw a pro- 
 bability of success, I would gird on your sword, and 
 haste you to the battle ; cry, On, my noble Prince, to 
 glory ; and follow on to cheer away the toil of arms, 
 and lull your wearied frame to sleep in these fond 
 embracers. 
 
 Prince. Alas ! I fear our numbers are too few 
 for resistance. 
 
 Princess. I$y much, they are a horde of all nations, 
 a goth-like banditti, savage and wild, whose num- 
 bers bid defiance to all around ; (weeps J and, O Jesu ! 
 my eyes overflow with the thought ! their tyrant ruler 
 sits on the throne from whence its royal owner was 
 murdered, and who, by a timely flight, had saved 
 his life — his family — his crown ! 
 
 Prince. Unhappy martyr ! in silence let his vir- 
 tues rest ; the time will come, when just heaven will 
 punish his dethroners, and hurl its avenging venge- 
 ance on the blood-stained crew. 
 
 Enter Donna Rebonda. 
 Red. Your Highnesses, Princes Pedro and Mi- 
 
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 guel have so long importuned me to see you, I 
 could no longer refuse begging the permission. 
 
 Prince. Let them come ; poor fellows ! the storm 
 perhaps has alarmed them. 
 
 [Exit Donna Redonda. 
 
 Enter Princes Pedro and Miguel. — (Prince 
 Pedro runs to the Prince Regent, kneels and 
 kisses his hand, then to the Princess Carlota; 
 Prince Miguel does the same.) 
 
 Pedro. O your Highness ! I have been so af- 
 frighted with the noisy thunder, I thought another 
 earthquake was coming I 
 
 Miguel. Yes, mama, we got up, but they 
 would not let us come to you, — I thought I should 
 be safe then. 
 
 Princess. I hope you have been good ? 
 
 Pedro. That we have, mama, — for when they 
 told us we should disturb you, we went to fence. 
 
 Miguel. Yes, mama, they said you were unwell, 
 but I hope you are well again. 
 
 Prince. Good boys. 
 
 Pedro. O papa ! Miguel fenced with me for a 
 gold piece, — and I gained three hits, and he would 
 not pay me when I won. 
 
 Miguel. Dear papa, as he is older/ and taller, 
 and stronger, than me,— should not he give me 
 some odds ? 
 
 Prince. Let your preceptor decide ; but be 
 friends, and I'll pay the piece. 
 
 Miguel. I would have paid him, papa I but, be- 
 cause I did not at first, Pedro said I was like a 
 Frenchman ! I don't like to be called so, I am no 
 rogue — though they are. 
 
 Pedro. No, papa ! when he refused to keep his 
 word, I told him, if he was not my brother, I would 
 
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 serve him as 1 would a Frenchman — thrash him, — 
 (to Princess CarlotaJ indeed, mama, that was all. 
 
 Princess. Come ! come ! no jarring, there is a 
 gold piece for each of you (gives money) ; try which 
 of you can do most good with it, and then I shall 
 love you more, if possible. 
 
 Pedro. I'll divide mine into sixty-four testoons, 
 and make sixty-four poor people happy. 
 
 Miguel. And I'll send mine to the prison, to 
 give some poor wretch his liberty ! 
 
 Prince. Let me know when this is done, and I 
 will give you more ; away to your tasks and precep- 
 tors. 
 
 ,5. 10 \ i Your Highness, we obey ! 
 
 Miguel, j & 3 J 
 
 [They kneel and kiss hands. 
 
 Pedro. I am so happy to see papa and mama 
 well, that I shall be merry all day. 
 
 Miguel. And I, papa and mama, will leap for 
 joy ! [Exit leaping and jumping. 
 
 Princess. Dear innocents ! 
 
 Prince. I hope their jealousy may never lessen 
 their love for each other ! 
 
 Princess. Never ! as they advance in years, their 
 stronger reason will discriminate their emulations, 
 it now spurns them to assiduity in their studies, and 
 leads them to the love and practice of virtues. 
 
 Prince. Indeed, my dear Car lot a, their ap- 
 propriation of their little riches, though divided, both 
 tended to so good a purpose, that I was blest to hear 
 their humanity. 
 
 Enter Attendant. 
 Attcn. "Your Royal Highness, Don Aranja in- 
 treats your presence at the council, all awaits for 
 your Royal Highness, 
 
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 Prince. We come on the moment. 
 
 [Exit Attendant. 
 
 Princess. O think, my dear Prince, on what 
 surrounds you, think on the empire that awaits your 
 royal command ! think on yourself ! your safety. 
 
 Prince. Sad conflicting' thoughts, the struggle 
 between my love and honor rends my bosom and 
 my brain ! the vital stream rushes with maddening 
 force from heart to head, and repulsed from head to 
 heart, whose over-charged nature threatens to burst \ 
 O God defend rne ! my brain grows giddy with the 
 surrounding scene ! 
 
 Princess. My dear Prince! do not go to the 
 council, send your commands, — retire to rest ! — come, 
 my dear angel, let me charm your agitated soul to 
 blissful sleep— were it .only for a little hour. 
 
 Prince. Excellent angel, my word is past ! I 
 will attend the council, raid as soon as public safety 
 permits, return and taste happiness with you, to your 
 apartment, my love ! my honour takes me from you,, 
 but shall not separate us long,— sweet love, adieu ! 
 
 [Exit Prince. 
 
 Princess. Choirs of angels attend you ! 
 
 [Exit Princess and Attendants. 
 
 SCENE II, 
 
 ■An Apartment in the House of Baron Bramcamp, 
 
 Enter Eugenia and Margarida; ( Eugenia with 
 a Guitar.) 
 
 Eug. Margarida, put away the guitar, my heart 
 is too full to give the wires utterance. 
 
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 Mar. But why, dear lady, so despond, it is only 
 three days since he was here. 
 
 Eug. To me, that is three ages ! 
 
 Mar. Gentle lady, remember, this melancholy 
 may awaken the suspicions of your father. 
 
 Eng. Very true! \erj true! but I have not 
 learned enough of the world, to use deception, and 
 I am afraid my affection for that dear amiable man 
 will sooner distract me than teach me how to mask 
 my love ! 
 
 Mar. Your love should teach you that! remem- 
 ber the difference of your fortunes, your rank and 
 situation. 
 
 Eug, Hold! hold your horrid words! accursed 
 be the gold that makes a distinction,— my father's 
 title was purchased ; but no gold ! no titles ! can 
 equal my beloved Belmont ; had I the Prince's pos- 
 sessions, I would give all for such a heart as his — 
 for the loftiest noble of the kingdom has not half 
 his honour,— he plumes above them all. 
 
 Mar. I believe him so ! but your papa will pay 
 little attention to his heart or his honor, while he 
 wants estates and titles. 
 
 Eug. There springs my unhappiness. O parents ! 
 parents ! what tyranny do you use, to dispose of 
 your children's hearts. 
 
 Enter a Servant with a letter, looking hack cau- 
 tiously, and looking significantly at Margarida, 
 puts his finger on his lips, gives the letter, and 
 exit. 
 
 JVIar. (opens the cover, gives Eugenia the en- 
 closed letter) Here, my dear lady, the cover is only 
 for me, yours is the dear contents. 
 
 Eug. ( kisses the letter) It is my dear Belmont's ! 
 O blessings on him ! (reads) — 
 
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 ee Beloved Angel ! 
 
