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 UNDER TWO FLAGS. 
 
 A EOMANTIC PLAY. 
 
 JLJST I^OXm -A-CJTiS- 
 
 Draniatizod from Ouida's famous Novel. 
 
 By A. MITCHEL. 
 
 TOGKTHEll WITH 
 
 A Description of tlie Costumes— Cnsft of the ('IiHracters— Eiitnnices 
 
 and Exits— Kelative Posiliona of llie Peiforniers on the 
 
 Stage — and the whole of the Stai^e Bufeiuess. 
 
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 PLAYS and DE WITT'S ETHIOPIAN AND COMIC DRAMAS, containing 
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 Ethiopian and Comic Drama. 
 
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 1 
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 No. M. F. 
 
 141. Absent Minded, Eth. farce 3 1 
 
 7;^. Atricau Box, Eth. burlesque, 2 sc. 5 
 
 107. Africanus Bluebeard, Eth. musical 
 
 burlesque 
 
 113. Ambitiou, Irish farce, 2 scenes 7 
 
 133. Awful Plot (An), Eth. farce 3 
 
 43. Baby Elephant, Eth. sketch, 2 sc. 7 
 
 42. Bad Whiskey, Irish sketch 3 
 
 79. Barney's Courtship, Irish musical 
 interlude 1 
 
 40. Big Mistake, Ethiopian sketch. .. 4 
 155. Black Brigands, musical burlesque 8 
 
 6. Black Chap from Whitechapel, 
 Ethiopian farce 4 
 
 10. Black Chemist, Ethiopian sketch.. 3 
 
 11. Black-Ey'dWilliam,Eth.sketch,2sc. 4 
 146. Black Forrest (The). Eth. farce. .. 2 
 
 110. Black Magician, Eth. comicality.. 4 
 
 126. Black Statue (The), Eth. farce. ... 4 
 
 127. Blinks and Jinks, Eth. sketch 3 
 
 128. Baboliuo, the Black Bandit, Eth. 
 
 musical farce 2 
 
 120. Body Snatchers (The), Eth. sketch 
 
 2 scenes 4 
 
 78. Bogus Indian, sketch, 4 scenes 5 
 
 89. Bogus Talking Machine, Eth. farce 4 
 24. Bruised and Cured, Eth. Sketoli.. 2 
 
 108. Charge of the Hash Brigade, comic 
 Irish musical sketch 2 
 
 148. Christmas Eve in the South, Eth. 
 
 farce 6 
 
 35. Coal Heaver's Revenge, Eth sketch 6 
 112. Coming Man, Eth. sketch. 2 scenes 3 
 
 41. Cremation, Eth. sketch, 2 scenes. . 8 
 
 144. Crowded Hotel (The), sketch 4 
 
 140. Cupid's Frolics, sketch 5 
 
 12. Daguerreotypes, Eth. sketch 3 
 
 63. Damon and Pythias, Eth. burlesque 
 
 2 scenes 5 
 
 63. Darkey's Stratagem, Eth. sketch.. 3 
 131. Darkey Sleep Walker. Eth. sketch. 3 
 124. Deaf as a Post, Eth. sketch 2 
 
 111. Deeds of Darkness, Eth. extrava- 
 
 ganza 6 
 
 139. Desperate Situation, farce 6 
 
 159. Dodging the Police, farce 6 
 
 157. Don't Get Weary, musical sketch. 1 
 50. Draft (The), Eth. sketch, 2 scenes. 6 
 
 64. Dutchman's Ghost (The), sketch.. 4 
 
 95. Dutch Justice. Dutch sketch 11 
 
 67. Editor's Troubles, farce 6 
 
 4. Eh? What is it? Eth. sketch 4 
 
 136. Election Day, Eth. farce, 2 scenes. 6 
 98. Elopement (The), farce, 3 scenes.. 4 
 
 52. Excise Trials, Eth. sketch 10 
 
 25 Fellow that Looks like Me, inter- 
 lude 2 
 
 N"o. M 
 
 88. First Night, Dutch farce 
 
 51. Fisherman's Luck, Eth. sketch... 2 
 
 152. Fun in a Cooper's Shop, Eth.sketch G 
 
 106. Gambrinus, King of Lager Beer, 
 Eth. burlesque, 2 scenes 8 
 
 157. Gentlemen Coon's Parade, Eth. 
 
 musical sketch 3 
 
 83. German Emigrant, Dutch sketch.. 2 
 77. Getting Square on the Call Boy, 
 
 Eth. sketch 3 
 
 17. Ghost (The), Eth. sketch 2 
 
 58. Ghost in a Pawn Shop, Eth. sketch 4 
 31. Glycerine Oil, Eth. sketch, 2 sc... 3 
 20. Going for the Cup, Eth interlude. 4 
 82. Good Night's Rest, sketch 3 
 
 130. Go and Get Tight. Eth. farce 6 
 
 86. Gripsack (The), sketch 3 
 
 70. Guide to the Stage, Eth. sketch. .. 3 
 61. Happy Couple, farce 2 
 
 142. Happy Uncle Rufus, Eth. musical 
 
 sketch 1 
 
 23. Hard Times, Eth. extravaganza... 6 
 118. Helen's Funny Babies, Eth. bur- 
 lesque 6 
 
 3. Hemmed In, Eth. sketch 3 
 
 48. High Jack, the Heeler, Eth. sketch 6 
 
 08. Hippotheatron, sketch 9 
 
 150. How to Pay the Rent, farce 6 
 
 71. In and Out, sketch 2 
 
 M.F. 
 