 €t My duty, on the instant, hurried me from Lis-' 
 " boo, I bad no safe conveyance to inform you of my 
 <c departure. Dear Eugenia, since I tasted of bliss in 
 <c your company last, my eyes have been a stranger to 
 tc sleep ; this blest opportunity I snatch from the ex- 
 (C tremity of attendance on the council ; in an hour 
 <s more, I will fly to our dear appointed spot, and if 
 **■ the joy of seeing you will permit me utterance, I 
 iC will tell you where I have been, what I have seen, 
 cc and in what imminent danger the country and we 
 <c are in; do not alarm yourself, but believe me, while 
 Ci existence lasts, I am all yours ever adoring, 
 
 « BELMONT." 
 
 Mar. There, my lady, how sweet, how balsamic, 
 
 Eug. Would his dear pen had all been dipt in 
 balm ! that tincture of rue leaves a convulsion in 
 my bosom 1 O Margarida ! how oft has my dear di- 
 vining angel, when we have sat beneath the bloom- 
 ing orange-tree boughs, exchanging our true loves' 
 mutual vows, drawn on the marble plain, his pencil 
 a rose's stem ! these coming times ! — for when the full 
 swell of mutual love has opened a port for fear, how 
 has he softened down our fortunes, how calmed my 
 father's rage ; but last and most upon his mind was, 
 war ! all else, he smiled upon, and kissing with rap- 
 ture my hand, would exclaim, — this must be mine ! 
 
 Mar. Indeed, of late, I have wondered much at 
 his constant expression of this country's danger. 
 
 Eug. 'Tis ever on his tongue, and well I re- 
 member once, as it were but yesterday, while my 
 attentive eye marked his dear tracing of its direful 
 way; he agitated arose, and with eyes and hands 
 uplift to heaven, exclaimed, That battle gained, this 
 country is lost for ever ! — then gazing on me with 
 angelic tenderness, pressed a salute, while his big 
 tear, unheeded, fell upon my bosom ! 
 
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 Enter Servant. 
 
 Ser. Senhora de Castello, presents lier compli- 
 merits, and wishes to see you, my lady. 
 
 Eug. Shew her in.f exit Servant. J Now we shall 
 have news ! 
 
 Enter Juliana. 
 
 Jul. My dearest Eugenia, I so long to see you, 
 I have so much to tell you, such strange events, I 
 scarce know where I am. 
 
 Eug. What ! has the Marquis forgot his love 
 for you ? 
 
 Jul. O for goodness sake, do not mention the 
 Marquis and love together. 
 
 Eug. Why, I thought the Marquis was on the 
 point of leading you to the hymenial altar, and sure 
 he would not do that without making love to you I 
 
 Jul. Indeed but he would, for as papa and he 
 were the principal planners and negociators, I am only 
 considered as an attendant, — necessary, like the seal- 
 ing-wax, to the marriage articles. 
 
 Eug. I wonder at your spirits, the thoughts of 
 such a marriage makes me shudder. 
 
 Jul. Lor ! my dear, it is very fashionable, true 
 nobility ; and, as I have the misfortune to be born 
 noble, and fashionably educated, why papa, of course, 
 sends me among the herd very politely. 
 
 Eug. O Juliana, what an expression ! the name 
 of herd immediately gives the idea of horns. 
 
 Jul. Well, and don't you think, by such a mar- 
 riage, if the wife has not got a great— -great deal 
 of virtue, there is some danger of such things ? 
 
 Eug. I really must allow we have too many 
 examples to doubt it. 
 
 Jul. Aye, aye, Eugenia, I observe a lady of fa- 
 shion never has love made to heruntil she is married. 
 
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 Eug. Yet, Juliana,, what a crowd of courtiers 
 have I seen follow jou on a court-day. 
 
 Jul. Yes, to talk ridiculous nonsense, make ob- 
 servations that a child should blush at, embellished 
 with fulsome flattery and falshoods ; no, no, Euge- 
 nia, I would prefer one letter such as your dear Bel- 
 mont writes, and such a man, though placed in a 
 cottage, to all the palaces and all the nobility to- 
 gether. 
 
 Eug. Then, my dear friend, I most sincerely 
 wish fortune may throw in your way his counterpart. 
 But what is the news you have ? 
 
 Jul. O horrid ! the French troops are within 
 two days' march : papa told me the Prince and 
 Council had been debating all night whether the 
 Prince and Court should fly to the Brazils. He 
 then told me not to be alarmed ; that if the Prince 
 went, he should follow ; and desired me to pack my 
 jewels and apparel ready. 
 
 Eug. Is it possible! O my foreboding heart, 
 my dear Belmont ! 
 
 Jul. Aye, dear Belmont, when did you see him. 
 
 Eug. Not for these three days ; but I have just 
 received a letter from him : come, come, to the sum- 
 mer-house, at the end of the garden, I will shew it 
 you, and tell you more ; I fear my papa coming on 
 us here. 
 
 Jul. I wish your papa would go with the Prince, 
 we still should be together. 
 
 .? Eug. That he will not, depend on it ; the Prince, 
 refusing to make him a Count, has separated them, 
 and from thence will spring my misery. — Come, 
 come away. 
 
 Jul. The men mock us for our attachment to 
 baubles, trinkets, and ornaments, but what are their 
 titles ? — ridiculous ! ha ! ha ! ha ! [Exeunt 
 
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 SCENE III. 
 
 An Apartment at Don Almeida's, as a Secretary's 
 
 Office. 
 
 Enter Belmont, (pulling out his watch.) 
 
 Belm. Now for dispatch ! in half an hour more, 
 my dear Eugenia ! [Sorting the papers, &;c. 
 
 Enter Almeida. 
 
 Aim. Why Belmont ! you will kill yourself ! I 
 expected you were gone to rest. 
 
 Belm. Your Excellency, nature seems to double 
 her benefits, to suit the circumstances ; indeed, I 
 am as unwearied as if just from repose, and await 
 vour commands. 
 
 Aim. Have you dispatched the order for spiking 
 the guns at the lower forts. 
 
 Belm. I have, your Excellency, sent Captain de 
 Silva with a company, to execute your commands. 
 Aim. To the shipping also. 
 Belm. Your Excellency, they now are under 
 weigh for the front of Belem. 
 
 Aim. Order the whole of the Attendants of the 
 Palace to be in waiting, and all the carriages ready, 
 with porters, guards, &c, for I am much in hopes 
 the Prince will, before he leaves the council, deter- 
 mine to leave Lisbon. 
 
 Belm. Your Excellency ! I will attend your 
 commands. 
 
 Aim. Should it so be determined, Belmont, would 
 you rather return to your native England, or accom- 
 pany me with the Prince, to the Brazils ? 
 
 Belm. Your Excellency, your bounty has made 
 me most happy ! my gratitude, I fain would say 
 
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 We, binds me to your service ! While my poor 
 efforts can be of service,, and your permitting, I wish 
 to attend you. 
 
 Aim. Belmont, the service you have done for 
 the Prince and myself, I have fully made his High- 
 ness acquainted with : whichever way you go, ho- 
 nour and reward shall attend you ! Bui, I believe, 
 Belmont, you have a stronger attachment for another 
 than myself ! Nay, nay, do not be ashamed, your 
 situation and self would not disgrace Bramcamp's 
 family : if your affections are mutual, act like a 
 maiij marry and take her with you ; it will be an 
 honorable theft ! — My carriages are at your orders. 
 