 4 jf 
 
 123. Intelligence Office, Eth. sketch 
 
 33. Jealous Husband. Eth. sketch 2 
 
 94. Julius the Snoozer, Eth. burlesque 
 
 3 .scenes 6 
 
 103. Katrina's Little Game, Dutch act.. 1 
 1. Last of the Mohicans, Eth. sketch. 3 
 
 30. Laughing Gas, Eth. sketch 6 
 
 101. Limekiln Club in an Uproar (The), 
 Eth. farce >j 
 
 18. Live lujuu. Eth. sketch, 4 scenes. 4 
 
 60. Lost Will (The), Eth. sketch 4 
 
 37. Lucky Job, farce, 2 scenes 3 
 
 90. Limatic (The), Eth. farce 3 
 
 109. Making a Hit, Eth. farce, 2 scenes. 4 
 
 19. Malicious Trespass, Eth. sketch... 3 
 
 149. 'Meriky, Eth. larce. . . 3 
 
 1.51. Micky Free. Irish sketch 5 
 
 96. Midnight Intruder, farce 6 
 
 147. Milliner's Shop, Eth sketch 2 
 
 129. Moko Marionettes, Eth. eccentri- 
 city, 2 scenes 4 
 
 101. Molly Moriarty, Irish musical 
 
 sketch 
 
 117. Motor Bellows, farce 4 
 
 158. Mr. Mikado, musical burlesque... 6 
 
 44. Musical Servant, Eth. sketch 3 
 
 8. Mutton Trial, Eth. sketch, 2 sc... 4 
 1 ' 119. My Wife's Visitors, farce 6 
 
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JS^ SPECIAL NOTICE.— All Rights Reserved.— This play is duly protected by 
 copyright. Managers and actors wishing to produce it must obtain the consent of 
 the publishers. It may, however, be produced by amateurs without permission. 
 
 UNDER TWO FLAGS. 
 
 A ROMANTIC PLAY, 
 
 IN F OUR ACTS. 
 
 DRAMATIZED FROM OUIDA'S FAMOUS NOVEL 
 
 By a. MITCHELL. 
 
 TOGETHER WITH 
 
 A. DESCRIPTION OF THE COSTUMES —CAST OP THE CHARACTERS— EN- 
 TRANCES AND EXITS — RELATIVE POSITIONS OF THE PERFORM- 
 ERS ON THE STAGE, AND THE WHOLE OP THE STAGE 
 BUSINESS. 
 
 NEW YORK : 
 
 THE DE WITT PUBLISHING HOUSE, 
 
 No. 33 Rose Street. 
 Copyright, 1893, by R. H. Russell & Son. 
 
 ; 
 
UNDER TWO FLAGS 
 
 CHARACTERS. 
 
 Bkrtie Cecil, of the First Life Guards; afterwards known as Louis Victor. 
 
 Bekkeley Cecil, his brother. . .. 
 
 Lord Rockingham, kuowu as The Seraph. 
 
 Rake, au Irish kuight of the pigskia. 
 
 Colonel Chateauroy, called the Black Hawk. 
 
 Ben Davis, a Welcher. 
 
 Baroni, a Jewish money lender. 
 
 Captain Leroux, \ 
 
 Petit Picpon, v of the Chasseurs. 
 
 Pierre Matou, j 
 
 Cigarette, the Friend of the Flag. 
 
 Venetia, Lord Rockingham's sister; afterwards Princess Corona. 
 
 Lady Guenevere. 
 
 NoKA McShane, Venetians maid. 
 
 Djelma, An Arab girl. 
 
 Troopers of the Chasseurs, etc. 
 
 PR4-SZ7 
 
 SCENE PLOT. 
 ACT I.— Platform across stage inSrd. grooves. Landscape in 4tli 
 
 Platform. 
 
 Balustrade., 
 
 Balustrade. 
 
 Chair, 
 
 Steps. 
 
 Garden bench. 
 
 Chair. 
 
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 lu 
 * ACT II. 
 
 Ancient street flat. 
 Guns stacked. 
 
 Entrance. 
 
 Prison flat in 3 
 
 O Table. 
 
 Door. 
 
 Table. O 
 Chair.* * Chair. 
 
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 ACT III.— Fancy Drawing-room scene in 3rd grooves. 
 
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 Small table. Small table. 
 Door. Door. 
 
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 Table and chairs. 
 
 o Footstool. 
 
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 ACT IV. 
 Dark wood. 
 
 "Wood wings. 
 
 Set prison l. 2 e. 
 
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 TIME IN PLAYING— TWO AND A QUARTER HOURS. 
 
 COSTUMES. 
 
 Bertie Cecil.— Act I., Jockey suit, colors scarlet and white. Acts II., III., and 
 IV., French corporal's uniform. 
 
 Berkeley Cecil. Act I., Light checkered trousers, light coat. Act III., Full 
 
 dress suit. 
 
 Lord Rockingham.— Act I., English riding suit. Act IV., Dark travelling suit. 
 
 RAKK.--Act I., Dark livery. Acts II., HI., and IV., French uniform. 
 
 Colonel Chateauroy.— French colonel's uniform throughoi^t. 
 
 Ben Davis.— Act I., White trousers, boot tops, black coat, white hat with black band. 
 
 Baroni.— Jewish costume and make up. 
 
 Captain L'eroux.— French captain's uniform. 
 
 PicPON — French uniform. 
 
 Pierre Matou. — French uniform. 
 
 Cigarette.— Vivandier's dress, short, tri-color, all through piece; wears cross of 
 Legion of Honor after second act. 
 
 Venetia Corona.— Act I., Light summer dress. Act II., Silver-gray train riding 
 habit: hat, gloves, and whip. Act III., Handsome train house dress. Act 
 IV., Rich dark train dress; lace for head, small handbag. 
 
 Lady Guenevere.— Act I.. Stylish summer costume; parasol, gloves, and handker- 
 chief; ribbon to match Bertie's jockey suit, scarlet and white. 
 
 Nora McShane.— Neat waiting maid's dress; cap, etc. 
 
 Djelma.— Fancy Arab costume. 
 
UNDER TWO FLAGS. 
 
 PROPERTIES. 
 
 Act I.— Garden bench, two rustic chairs, tray and glass of brandy, steel bar for 
 bell, coat, whip and cigarettes for Bertie; check, small note-book and pencil for 
 Berkeley; pair of boots and letter for Bake; purse and money for Venetia; check 
 for Baroni and Rockingham. 
 
 Act II. — Two common tables, six tin cups, box of chessmen, and pitcher of tea 
 on table; lot of letters, packages and documents forCiGARETE; cigarettes for Vic- 
 tor; sword for Chateauroy; rose for Venetia; newspaper for Rake; coins for 
 Chateauroy. 
 
 Act III.— C. D. curtains; fancy furniture; pen, ink, paper, lighted lamp, books, 
 chessmen on table; document for Chateauroy. 
 
 Act IV. — Five guns, two sure fire; note-book and pencil for Venetia; document 
 for Cigarette. 
 
 SYNOPSIS OF EVENTS. 
 
 Act I.— England— Down on the Shires— The great race — The forged note— A 
 steeplechase for life. 
 
 Act II. — Algiei's — After twelve years — Arrival of Cigarette with papers — A Soldier 
 of France — Capture of the Arab chiefs wife — Dispatches from Algiers. 
 
 Act III.— Evening at the Nest of the Silver Pheasant— The Little Leopard of 
 France-" I could kill you, and I will ! "—The blow—" You lie, and you know yon 
 lie ! " 
 
 Act IV. — An interval of two days — Tbe camp in the desert an hour before sun- 
 rise — To the Grand Marshal— Lady Veuetia's appeal to Black Hawk — The meeting 
 of Rockingham and Victor— " I am ready; give your signal ! "—Timely arrival of 
 Cigarette— " France ! France ! "—Death of Cigarette. 
 
 STAGE DIRECTIONS. 
 
 R. means Right of Stage, facing the Audience; L. Left; C. Centre; R. C. Right of 
 Centre; L. C. Left of Centre; D. F. Door in the Flat, or Scene running across the 
 back of the Stage; C. D. F. Centre Door in the Flat; R. D. F. Right Door in the 
 Flat; L. D. F. Left Door in the Flat; R. D. Right Door; L. D. Left Door; 1 E. First 
 Entrance; 2 E. Second Entrance; U.E. Upper Entrance; 1, 2 or 3 G. First, Second 
 or Third Groove. 
 
 R. R. C. C. L. C. L. 
 
 jjSi=- The reader is supposed to be upon the stage, facing the audience. i 
 
UNDER TWO FLAGS, 
 
 ACT I. 
 
 SCENE. — Landscape in Uh grooves; j)latform in Zrd ; balustrade Zrd; 
 wood wings ; set cottage l. 2 e. ; steps c. ; garden bench r. 1 e. ; 
 chair l. 1 e. ; chair up r. c. 
 
 At rise of curtain Rake enters, c, singing, with a pair of boots in his 
 
 hand. 
 
 Rake {sings). 
 
 "' There was plenty of gold and of silver 
 From the Isle of Connaught to Tralee, 
 And the diamonds all turned to potaties, 
 And the divil an acre have we." 
 
 Begorra ! It's mighty particular the master is about his boots until 
 he puts his foot in them, then it's divil a care, and they come back look- 
 ing like a bog-trotting carbeen. But he's a rale gintleman, as proud as 
 Julius Caesar^ and as kind as the blessed Virgin; and such a rider; sure 
 there's never a bit of water so wide or a bush so high but he's over it 
 like a lark. 
 
 Enter Lord Rockingham, r. u. e. 
 
 Rockingham. Where is your master? 
 
 Rake. Dressing himself, yer honor. 
 
 Rock. Dressing ! {looks at watch) Why, it lacks but fifteen minutes of 
 starting time. 
 
 Rake. Yes, and mesilf made so bold as to tell him so, and he finished 
 his cup of coflee, and says he, " If I'm not ready they can wait." 
 
 Rock. Confound his indifference ! I wonder if he realizes that he car- 
 ries all the Guards' money. I haven't hedged a shilling I stand to win 
 on Cecil and the King. Think he'll win ? 
 