 Belm. Your Excellency, I am overwhelmed 
 with shame ! Indeed, my life without Eugenia 
 would be misery 1 I have related to your Excellency 
 how, as an artist, her father first presented me to her ; 
 love, on the instant flew through me ! it has grown 
 mutually ! unceasingly ! But I have no estate, no 
 title, to ask her father for such a blessing as she is \ 
 
 Aim. Dispatch those orders, and what else you 
 see fit — then haste to Eugenia, and tell her from me 
 you shall have titles and estates too, if she will mar- 
 ry you — my house her home, and I will be her father. 
 
 [Exit Almeida. 
 
 Belm. Am I awake ! the world runs round, I 
 am giddy with astonishment ! my love fully known ! 
 my love approved of ! fortune's full cornucopia 
 poured on me — O bliss unspeakable ! my love 1 my 
 Eugenia ! now thou art mine ! 
 
 Enter a Servant with a packet of letters. 
 "Tis well, follow me. [Exit Belmont and Servant, 
 
 End of Act III. 
 
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 ACT IV. 
 
 SCENE I. 
 
 A Room in a Country Farm-house — Number of 
 French Officers, sitting at a table ; Wine, 8$c> 
 
 1st Officer. This wine is cursed stuff, I hope 
 the eating will be better. 
 
 2d Officer. It is bad enough, to be sure ; but re- 
 member, these poor devils send all their best wine to 
 Lisbon for sale, drinking only the unsaleable. 
 
 3d Officer. Then haste to Lisbon, there we shall 
 find John Bull's collections ; and he's a connoisseur 
 in wine. 
 
 1st Officer. O damn John Bull ! I am afraid he 
 and his wine have tripped to sea, as the only place 
 of safety he has. 
 
 3d Officer. Then I hope he will go to the bot- 
 tom ! 
 
 1st Officer. Good ! to make negus of the At- 
 lantic ! 
 
 2d Officer. If so, damn me ! our troops should 
 drink it dry, and we'd add another quarter of the 
 world to our conquests. 
 
 ktli Officer. Very pretty moonshine ! but what is 
 to eat ? and when is it coming ? 
 
h% 
 
 2d Officer. I have set half a dozen cooks to 
 work, and placed an embargo on the breakfast of 
 the family. 
 
 1st Officer. What the devil is that ? 
 
 2d Officer. Some cold buccalao from yesterday, 
 warmed up with garlic,, onions, lamp -oil, and sour 
 wine. 
 
 1st Officer. A mess for the devil 1 what else ? 
 
 2d Officer. Some turnip -tops in full blossom, 
 at least a yard long, mellowed with rusty bacon and 
 garlic, to enhance the flavour ; also some rich soup, 
 made with horse-beans, oil, and wine. 
 
 1st Officer. What brutes ! 
 
 2d Officer. My dear comrade, how squeamish 
 you grow ! remember Poland train-oil and bran, with 
 stakes from a dragooner that perished for food ! 
 
 3d Officer. I dare swear you have something bet- 
 ter than you have told us of, to eat. 
 
 2d Officer. Well, I'll tell you ; the mistress of 
 the house and her two daughters were so alarmed at 
 our presence, that they fastened themselves in a clo- 
 set from all communication ; therefore, I had no di- 
 rector but my eyes and ears, and with those I have pro- 
 cured eggs, bacon, fowls, rice, &c. ; now whet up 
 your appetites, all will be ready in a few minutes ! 
 
 Omnes. Bravo ! bravo ! Monsieur Caterer. 
 
 3d Officer. I hope you mean to kiss the mistress 
 of the house, or her two daughters, for keeping so 
 good a house. 
 
 2d Officer. By what I saw of the mother and 
 daughter, they are such sweet mahogany beauties, 
 that I shall pay most attention to eating ; for the 
 lord knows when we shall eat again ! 
 
 1st Officer. The best speculation I -know of, is 
 to kill as we go along. 
 
 3d Officer. What — -jack-asses ? 
 
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 1st Officer. No, none o' your kin, except geese ! 
 I say, kill turkies, fowls, pigs, goats, all that's eatable. 
 
 3d Officer. And send their owners to the Empe- 
 ror for payment. 
 
 O nines. Ha ! ha! ha ! 
 
 Enter a Soldier, (as from cooking. J 
 Sol. Gentlemen, all's ready in the next room. 
 Omncs. Bravo ! allons ! allons ! [_Exit omncs. 
 
 SCENE II. 
 
 An Alcove in the Garden of Bramcamp. 
 
 Enter Eugenia and Julian a, as walking in the 
 Garden — Margarida attending. 
 
 Jul. I declare, your flowers are so sweet, your 
 garden so pretty, and yourself so engaging, that I 
 pay no attention to time ; I shall stay all the morn- 
 ing e'er I think an hour past. 
 
 Eug. You are so complimentary, I do not know 
 how to ascribe you ; believe me, I should be extreme- 
 ly happy if you would spend the day here ; now do 
 stay and dine, and be assured I every moment ex- 
 pect my dear Belmont. 
 
 Jul. Now you remind me, I cannot for shame 
 but go ; why should I, being not so fortunate, de- 
 prive you of the dear delightful pleasure you must 
 enjoy in his dear company ? 
 
 Eug. Nay, if you praise him so much, you will 
 make me jealous. 
 
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 Jul. I am glad to hear you say so, for now I am 
 sure you love him. \_A clap of hands three times. 
 Eug. Belmont's signal ! O happy sound ! run, 
 Margarida, run ! 
 
 \_Exit Margarida. — Juliana withdraws to 
 the garden. 
 Eug. My dear Juliana/ do not go ; Belmont 
 will be happy to see you. 
 
 Jul. Yes, yes, away ! • \_she retires. 
 
 Enter Belmont in a cloak. (Eugenia runs to 
 meet him ; they embrace.) 
 
 Belm. My guardian angel ! 
 
 Eug. My dearest Belmont ! 
 
 Belm. How, my dear Eugenia, have you been 
 since last my eyes thus drank delight ? 
 
 Eug. Your untold departure conjured up a thou- 
 sand fears for your dear safety ! indeed, I was not 
 well : your letter was a balsam to my aching heart, 
 when I saw your safety. 
 
 Belm. O my adored Eugenia ! the dangers that 
 surround us distract me ! think of my painful situa- 
 tion ; remember I am an Englishman ! should the 
 Prince determine to retire to the Brazils, I cannot 
 stay, unless in prison ! Should he stay here, my Se- 
 cretary's place will be gone ; under the French in- 
 fluence — perhaps French government !~— I shall be 
 an outcast ! 
 
 Eug. O God ! your painful story makes me mi- 
 serable I 
 
 Belm. Indeed I am so ! oft have I flattered my- 
 self your papa might be reconciled, as I every day 
 expected promotion : should the Prince retire, I feel 
 a surety of it. But what will be promotion, ho- 
 nour, fortune, even empire ! without my loved, my 
 lovely Eugenia ! 
 
£5 
 
 Juliana (comes forward.) Then Pll tell you, 
 naj don't be alarmed ! 
 
 Belm. Pardon my surprise, gentle lady ! I thought 
 we were alone. 
 
 Jul. -No j no ; it is I am alone, and alone am I 
 likely to be, unless you have a brother, and will re- 
 commend me to him, and he has more courage than 
 yourself. 
 
 Belm. For what, gentle lady ? 
 
 Jul. To go where I wish, and take me with him ; 
 be assured I would follow ! therefore, my advice is, 
 pack up — set off — marry — set sail — and make love 
 all the voyage ! 
 
 Eug. For shame, you madcap ! 
 
 Jul. Well then, do vou stav in Lisbon ! and let 
 me carry Belmont and the shame to the Brazils ! 
 
 Eug. Consider my papa ! 
 
 Belm. Would to heaven, he would follow the 
 Prince ! 
 
 Jul. What, to torment you more ? to find a stu- 
 pid husband with a title, and order Eugenia to marry 
 the dear animal ? Fly ! fly ! he may be angry at first, 
 but when a grandpapa he will soften ! 
 
 Eug. O you romp, for shame ! 
 
 Jul. Dear sober steadiness ! But Belmont, I 
 beg you answer me ; I am sold, to be married to the 
 Marquis Valencia ; now tell me truly, do you think 
 the Prince will go ? now don't be afraid of trusting 
 a female with a secret ! 
 
 Belm. On my honour, I think 'tis certain ! 
 
 Jul. Then my papa goes ! and I go —and hea- 
 ven be praised, the Marquis stays behind ! don't you 
 think he will ? 
 
 Belm. He seems firmly attached to the opposing 
 faction. 
 
 Jul. He never pleased me before, sweet stupid 
 coxcomb ! 
 
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 Eug. Then you will be happy, Juliana. 
 
 Jul. Only half way. Belmont, my dear, Eu- 
 genia has mentioned to me you have a brother, 
 where is he, and may I ask what is he ? 
 
 Belm. Noble lady, you honor me, he is an hum- 
 ble Lieutenant in the British navy; the last news I 
 had of him, was after the battle of Trafalgar, in 
 which he received a wound, not dangerous. 
 
 Jul. Poor gentleman ! does he resemble you, Bel- 
 mont ? 
 
 Belm. He was, when last I saw him, taller and 
 stouter, roughened by change of climate and the 
 sea : in fact, he is a British officer, with the courage 
 of a lion, and the heart of a lamb ; with his hand 
 ever in his pocket, to supply every applicant with 
 what he has risked his life a thousand times for. 
 
 Jul. I understand you, Belmont, he is not quite 
 so diplomatic as yourself: nevertheless, give me your 
 hand ! — there is mine ! he is mine ! I marry him by 
 proxy ! help me to find him, that he may take care 
 I do not lose myself. 
 
 Eug. Why, Juliana, are you mad .? 
 
 Jul. Yes, as a March hare! Pardon me, Eugenia, 
 I have shewn you the way ! Belmont, I wont own 
 you as a brother, if you don't run away with Eugenia. 
 
 Belm. Would to God she would permit me ! 
 
 Jul. Now look in her eyes, don't you see her con- 
 sent starting in them ? There ! there ! away, and 
 settle how and when. \_Juliana pushes them out. 
 
 Haste to the fragrant orange-grove, 
 And plan the means to pluck true-love. 
 
 (Calls JWargarida) Margarida, give me a guitar, 
 I must thrum some doleful ditty to make me merry. 
 
 JWar. (brings a guitar) It is in tune, I believe, 
 my lady. 
 
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 Jul. O no matter ! watch old dad! remember the 
 alcove,, — the world well lost for love. 
 
 [Exit Margarida. 
 
 Jul. (plays on the guitar and sings :) 
 
 Why what's the world and all its worth, 
 
 When we from love are tether? 
 Gold sinks again to parent earth, 
 
 And titles like a feather. 
 
 Ala! ala! alack, ala! 
 
 Cross'd in our love, each day is night, 
 
 Gay pleasure swells our sorrow, 
 No other joy can give delight, 
 
 But kisses that we borrow. 
 
 Ala! ala! alack, ala! 
 
 But if kind Hymen, with his torch, 
 
 Will seal our hearts together, 
 Our heaven is then, to go to church, 
 
 And kiss thro' every weather. 
 
 Ala! ala! alack, ala! 
 
 Enter Margarida (hastily). 
 
 Mar. O heavens ! my lady, my master is coming. 
 
 Jul. (throws down the guitar, runs to the alcove). 
 Fly! fly ! Belmont, — Bramcamp comes this way ! 
 
 Belm. and Eug. Come forward, — O heavens, we 
 are undone! — haste, Margarida, open the garden 
 door. [Exit Margarida. 
 
 Belm. (throws his cloak over him, and seems to 
 recollect something, — takes from his pocket a paper 
 of artificial flowers J. — Dear Eugenia, accept these 
 flowers, were they not extremely beautiful, I would 
 not present you artificial articles. 
 
 Eug. O never mind ! fly ! fly ! adieu ! adieu ! 
 
 [Exit Belmont. 
 
 Jul. O most excellent ! should your papa have 
 seen him departing, say he was a vender of artificial 
 
£8 
 
 flowers, you saw passings and called, — these we 
 have purchased. 
 
 Eug. I am so agitated, he will discover the 
 truth, and I am ruined. 
 
 Jul. Courage! — courage! — here he comes. — 
 (Juliana plays with, and admires thefloivers, talking 
 to Eugenia). Dear me, how remiss I was, not to 
 purchase more of these beauties. 
 
 Bramcamp enters the Alcove, — (Juliana rises, as 
 
 much surprised to see Bramcamp ; Eugenia rises, 
 
 respectfully curtseying J. 
 
 Jul. (curtseying) O your Excellency ! I ask par- 
 don, you so surprised me ! I hope I see you in better 
 health than my dear Eugenia. 
 
 Br am. So ! so ! Senhora Castello. 
 
 Eug. Papa, you look unwell, and very serious, 
 has any accident happened ? 
 
 Br am. What man was that with you just now ? 
 
 Eug. (surprised) With me, papa ? 
 
 Jul. O your papa means the Italian flower-seller, 
 the poor fellow in a cloak ! O your Excellency, do 
 but look at them, did you ever see any thing so na- 
 tural, so beautiful, — who could imagine they were 
 artificial ? 
 
 Br am. Pha! pha ! Italian trumpery, the flowers 
 in the garden are much superior. 
 
 Eug. I am sorry they displease you, papa. 
 
 Jul. Lor! sir, flowers from the garden would 
 not do for dancing, they would fall to pieces when 
 we came to allemande and lead down ! 
 
 Br am. Eugenia, I came to tell you I do not 
 deem the city a safe place for you at prerent ; there- 
 fore, pack up your apparel, and in an hour the 
 coach will be ready to take you to Azambugia ; your 
 jewels give me, you may be robbed of them in the 
 country, neither will you want them there. 
 
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 Eug. Will the coach be here so soon, papa ? 
 
 Bram. Yes, in an hour, — good morning, Senhora 
 Castello. [Exit JBramcamp. 
 
 Jul. Old crabbed ! ! — pardon me, Eugenia. 
 
 Eug. O I am truly wretched. 
 
 Jul. Rouse up your spirits, come away to your 
 chamber, I'll find a plan for you to run away. 
 
 Eug. O how can you think of it ? 
 
 Jul. Follow good examples, — the Prince is going 
 to do so. As for your jewels, give your papa the 
 cases, — but keep the precious contents — they will 
 awaken the eyes of love, should necessity make him 
 sleepy: never! never! separate a lady from her dia- 
 monds. 
 
 Then haste, my dear, make no delay, 
 An hour in love soon flies away. 
 
 [Exeunt. 
 
 SCENE IV. 
 
 An Apartment in the House of Aranja. 
 
 Enter Aranja and Anadea. 
 
 Aran. Are you certain of such an order being 
 sent ? 
 