 Rake. Win is it ? Sure the horse that beats Forest King will have to 
 have wings. There's some good ones in the race though, and it will be 
 hard work for the leader; but the King— St. Patrick preserve him— 
 he'll not fail yer, yer honor, (qonr/ rinr/s.) 
 
 Voice {outside). Take the field', bar 'one ! 
 
 Ruck. They're getting ready for the start ! For Heaven's sake go 
 tell your master to hurry! [Exit Rake into house, l. 
 
 Enter Berkeley, r. u. e. 
 
 Berkeley. Ah, Rockingham ! Bertie out yet ? 
 Rock. No; dressing, as usual. 
 
6 tJNiJER TWO FLAGtS. 
 
 Berk. I've just had a look at Forest King; he'll stay. 
 
 Rock. Of course he will, with all our pots uu him. He's too much of 
 a gentleman to put us all up a tree; besides, that horse knows he car- 
 ries the honor of the whole regiment. 
 
 Berk. There are some good horses entered. Day Star is a splendid 
 fencer, and for a brook jumper Wild Geranium can't be beaten. The 
 worst of it is, Bertie is in no condition for hard riding. 
 
 Rock. Fact— hasn't trained a bit; he doesn't believe in it; and how 
 a man who spends his time drinking champagne and dancing is going 
 to be in hard riding trim, beats me. 
 
 Enter Lady Guenevere, from house. 
 
 Lady Guenevere. Ah, gentlemen, is it nearly time for the start ? 
 
 Rock. Yes; the saddling bell has already rung, but Bertie isn't out 
 yet. 
 
 Lady G. Oh yes he is; I saw him five minutes ago. I have six boxes 
 of gloves bet on him; and see, I wear his colors, {shows colors.) 
 
 Rock. Then there'll be no doubt of his winning, for Bertie Cecil never 
 disappoints a lady, {gong) Shall we go to the grand stand ? 
 
 Lady G. No; the crowd is too great for me; and besides we have a 
 tine view of the course from here. {gon<j) Rockingham heips Lady G. on 
 chair.) 
 
 Voice {outside). Take the field ! Bar one ! {shouts repeatedly.) 
 
 Enter Rake, from house. 
 
 Second Voice. Two to one on Forest King ! {shouts.) 
 
 First Voice. Ten to live on Wild Geranium ! {shouts.) 
 
 Second Voice. Take the field ! Bar one ! {shouts.) 
 
 Rock. See, the flag is dropped; they're oti ! {shouts.) 
 
 Berk. Bertie has the start. No, the Irish mare passes him like light- 
 ning ! {shouts.) ^ , . , , . 
 
 Rock. Wild Geranium is neck and neck with him— now they come to 
 the first fence ! They're over ! {shouts.) 
 
 Berk. That chestnut is not to be beaten. See, she passes the King. 
 
 Lady G. He'll win ! He'll win ! I know he will ! 
 
 Berk. The chestnut is even with him. {shouts) Ye gods ! Bertie is 
 riding cautiously. What's up ? 
 
 Lady G. Quick, Bertie ! they're gaining on you ! 
 
 Rock. Two-thirds of the course is run . Now comes a yawner ! Forest 
 King is over like a bird ! {shouts.) 
 
 Bekk. The chestnut is over with him ! {shouts) Wild Geranium's in 
 the brook ! {loud laughing by voices outside.) 
 
 First Voice. The King wins ! 
 
 Second Voice. Scarlet and white ahead ! 
 
 First Voice. Ten to five on the chestnut, {continued shouts outside.) 
 
 Rock. Bertie has it ! 
 
 Berk Not vet. 
 
 Voices (outside). The Guards ! The Guards have it! 
 
 Rock. Now for the last fence. The chestnut is even with him ? Now, 
 Bertie, now ! Now one touch of your spurs. There, he's over ! {shouts 
 out.'iide) The chestnut won't jump ! 
 
 Voices (outside). The Guards ! The Guards! 
 
 Rake. By the cats of Kilkenny ! St. Patrick himself couldn't have 
 done it better. [ExH into house, l. 
 
tJNDER TWO FLAGS. 7 
 
 Bock. Yes, he's alone at the finish; he has passed the wire, and here 
 he comes ! {helps Lady G. from chair ; she sits r. o)i bench.) 
 
 Entei' Bertie Cecil, l. u. e., amid shouts from outside. Rockingham 
 assists him with coat. 
 
 Bertie Cecil. I'd give the world for a brandy and soda, I'm so deuced 
 thirsty. 
 
 Rock, {helping Bertie to put on coat). Well, upon my word ! One 
 would think by your indifference that you had lost instead of won. 
 
 Bert. Well, they did give me a close rub, and the vase was his as 
 much as mine, for had his horse been as good fencer as he is a water 
 jumper, we should have been neck and neck at the finish. 
 
 Rock.. Well, you did it handsomely; you sustained the honor of the 
 regiment, and I congratulate you. [shakes hands.) 
 
 Exit Rockingham into house. Enter Rake, (cith tray and brandy and 
 soda. Bertie drinks. Exit Rake, with tray and glass, into 
 house. 
 
 Lady G. Superbly ridden. But, Bertie, you would have lost had 
 it not been for that last leap. 
 