 Ana. As certain as I am of its being refused — 
 mark this note: — (reads) 
 
 " Your Excellency, judge of my surprise at Capt. 
 (< deSilva's bringing an order to spike ihe guns at this 
 tc fort, -7- it being so contrary to jour instructions : I 
 <c have refused the execution until your further orders 
 <c in writing to your obedient Servant, 
 
 " ANTONIO REGEZUDA." 
 i{ Saint Julians." 
 
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 Aran. That looks suspicious ! did jou observe 
 the Prince when he left the council,, how sullen he 
 looked^ how abrupt he departed, with this laconic 
 reply., — I will send my determination? 
 
 Ana. I marked all, and much suspect some ac- 
 cident or traitor has furnished him with more than 
 we wish he should know. 
 
 Aran. Well, well, a few hours more, and a fig 
 for all, our masks will then be useless. 
 
 Ana. I think it will be prudent to send for Alorna, 
 Fi iere, Novion ; secure them, and their regiments ; 
 remain inactive; throw every bar in the way of his 
 going, if possible, and secure our security ! 
 
 Aran. It shall be done on the instant. I am ex- 
 tremely anxious for the arrival of this French Gene- 
 ral ! he surely cannot be long ! his arrival will amuse 
 the Prince, and accelerate our purpose; he also 
 brings the Emperor's signature for our advancement 
 and rewards. 
 
 Enter Servant. 
 
 Ser. Your Excellency, the Marquis Alorna 
 requests an audience. 
 
 Aran. Shew him into the saloon, I'll see him 
 immediately. — ( exit Servant).- — This is fortunate, — 
 come, let us sound him. [Exeunt. 
 
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 ACT V. 
 
 SCENE I. 
 
 The Secretary's Office at Almeida's. 
 Enter Belmont. 
 
 Belm. My God ! how happy I am to reach home 
 in safety ! O my Eugenia, if we are discovered, 
 what will be your fate, from a cruel father? a con- 
 vent is your doom ! O villainous love ! how cruelly 
 unequal do you aim your arrows ! 
 
 Enter a Servant. 
 
 Ser. Sir, a letter for you. 
 
 Belm. Is the bearer waiting ? 
 
 Ser. The instant he put it in my hand, he almost 
 flew away. 
 
 Belm. Very well.— (exit Servant). — The hand 
 is a stranger's ; (opens the letter) — from Juliana ! 
 (astonished, reads) : 
 
 cc Dear Belmont, 
 cc I am your lovely Eugenia's secretary ^ for she is so 
 " distressed as to be unable to write : briefly know 
 cc this — her father did not know, although he saw 
 " you ! we passed you off for the vender of those 
 " identical flowers you so fortunately brought. So 
 
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 (c far happy ! but her father imperiously and posi- 
 " tively ordered Eugenia to be ready for the coach 
 ee in an hour, to carry her to Azambugia ; there is 
 cc our unhappiness ! were we certain the Prince would 
 cc leave Lisbon, be assured we do not mean to be 
 <c left behind. There is no time for your answer, your 
 " appearance would ruin all, — all my ingenuity shall 
 ec be exerted to bring your dear Eugenia to what I 
 Ci think will be her heaven! — your arms ! This, in 
 ce purity of chastity, though manly expressed by a 
 ' c maid, who hopes,, e'er long, to give you joy in per- 
 ee son, being 
 
 ce Yours honorably, 
 
 " JULIANA/' 
 
 Heaven be praised, what an escape ! but how will 
 my Eugenia escape. O love ! O fortune, befriend 
 
 me ! ( a noise without) Hey ! what now ! 
 
 Enter Lego re (a French General), pushing hack 
 the Servants; seeing Belmont, he stops, 
 
 Belm. Sir, your dress should cover a gentleman, 
 — for why this violence, what is your pleasure ? 
 
 Legore. Your insolent fellows refused me all 
 admittance ; my business, sir, is of the utmost haste 
 and consequence, I want immediately to see the prime 
 minister, Don Aranja, and I must see the Prince. 
 
 Ser. Sir, I told him he was mistaken ! 
 
 Belm. fin a passion) Away, sirs, hold your ton- 
 gues! away, away, (he pushes them out). — Sir, I am 
 sorry they have been so rude, but it is customary to 
 send your name in for admittance. 
 
 Legore. Sir, I have the honor to come from the 
 Emperor Napoleon, — General Legore, at your ser- 
 vice, sir. 
 
 Belm, General,, I have the honor to be his Ex- 
 
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 cellency's secretary ; if you will favor me with your 
 letters or papers, I will speak to him for your au- 
 dience immediately. 
 
 Legore. The letter for the Prince I will deliver 
 personally, the letter for Don Aranja is here, (gives 
 a letter) ; it will explain who I am. 
 
 Belm. Sir, you appear fatigued, will you take 
 some refreshment ? 
 
 Legore. Sir, I have no objection. 
 
 [Belmont ri?igs a belL 
 
 Enter Servants. 
 
 Belm. Pay every attention ! and shew the honor- 
 able General into the dining-room, and provide in- 
 stantly wine and refreshment. (Exit one Servant). 
 General, I beg you will make free, call for your 
 wishes, sans ceremonie ! Conduct the General. 
 
 Legore. Remember, sir, I am in haste to see the 
 Prince. 
 
 Belm. Be assured, General, I will pay every at- 
 tention to you ! his Excellency shall have your letter 
 instantly; (exit Legore, attended.)— By the lord 
 harry, I will pay extreme attention to you. 
 
 [Calls a Servant, who is waiting on 
 business. 
 
 Ser. An officer or two, whom I do not know, 
 and the red- faced Irish Captain. 
 
 Belm. Order the Irish Captain in, the rest I can- 
 not answer to-day ; and immediately give orders to 
 all the servants to be careful that the French Gene- 
 ral is not undeceived in this— it is not Don Aranja' s 
 house. Order Antonio to attend me, yourself attend 
 the General in particular, cover the table with the 
 strongest and richest wines. 
 
 Ser. Sir, I see the mistake, I will punctually at- 
 tend him and your orders. [Exit Servant. 
 
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 Belm. This is fortunate indeed, a thought strikes 
 me, — Captain O'Neil shall be a Colonel immediately, 
 
 Enter Captain O'Neil. 
 
 Capt. Your most obedient humble servant, sir, at 
 orders. 
 
 Belm. Yours, Captain O'Neil,— you want em- 
 ploy merit I think, sir ? 
 
 Capt. Indeed I do, sir ! if it was not for the ladies, 
 O i should be idle eternally. 
 
 Belm. And the bottle, Captain! nay, nay, your 
 blushes say so! 
 
 CapU O sir ! hard service makes me blush. 
 
 Belm. No matter, I have a commission for you I 
 (taps his shoulder J you now are Major O'Neil; and 
 to-day we'll call you Colonel O'Neil. I am going 
 to introduce you to a French General, whom you 
 must drink senseless. 
 
 Capt. O never fear that ! 
 
 Belm. Do this as quick as possible, my servant 
 shall attend you, to procure from his pocket some 
 letters he has. 
 
 Capt. O don't trouble yourself! if it is in the 
 cause of war, I can do that too ! 
 
 Belm. (goes to a drawer, and fetches a roleau of 
 money) --Captain, here are twenty pieces for a uniform ; 
 get me his papers, and a commission, with fifty 
 more, awaits you ! remember, this to ourselves ! 
 