 Bert. If I could not have been victorious while you looked on I 
 should never have lived to meet you here. 
 
 Lady G. {laughing). Now you are getting sentimental— that amuses 
 me. Tell me, Bertie, is it so very delightful, this desperate eflbrt to 
 break your neck ? 
 
 Bert. Well, there is a great deal to be said for it; and until one has 
 broken his neck the excitement does not entirely wear ofl". But so 
 many people break their necks nowadays, doing the Alps and all that 
 sort of thing, that I fear we shall soon have nothing left to ourselves. 
 
 Lady G. {laughing). Not even the monopoly of sporting suicide. 
 That is hard! 
 
 Bert. But suppose that I had really broken my neck, would you 
 have cared ? 
 
 Lady G. Cared ? Why, Bertie ! 
 
 Bert. You know that the Jews are down on me. That I'm head 
 over heels in debt. Now, suppose that I had come to grief— dropped 
 out of the world altogether. 
 
 Lady G. It would have broken my heart. 
 
 Bert. I didn't know that you had a heart to break. 
 
 Lady G. I remember not long ago the body of a young man was 
 found in the Seine, and in his hand he held a lock of golden hair— now 
 that man knew how to die gracefully. 
 
 Bert. Died for a woman? Ah! Well, I don't think I should have 
 done that— not even for you— at least not while I had a cigarette left. 
 {lights cigarette.) 
 
 Lady G. No; there is not enough romance in your nature. But I 
 can recall that night when the horses ran away, and you risked your 
 life to save mine. 
 
 Bert. That was a ticklish situation, wasn't it? The horses had been 
 used to following the buck hounds, and when the stags started up in 
 front of them there was no holding them back. 
 
 Lady G. Yes, and should my husband hear of that ride, even now— I 
 tremble to think of the consequences. 
 
 Bert. Rest assured. I give you my word he shall never know that 
 you were with me on that evening. 
 
8 tNDER TWO i*LA6S. 
 
 Lady G. I know that you will keep your word; and we must remem- 
 ber that there are four hours in holh our lives that must be hidden 
 from this world forever, {during i/n-s speech she rises, Bertie takes her 
 hawl, and as she gels lo house, ktsses il.) [Kvit uilo house. 
 
 Bert. Now, there's the advantage of making love to a woman who 
 has a husband— she can't marry you. 
 
 Enter Rake, r 3. e. 
 
 Well, Rake, how does the King stand the strain? 
 
 Rake. Bright as a bird and as frisky as the girls of Kerry. 
 
 Bert. Go to my room; there you will find some bracelets on a table, 
 with a note; deliver them to the address. (Rake starts to go) Stay! On 
 your way back get some Banbury bits; we'll want new ones. 
 
 Rake. Aye, aye, sir. {aside) Sure, it's an ambassador I am, with more 
 jierfumed notes and jewelries, and the divil know what, since the days 
 of Brian Boroimhe. [Kvit into house. 
 
 Enter Berkeley, r. u. e. 
 
 Bert. Ah ! youngster, how are you ? 
 
 Berk. Beastly ! 1 say, Bert, are you in a hurry ? 
 
 Bert. Yes, a deuce of a hurry; why ? 
 
 Berk. I'm in a hole— no end of a hole. 
 
 Bert. Nothing serious, I hope ? 
 
 Berk. I want some money. 
 
 Bert. So do I; it's the normal condition of man to want money. 
 For what? 
 
 Berk. I lost a couple of hundred at chicken-hazard last night, and I 
 told Poulteney I would settle to-day, but I have no idea where I am 
 going to get the money, unless you let me have it. 
 
 Bert. I? Wliy I'm in no end of a hole myself. But there, there, 
 don't worry about it; do as I do — take disagreeable things up in the 
 morning with your coflee, and put them down with it. 
 
 Berk. Ah! It's well enough to talk that way, but I tell you unless I 
 pay to-day I'm ruined. 
 
 Bert. Ruined! See here, youngster, you'll bring disgrace on all of 
 us some day. 
 
 Berk. How brutal you are, Bertie; are you such a mirror of virtue 
 yourself ? I suppose my debts at the worst are about one-tifth of yours. 
 
 Bert. I'm not a good one for you to copy; I don't think I ever told 
 you I was — however, that is not the point. You want £200. Go to 
 "the governor, tell him all ; he'll not refuse you; you were always his 
 favorite. 
 
 Berk. I'd rather shoot myself than ask him for money. He's in 
 trouble about the mortgage; the holder threatens to foreclose. 
 
 Bert. Foreclose! Is it possible ? 
 
 Berk. Yes; I'd ratlier cut my throat than ask him for money now. 
 
 Bert. See here, youngster, if I had the money it should be yours, but 
 I'm in no end of trouble myself; my own debts may be called in at any 
 moment, and when they are I must cut, run. leave the country. I have 
 really less that I can call my own than the man who tends my horses, 
 but i am lieavily backed for the next race, and if I win I will let you 
 have some money. 
 
 Berk. Bert, there is one way you could help me now, if you would. 
 
 Bert. I really don't see how. 
 
 Berk. I am iiot of age, and of course my signature is of no use. 
 
tNDER TWO fLAGS. 9 
 
 Now J'OU are such chums with Rockingham, and he's as rich as all the 
 Jews put together. He'd let you have the money in a minute; now 
 won't you ? 
 
 Bert. What you ask is impossible. If I did such a thing as that 1 
 should deserve to be hounded out of the Guards to-morrow. 
 
 Berk. You speak as though it would be a crime. 
 
 Bert. It would be a trick of a swindler, and it would be the shame 
 or a gentleman. That is answer enough. 
 
 Berk. Then you will not do it ? 
 
 Bert, (crosses to house). I have replied already. Although our 
 father is a peer of England, we are none the less penniless beggars. 
 What right have we to borrow of our friends ? 
 
 [Exit into house. {Plaintive music.) 
 
 Berk, {looks after him). What is to be done? I was sure he would 
 let me have the money. The note is due to-day. I dare not ask the 
 governor for it, and 1 have not the courage to face the consequences. 
 Nothing remains for me but to leave this place forever, {takes out note 
 hook, crosses to bench and writes) "Bert, I asked you for money; it 
 was not to pay a gambling debt. I forged your name and Rocking- 
 ham's to a note that is due to-day. I thought you would let me have 
 the money; but now nothing remains for me but to cut and run, as I 
 dare not face the governor. Yours, etc., Berkeley." (folds note) I will 
 hand this to Rake. [Exit, r. 1 e. 
 
 Enter Davis, l. 3 E., looking around cautiously , beckons on Baroni. 
 Slow music. 
 
 Davis. There ! That's done, and if that horse wins again with a 
 painted bit I'm a Dutchman. 
 
 Baroni. Vat a child you vas. Y'ou make so much noise the whole 
 house vill hear you. 
 
 Day. That cursed swell ; I've paid him ofl' at last. 
 • Bar. Vat a child you vas to spoil so good a horse just because his 
 master kicked you into the ditch. 
 
 Dav. It was a bad day for him when he did it, curse him ! Those 
 stuck-up swells, they won't give in— not even when they are mortal 
 hit. 
 
 Bar. Veil, vat's the difference, so long as you have hit 'em and you 
 pocket the monish. 
 
 Dav. Oh, hang the blunt; it's revenge I want. Now see here, my 
 pigeon, you putlhat swell to the grindstone for the second act of our 
 comedy. 
 
 Bar. Comedy— comedy: it's more like a tragedy. Just you wait 
 I until after the next race, and don't you put your big paw in it, or you'll 
 spoil the pudding. 
 
 Dav. You know as well as I do that I can't show in the game; oh, 
 but bless me, I'd like to. 
 
 Bar. Say, what if Rockingham should pay up to save his friend ? 
 
 Dav. What ! without wringing my dainty bird's neck? No, not for all 
 the money of the Rothschilds. But when'l see him smashed, crushed, 
 ruined, then I'll have my revenge. 
 
 Bar. Oh, vat a child you vas, {aside) und vat a damn fool, (aloud) 
 Veil, you take the revenge and I'll take the monish, my dear. 
 
 Enter Rake, l. u. e., sees Baroni a7ul Davis. 
 Rake. Hello ! By the soul of Sally Callahan, if there ain't as purty a 
 
10 mty^u i?wb ftka^. 
 
 pair of clivils as iver put foot to ground, {aloud) Hello ! what are you 
 up to here ? 
 
 Bar. Nothing; we — we were just taking a walk in the park. 
 
 RA.KE. Taking a walk; and are you sure it's nothing else you're tak- 
 ing ? But who's your mate over there wid a face on him like the day 
 after Donnybrook fair ? 
 
 Bar. He's a cousin o' mine outo' Yorkshire. 
 
 Dav. Yes, I be his cousin out of Yorkshire, just come down to see 
 the races, (spoken in Yorkshire dialect. ) 
 
 Rake. Well, you look more like yer come to yer own funeral; sure, 
 if it's wanting a race yes are, I'll give yer one with the dogs, {w/ustles 
 offR.) 
 
 Dav. (starts for Rake, is stopped by Baroni). What, you infernal 
 Irishman; you set the dogs on me? 
 
 Rake. Sure, I don't think they'd hurt you; that face of yours would 
 scare the whole pack of them. 
 
 Dav, {starts for Rake; Baroxi stops him). You infernal hostler, I'll 
 wring your neck ! 
 
 Bar. {aside to DAvrs). Vat a child you vas. Don't got so excited. 
 Come, we'll settle with him after the master. {Exit, l. u. e. 
 
 Dav. {looks jiercelu at Rake). 1 11 see you again, and when I do I'll 
 kick that Irish head of yours into a cocked hat. [Exit, l. u. e. 
 
 Rake. Maybe you'd better take the measure of me head now, so it 
 will be sure and tit. Faith, with two dirty blackguards like that to- 
 gether there's dirty work to be done somewhere, and, by the same 
 token, I've seen that Yorkshire lad before. By the rock of'Cashel, if it 
 ain't the same welcher that Mr. Cecil threw out of the betting ring. 
 Bedad, I'll keep me eyes on them, and if there's anything wrong I'll 
 give them a taste of as elegant a piece of blackthorn as ever cracked a 
 head at Donnybrook. {Irish specialty — so)ig and dance.) [Exit, r. 1 e. 
 