 Capt. Heaven reward you ! shew me this French 
 General, and in half an hour Pll set him under the 
 table ; and if he wont get drunk, Pll cut his troat, 
 and do all the rest— as quiet as tunder. 
 
 Belm. Then come along, brave Colonel O'Neil. 
 
 [Exeunt % 
 
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 SCENE II. 
 
 An Apartment in Almeida* s House. 
 Enter Almeida and Belmont. 
 
 Aim. (With papers in his hand) You astonish 
 me ! what a fortunate, what a providential occur- 
 rence ! these will at once over-balance ail objections ! 
 Belmont, jour presence of mind deserves a ccronet ! 
 the victory is yours, and that fire-faced Captain's 
 commission is excellent ! 
 
 Belm. Your Excellency over-rates my duty. 
 
 Aim. To convince you I do not, you shall at- 
 tend me to the Prince, and he shall judge : set your 
 guards on the General, and prepare to attend me to 
 the Palace. 
 
 Belm. They are in attendance, as soon as the 
 Captain downs with the General, I shall have notice. 
 
 Aim. Excellent ! manage as you see circum- 
 stances require, but by no means suffer him to leave 
 the house. 
 
 Belm. Your Excellency, a Serjeant's guard at- 
 tends the General should he prove unquiet. 
 
 Aim. Extremely good ! come, come away to the 
 Prince ! 
 
 This bad ! good ! bad news will finish all ! 
 
 And save the Prince, altho' this Country fall ! 
 
 [Exeunt, 
 
 £ 
 
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 SCENE III. 
 
 Princess's Apartment in the Palace, 
 
 Tfie Prince Regent on a Sofa, sleeping— 
 Attendants. 
 
 Enter Princess Carlota, with Attendants — (she 
 whispers to the Attendants, then comes forward 
 to the Prince,) 
 
 Princess. Heavenly angels, pour jour balmy bles- 
 sings on him ! 
 
 Prince, (awaking, and starting in a dream) 
 O my Carlota, do not flee from me \ 
 
 Princess. Dearest Prince, here I am. 
 
 Prince, (arising.) Ah me! I was dreammg — 
 how is the weather ? 
 
 Princess. O such a heavenly morning ! the un- 
 clouded expanse is pure azure all ! the mountain* 
 seem to glow with double ardour, kissing their won- 
 ted sun ; while every songster of the feathered choir 
 loud strains his music throat to hail the elemental 
 peace ! — O come, my Prince, and catch the fragrance 
 of the teeming orange-grove ! 
 
 Prince. I am happy, dearest Carlota, to see you 
 so pleased ! 
 
 Princess. But how happy should I be, was your 
 dear mind at ease ! that we together might enjoy this 
 sweet day's delight! gay o'er the bounding heath 
 our fleetest steeds to guide ! or midst the forest's 
 brake to level down the plumed game ! or on the 
 Tagus golden stream, while the spread canvas staid 
 zephyrs on their way, to see the silver scaly brood 
 out-leap their bounds for joy I 
 
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 Prince. Those joys we oft have known ! alas, I 
 fear their sweets to us again are far — far off ! 
 
 Enter Attendant. 
 
 Atten. Your Royal Highness., Don Almeida re- 
 quests an audience. 
 
 Prince. Shew him in. (exit Attendant.) At 
 this hour ! ah. Car lota ! this is something more than 
 usual. 
 
 Enter Almeida. 
 
 Aim. Your Royal Highness 's obedient servant — 
 Pardon^ your Highness, this continual disturbing 
 your res^ but such a circumstance has transpired, 
 that an instant is not to be lost. 
 
 Prince. Say on : O my Carlota ! I dread the dis- 
 closure ! 
 
 Aim. Your Highness, Providence, by a mistake 
 of the French General who brought these papers, 
 sent him to my Secretary's office, mistaking Almeida 
 for Aranja ; fortunately, before my servants* ex- 
 plained the blunder, my Secretary interfered, and 
 procured these papers, directed to Aranja. This 
 General, with noisy insolence, demanded to see your 
 Highness, and he has papers for you : my Secretary 
 again shewed his judgment, and offered him refresh- 
 ment ; and I hope in a few minutes to lay before your 
 Highness those papers, without the derogatory in- 
 solence of such a General. — These papers, your High- 
 nesses, I shudder to look upon ! 
 
 [Presents the papers to the Prince — The 
 Prince and Princess retire to the sofa 
 to read the papers. 
 
 Enter an Attendant, who whispers Almeida, and 
 
 then exits. 
 
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 Enter the Bishop of Elvas, and Princes Pedro 
 and Miguel 
 
 [Almeida takes him on one side, and in 
 dumb-show explains the contents of the 
 papers- — Bishop much agitated. 
 
 Prince (comes forward extremely agitated.) O 
 Jesu ! for this thy mercy, this my providential es- 
 cape ! a prostrate penitent, with a bleeding heart, 
 uplifts his grateful thanks ! O Elvas ! Elvas ! thy 
 penetrating fears are realised ! Look on these \ (gives 
 the Bishop papers) I and my family are betrayed ! 
 sold for a sacrifice !--- Good Almeida, summon up 
 thy approved judgment ! Say, what is to be done ? 
 
 Aim. Secure your person and family ! embark on 
 board immediately ; haste to your noble empire of 
 the Brazils ! the in\incible British squadron, with a 
 brave and gallant commander, awaits your orders. 
 
 Princess (comes forward with the two Princes ; 
 they kneel to the Prince.) O my ever dear beloved 
 Prince, thus, with less than one half of our dear 
 little ones, thus I intreat you to haste away, and 
 save us from the murderer's steel ! 
 
 Prince (raising the Princess.) Arise ! arise ! 
 my beloved Carlota ! my dear children ! it shall be 
 so, we will go ! 
 
 Princess. Gracious God be praised ! O my 
 Prince ! [She throws her arms about his neck ; each 
 Prince takes his hand and kisses it. 
 
 Bishop. O all ye host of Heaven, see this ! and 
 chauiit your hymns of joy ! 
 
 Princess. Your Highness, this joy overcomes 
 me ! Come, my dear boys, let us prepare to cross the 
 troubled sea, to taste the calm of peace. 
 
 [ The Princess and Princes, with Bishop, 
 retire to back scene. 
 
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 Muter an Attendant, who presents papers to 
 Almeida, and exits. 
 
 Aim. Your Highness, the papers of the French 
 General. [He presents papers to the Prince: 
 
 Prince^ (opens the packet, reads ; then gives one 
 to Almeida to read.) Look, Almeida, how villain- 
 ously false ! how contrary to the secret agreement be- 
 tween my intended murderers— my most false un- 
 grateful ministers ! 
 
 Aim. Your Highness, remember they came from 
 the Emperor Napoleon ! that they are French ! 
 
 Prince. And this discovery was made by your 
 Secretary ; what, the same that reconnoitred the French 
 troops ? 
 
 Aim,. The same, your Highness ! 
 
 Prince. Of what country is he ? his name ? 
 
 Aim. An Englishman, his name Belmont. 
 
 Prince. Order him to be sent for. 
 
 Aim. Your Highness, he brought these papers, 
 and attends. 
 
 Prince. 'Tis well, introduce him. 
 
 [Prince goes to the Princess and Bishop, 
 shews them the papers— converses. 
 
 Enter Almeida with Belmont. 
 