 Enter Bertie and Rockingham /ro?^ house. Bertie sits r. ; Rocking- 
 ham L. 
 
 Rock. Lady Guenevere is certainly a very charming woman. I 
 would give a great deal if she thought as much of me as she does of you. 
 
 Bert. She is a very charming woman; but, do you know, she loves 
 nothing in this world as much as her family diamonds. 
 
 Rock, {laughs). Confound you. You require too much sentiment. 
 
 Bert, (lighting cigarette). Seraph, I've been thinking 
 
 Rock, (laughing). You don't mean it. Never let it be known, or 
 you'll lose your reputation. 
 
 Bert. I've been thinking what a fellow might do if he came to 
 grief— dropped out of the world altogether. Do you know, I think 
 there are vast fields open. 
 
 Rock. Gold fields ? 
 
 Bert. No, no; I mean a field for— what d'ye call it— genius— that's 
 the word. 
 
 Rock. Nonsense. You'd better be thinking of the next race. Are 
 you sure of yourself ? 
 
 Bert. I am never sure of anything, much less myself. 
 
 Rock. Then what the deuce do "you mean by telling us to pile our 
 pots on you ? 
 
 Bert. My friend, I may disappoint you, but Forest King never will. 
 
 Enter Rake, quickly^ ». u. E. 
 
tJNDER TWO FLAGS. ll 
 
 Rake. Mr. Cecil, there is something the matter with the King. (Ber- 
 tie and Rockingham both rise and exclaim The King!) 
 
 S^Kcit RoCKINGHA^r, R. U. E. 
 
 Rake. It's as true as I'm me father's son, the elegant beast is all 
 aheap in his stall. 
 Bert. Some one must have doctored him. 
 Rake. Doctored or poisoned; it's all the same thing. 
 
 Enter Lady GuENEVERE/rom house. 
 
 Lady G. Why, how serious you look, Bertie. What has happened ? 
 
 Bert. Something is the matter with the King, {to Rake) Go get a 
 veterinary at once, {exit Rake, r. u. e. Aside) There goes the last 
 plank that stood between me and ruin. 
 
 Enter Rockingham, r. u. e. 
 
 Rock. Yes, it is too true; the King is completely knocked off his 
 legs. Some one must have doctored him. Only let me find the villain. 
 
 Bert. When you do, leave him to me. My lady, I trust you will ex- 
 cuse me. [Exit, R. u. E. 
 
 Lady G. {to Rockingham). Is it true; will he not be tit for the race? 
 
 Rock. No, I fear Forest King has run his last race. 
 
 Lady G. It is too bad. Bertie depended greatly on this race, and 
 the Guards will lose heavily too. 
 
 Rock. Yes, they will be hard hit, not so much on account of the 
 money, but the fame of the regiment rested on this race. 
 
 Lady G. t feel so sorry for^Bertie, and the tield will be without a 
 favorite, {exit into /touse. Lights turned down. Rockingham starts 
 to follow. ) 
 
 Enter Baroni, r. u. e., who stops him. 
 
 Bar. The most noble, the Marquis of Rockingham, I think ? 
 
 Rock. Yes; what do you want ? 
 
 Bar. I want to ask your lordship is that j'our signature? {shoics 
 forged note.) 
 
 Rock, {looking at it). No, I never made my R's half so well as that. 
 {turns to go.) 
 
 Bar. One moment, if you please ; I want to ask you one more ques- 
 tion. Did you endorse a bill on the fifteenth of the mouth ? • 
 
 Rock. The fifteenth ? No ; why do you ask ? 
 
 Bar. I will tell your lordship if you will grant me a private interview. 
 
 Rock. Well, step into the house, {exit Baroni in house). That little 
 piece of paper looked very strange. I wish I had admitted the signa- 
 ture. Some poor devil will be getting into a scrape, {follows Baroni.) 
 
 Enter Bertie, r. 3 e. 
 
 Bert. Poor King! To break up like a hack out of a livery stable. 
 It seemed to me he almost knew my trouble from the way he looked at 
 me. {bell) Five o'clock. In three hours I am expected at a ball, where 
 all will be bright and happy; and in three hours I will perhaps be an 
 alien. 
 
 Enter Rake, r. 3 e. 
 
 Rake. Mr. Cecil, the doctor is with the King. I met Mr. Berkeley 
 
12 tKDER TWO FLAGS. 
 
 as I was coming back, and he gave me this letter to give to you, 
 sor. {hands letter.) 
 
 Bert, {sits i..). "Very well. See that everything possible is done for 
 the King, and don't leave the stable, {exit Rake, r. u. e.) How gladly 
 would 1 exchange places with that fellow. Better be one of them than 
 trained for the great race, entered with cracks and weighted with the 
 chains of poverty. 
 
 Enter Venetia, l. 1 E. 
 
 Ah, little one, where are all your playmates ? {plaintive music.) 
 
 Vexetia {kneeling at Ins side). Oh, I don't care for children. Mr. 
 Cecil, they say that you have lost all your money. Is it true ? 
 
 Beri'. Do they ? They are not far wrong then. But who are 
 "they," little one? 
 
 Ven. Why, everybody ; and they say you are ruined. Is that true, 
 too? 
 
 Bert. I am afraid it is. But what do you know of these things; and 
 how did you find me here ? 
 