 Prince (comes forward, Belmont kneels- -Prince 
 presents his hand, Belmont kisses it.) Arise, young 
 man ! I am much pleased with, and much indebted 
 to your loyalty for me ; 'tis the brightest jewel of 
 his crown, and the greatest blessing of your monarch ! 
 to have such subjects ! — I now create you a Captain 
 of my personal guard ! (Prince beckons an Atten- 
 dant, who brings an elegant sword ; the Prince takes 
 it, and presents it to Belmont) and wear this for 
 my sake ! I am sure you will nobly use it in my 
 
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 cause ! If you will accompany me,, hereafter we 
 will shew you more of our intended bounty. 
 
 Princess (comes forward.) Permit me, my dear 
 Prince, to add (pulling a diamond ring from her 
 finger) this memento of future notice! (presents 
 the ring to Belmont) : and, your Highness, now as 
 your officer, permit me claim Senhor Belmont as 
 guard for my children, to see them on board. 
 Prince. Be it so. 
 
 Aim. Your Highness, Belmont is so well versed 
 in embarkation, that better he superintend your par- 
 ticular concerns. 
 
 Prince. Let it be so : Belmont, we rely on you. 
 Belmont, (lowing.) Your Highness, I have no 
 utterance, for I hope in action to express the gra- 
 titude I feel ! 
 
 Princess. Then, Belmont, attend us. Your High- 
 ness, do not remain long away. 
 Prince. Only a few minutes. 
 
 \_Exeunt Princess Carlota, two Princes, 
 Elvas, Belmont, and Attendants. 
 Almeida, let the council be immediately summon- 
 ed ; I will attend it for the last time. 
 
 Aim. Your Highness, follow on your determina- 
 tion, but not as proceeding from these papers. When 
 you embark, Aranja, Anadia, the phalanx of con- 
 spirators, will in compliment attend you ; when on 
 board, keep them there for future trial and punish- 
 ment. — If more and worse than now you know does 
 not follow, my life is the forfeit ! 
 
 Prince. Indeed, I dread it ! therefore act as you 
 deem needful : I will be guided by you. 
 
 Aim. With Belmont's activity, all will quickly 
 be ready for your Highness's embarking. His and 
 my eyes shall be on them all ! 
 
 Prince. Let him proceed ; he seems like Heaven's 
 
 
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 guardian spirit to conduct me ! Tell him, when I 
 land,, he first shall feel our bounty : his noble nature 
 shall have a noble title and estate ! 
 
 From his bright worth I'll study how to know, 
 
 On whom 'tis fit a title to bestow 7 ! 
 
 [ExeimL 
 
 SCENE IV. 
 
 JL Wait ins:' Room at Almeida's. 
 
 "b 
 
 Enter Eugenia in a riding-dress, and Juliana 
 in a Cadet's uniform. 
 
 Jul. (to a servant.) Be careful to let Mr. Bel- 
 mont know we wait to see him. 
 
 Ser. Certainly, sir. [Exit Servant, 
 
 Jul. Well, Eugenia, don't I make a very fine 
 officer ? 
 
 Eug. You astonish me ! you make me dumb with 
 surprise ! how could you know all this ? 
 
 Jul. O very easy ! good spirits, native activity, 
 the love of observation, and an unceasing attention 
 to the strange medley of human beings, has awaken- 
 ed my judgment : practice is only wanting — but you 
 must acknowledge I carry my sword \ery stylishly 
 for the first time. 
 
 Eug. Indeed you do ! I was much afraid you 
 would as stylishly draw it on the poor drivers. 
 
 Jul. Indeed, I should have done it, had it not 
 been for mv ignorance in oaths ; and to draw one's 
 sword without swearing, is so shockingly ungenteel f 
 
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 Bug. I shall be very happy to see you again in 
 petticoats. 
 
 Jul. (yawning.) And I shall be so happy to be 
 in bed with you ! 
 
 Bug. O fie ! what with an officer ? 
 
 Jul. Why, Eugenia, with a commission I shall 
 be glad of the opportunity. 
 
 Bug. On my honour, you'll soon be married or 
 mad! 
 
 Jul. While you are only mad to be married. 
 
 Bug. You certainly are deranged. 
 
 Jul. And you, from a run-away maid,, wish to 
 be changed. 
 
 Bug. What next will you make of me ? 
 
 Jul. A wife,, if Belmont comes, — and then ! 
 
 Bug. O for goodness sake change the subject. 
 
 Jul. No, no ! multiply the subject. 
 
 Enter a Servant. 
 
 Ser. Sir, Mr. Belmont desires your name. 
 
 Jul. Antonio Vasconcellas. — (exit Servant.) 
 (looks round) Dear Eugenia, step into this closet ! 
 now do oblige me. 
 
 Bug. As I owe my liberty to your management, 
 I will do it. [Eugenia enters the closet. 
 
 Enter Belmont, in uniform. 
 
 Belm. Sir, I am sorry you have had to wait, — 
 your desires, sir. 
 
 Jul. S:t, I have a sister, and myself, who wish to 
 follow the Pririce, — I am informed your order is 
 requisite for our embarking; we request it, and af 
 ray father is intimate with Don Almeida, we much 
 wish to go in the same ship. 
 
 Belm. Sir, I shall be happy to oblige you ! that 
 ship will be extremely full,— have you your com- 
 mission ? I will endorse it. 
 
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 Jul. (confused) Confound the commission (aside). 
 Dear sir, extreme hurry has made me neglect it. 
 
 Belm. ('pulling papers fromliis pocket) Then, 
 sir, I cannot accommodate you, (going) excuse my 
 hurry. 
 
 Jul Stay ! stay] sir, I have my commission. 
 [She runs to the closet and brings Eugenia. 
 
 Belm. My God ! what do I see— Eugenia ! O 
 Eugenia 1 [ They embrace. 
 
 Jul. Hold, sir, where is your commission ? (taps 
 his shoulder) What, not a word for Juliana ! 
 
 Belm. Is it possible ! come into my apartment, 
 and you shall have a thousand news — a thousand 
 good fortunes, — and your order to embark shall be 
 myself, — on board direct, and then you are safe. 
 
 Jul. Yes ! but have you a parson on board to 
 marry ? 
 
 Belm. Yes, and a priest to confess too. 
 
 Jul. But, believe me, I will confess to no one 
 but yourself! — and that is, I long to see your brother, 
 and if my humour lasts — to challenge him. 
 
 Belm. In that I can oblige you also, for, heavens 
 be praised, he now is in the British fleet at the 
 mouth of the river, waiting for the Prince ; here is a 
 letter from him. [Shews a letter. 
 
 Jul. (catches the letter) Give it me, (kisses the 
 letter) precious paper ! Belmont, excuse me, we 
 will have no family secrets between us. — (reads) 
 
 Eug. O Belmont, I am so blest, — had you gone 
 without me, I had broke my heart. 
 
 Belm. And had I sailed without you, I had had 
 no heart. 
 
 Jul. Come, haste away ! hearts and darts, I long 
 to embark, and as your brother says, I long to ^et 
 a broadside of him, — haste! haste away ! 
 
 Eug. Mad! mad! for a certainty. [Exeunt. 
 
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 SCENE V. 
 
 Open Street. 
 
 Enter Aran j a and Anadea. 
 
 Aran. All is determined, all lost ! the men and 
 cattle groan beneath the spoils i Hercules himself 
 would bend beneath the diamond load, and the 
 proudest bark that beats the sea would sink beneath 
 the golden stores. 
 
 Ana. Let us appear to join! and wear smooth 
 faces, squeeze out a parting tear, and groan a sepa- 
 rating sigh ! They cannot carry all away, and perhaps 
 yet may be detained 
 
 Aran. Curses on the British fleet, would they 
 had foundered on their way ! — it is them we have to 
 fear. 
 
 Ana. For why ? the forts are full prepared to 
 stop their entrance. 
 
 Aran. Pa! pa! Hell itself could not obstruct 
 them, were its wide mouth to guard the passage. 
 Their damn'd hot-headed Admiral, with his infernal 
 crews., would dare the devil himself! shew them a 
 prize, they will set the world on fire to obtain it. 
 To save a Prince, they would fire heaven and hell ! 
 
 Ana. I see Alorna and Norion ! let us to them, 
 they still may be of use. [Exeunt. 
 
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 SCENE VI. 
 
 Ope?i Street. 
 
 Enter Lobato, in a very gay dress ; a star, and 
 habit on ; a very large cocked hat, gold button 
 and hoop, tassels, 8$c. a very large Portuguezc 
 cockade on the other side of his hat, large white 
 cockades ; with a banner, painted with the royal 
 arms, in one hand, and a guitar : He sticks the 
 banner in the ground, and plays on the guitar, 
 and sings : 
 
 Away we go ! and away we go ! 
 
 To cross the troubled sea ! 
 The learned world, most bright to show ? 
 The way from rogues to flee ! 
 With a pulle haul, 
 And a pulle haul, 
 Heave ho, heave ho, 
 We go, we go, we go ! 
 
 But if no rogue in the ship I find, 
 
 I ne'er shall reach the shore ! 
 for we, poor fools, in steering blind, 
 Of the sea know little more. 
 Then with pulle haul, 
 In a tempest squal, 
 
 To the bottom ho! 
 To the bottom we shall go ! 
 To the bottom we shall go ! 
 
 Enter an Officer 
 
 Officer. Hey day, Senhor Lobato ! what singing 
 when leaving your country ? 
 
 Lobato. Give me your hand, brother ! why what 
 a fool you must be, not to know our family inhabits 
 every quarter of the globe, and every court of the 
 Kings in it. 
 
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 Officer. Good 'Mr. Lobato, then you rank me as 
 a fool. 
 
 Lobato. Yes, and a rank one too ; does not every 
 courtier, think you, rejoice to get his place again ? 
 and could not every fool see the Prince has taken 
 away mine office these three months ? — and now I 
 am reinstated ; therefore, brother fool, I sing- ! 
 
 Officer. Ay, Senhor Lobo ! then you can do a 
 poor person a service. 
 
 Lobato. That I will, I'll give you a commission 
 immediately ; — run ! run ! to the Palace ! there you 
 shall see my liveried man yoking a poor scurvy cur 
 dog to a minnikin chaise, which chaise is freighted 
 with ropes, night- caps, and axes, as rewards for 
 particular hand-shaking friends, — haste away — and 
 haste him on ! for the wind blows honestly. 
 
 Officer. Yes, and who would be fool then ! no, 
 run yourself. 
 
 Lobato. (furiously) Out! out! — monster! — Til- 
 lain ! You would beg a place ! or a pension ! of 
 me ! be ready to do a base villainous action to ob- 
 tain it,— and your honesty disdains a fool's simple 
 service. Out ! out, viper ! the court is full of such 
 Janus-faced scoundrels ! 
 
 [Lobato drives him off with the banner. 
 
 When full-blown knaves at court are priz'd, 
 
 The state soon feels their course, 
 And honest men, with uplift eyes, 
 
 Lament to see their Prince a horse. 
 
 \ He puts the banner-staff between his legs 
 and hobbles off. 
 
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 SCENE VII. AND LAST. 
 
 Embarkation at Belem. — Great number of Car- 
 riages, Porters, Packages, Boatmen and Soldiers, 
 all in a bustle. 
 
 Enter a number of Ladies and Children; Officers, 8$c. 
 of every description; many weeping — • Some of 
 the royal household, with trunks, guarded, pass- 
 ing on to embark— Officers of the Court, Nobles, 
 Ladies, fyc, attending the Prince; all silent — 
 The Prince Regent, Princess Carlota, two 
 Princes, Pedro and Miguel; three other 
 Princesses, carried by Ladies of bed-chamber; 
 also the Spanish Infanta, and the Prince's Mo- 
 ther (the late Queen), supported— follow Almei- 
 da, Aran j a, Anadea, Alorna, Notion, 
 through files of Soldiers-— NO MUSIC— -all 
 serious and solemn. 
 
 Prince, (piously and much agitated; Princess 
 weeping) O Almighty God, although I leave my 
 beloved people, to secure them a country to fly to, 
 do not thou forsake them ! in thy bountiful mercy, 
 O protect and preserve them ! (to the people) My 
 loyal people ! my heart is too full to tell you what I 
 suffer on your account, and this afflicting parting ! 
 All that possibly can, follow me,— I will strive to 
 be your father ! Jesu pour his blessings on you all ! 
 Adieu! adieu! 
 
 \_A solemn silence. — TJie Prince, Family and 
 
 suite, move on, for embarking, to the ship 
 
 seen in the back scene. 
 
EPILOGUE. 
 
 TO BE SFOKEN BY JULIANA,, IN UNIFORM. 
 
 Ladies, I'm come to plead, if not too bold ; 
 
 You know, dear gentlemen, I am no scold : 
 
 My author, poor man, when in his prison pent, 
 
 To write a play his imagination bent. 
 
 'Midst sorrow, tears, and pained misery's groans, 
 
 He fain would shew how true love makes her moans, 
 
 And me a compound of each separate ill, 
 
 Now begs me to enquire your dooming will ! 
 
 But first he bids me plead his prison'd mind, 
 
 And hopes your beauty will to his faults be kind : 
 
 Poor simple man ! to think to please the ton, 
 
 By breeching me from hub and dad to run ; 
 
 To fire your fancies, tickle up a smile, — 
 
 No, 'tis like the road to church, the same old stile. 
 
 Ladies in small-clothes, heaven send us grace, 
 
 We meet as regular as meet a pretty face, 
 
 To hate the hub ! our daddies choose with care, 
 
 Is neither new ! to run away, not rare. 
 
 We, ladies, who the burthen must abide, 
 
 Of course expect our appetite's full tide ; 
 
 Or else, the Lord have mercy on the tool, 
 
 Unlik'd, unlov'd, he's certain crown'd a. fool. 
 
 If any this deny — I will not stay to prove, 
 
 But I am sure they never were in love ; 
 
 Therefore give away, ye pretty prattling beaux, 
 
 I'll draw my sword, and mow ye down by rows : 
 
 Of virtuous love you never knew the feel, 
 
 Like Neptune's gallant sons of flint and steel, 
 
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 XVi whose warm hearts young cupid burns his flame, 
 
 True to the needle, in all climes the same. 
 
 In battle, or in storm, their love they feel, 
 
 And warm'd by beauty, dire destruction deal : 
 
 Then, ladies, give me leave, as learn'd, to say, 
 
 If love and war co-join, you run away, 
 
 More honor'd far to steal a marriage ! 
 
 Than ride with horned spouse in carriage. 
 
 But if the fashion nays, I'll hold my tongue, 
 
 And tell my author to leave off his song ; 
 
 No more, impertinent ! to teach the ladies 
 
 How to flourish — dash ! — and nurse grown babies ; 
 
 From his French prison-house now free, 
 
 To burn his blundering pen, and scribbling flee, 
 
 No more to talk of love! or libertv ! 
 
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