 Vex. Now please don't be angry. I came because I heard you had 
 lost all your money, and I want you to take mine, {shows purse.) 
 
 Bert, {drawing her to hwi). How some man will love you some 
 day. I thank you from my heart. 
 
 Vex. {empties coins m his hand). See ! it's all bright gOid, and if it 
 is not enough my brother Rock will give you more, (gives purse anCi, 
 all to him.) 
 
 Bert. God bless you, my little friend, {kisses her forehead.) 
 
 Vex. Then you will take it ? 
 
 Bert. No, no, I cannot take your money, my child, {giving it back] 
 but I love you none the less because I refuse it. 
 
 Vex. Then j'ou will take nothing ? (rises.) 
 
 Bert, {rising, drops lettei-). I will take this little purse if you will 
 give it to me, and keep it in memory of you. May I ? 
 
 Ven. Yes. Oh see, Mr. Cecil, you have dropped something, (picks 
 tip letter and hands it to him.) 
 
 Bert. You will allow me ? (0^9015 «»(? ?'ertds- letter) "Bert, I asked 
 you for money. It was not to pay a gambling debt. I forged your 
 name and Rockingham's to a note that is due to-day. I thought you 
 would let me have the money ; but now nothing remains for me but to 
 cut and run, as I dare not face the governor. Yours, etc., Berkeley." 
 Shameful ! Shameful ! 
 
 Vex. What is it ? Anything worse ? 
 
 Bert. There could be nothing worse. It's the vilest, blackest shame. 
 There, there, run into the house, and tell no living creature what I 
 have told you. {takes her toward house.) 
 
 Vex. I would rather stay with you. 
 
 Bert. No, go dear; you would please me better by going. You will 
 tell no one ? I can trust you ? 
 
 Vex. Yes, Mr. Cecil, j^ou can trust me. [Exit into house. 
 
 Bert. Oh, God ! If it were anything — anvthing except disgrace. 
 Forgery! I wonder if the boy knew what it meant. It's all my fault; 
 I promised his dying mother to watch over him, to keep him from evil 
 companions, and now it is too late, too late, {goes up stage.) 
 
 Enter Rockingham /ro77i house, thrusting Baroni out. 
 
 Rock. Now, you scoundrel, there's Mr. Cecil; stand out and see if 
 you can look him in the face. 
 
TINDER TWO FLAOS. 13 
 
 Bar. But you are so very violent, so very violent, your lordship. 
 
 Rock. Silence ! See here, Bert— never heard of such a trick — con- 
 found it, can't bring myself to say it. This hound dares to bring a 
 charge against you. 
 
 Bak. You have neglected to state that the charge is one of forgery. 
 
 Bert. Forgery! {lon\ hut with intense feeling.) 
 
 Rock. Out with your story. Tell it to his face, and then receive the 
 punishment you deserve. 
 
 Bar. That is soon done, your lordship. I simply charge the Honor- 
 able Bertie Cecil with negotiating one bill with my tirm on i\\Q fifteenth 
 of the month. That bilt was made out in his favor and accepted by 
 you. Your signature you admitted was forged, and with that forgery I 
 charge your friend. 
 
 Bert. On the fifteenth! {intensely and lon\) 
 
 Rock. Heavens ! How can you stand there like that ? Why don't 
 you speak ? 
 
 Bert. I am not guilty. 
 
 Rock. Why, of course you are not. 
 
 Bar. We shall be pleased to find it so; but where are your proofs ? 
 
 Bert. I give you my word. 
 
 Bar. Your word is the word of a gentleman. But we men of busi- 
 ness must have proofs, my dear. 
 
 Rock, (crosses r. 1 to Baroni.) You dog! If you use that tone again 
 I'll strangle you. 
 
 Bar. Pardon me, your lordship, but you are so very violent. Now 
 this little piece of paper was presented at my office on the evening of 
 the fifteenth, about half past seven o'clock, (to Bertie) Now, if you 
 were not there, where were you ? 
 
 Rock. Answered in a moment. 
 
 Bert, [to Rockingham) On the fifteenth ? (aside) I was at Richmond 
 with Lady Guenevere, and I have given her my word that no one shall 
 know it. 
 
 Rock. Yes; were you at mess, the club, dressing for dinner, or where ? 
 
 Bert, (sloicly). T cannot tell. 
 
 Bar. Just what I thought; so under the circumstances we must place 
 your good friend under arrest. 
 
 Rock. Silence, you hoiind! (about to strilehim.) 
 
 Bar. Pardon me, your lordship, but we are wasting time. Y"ou must 
 now be convinced of your friend's guilt. 
 
 Rock. Convinced ? I'd sooner believe in my own disgrace. 
 
 Bar. But how is it he is unable to tell wliere he was between the 
 hours of five and nine on the evening of the fifteenth ? 
 
 Rock. Unable? He is not unable; he simply declines. But I am 
 the injured party. Here is a check ; fill it out, and I will exchange it 
 for the forged note, (hands checl\) 
 
 Bar. (refusing). What you ask is impossible. A crime like this can- 
 not be hushed up with money, (to Bertie) Now, will you go with me 
 quietly, or must we employ force ? 
 
 Bert. I will go with you quietly. 
 
 Rock. Stop. " Where you go I follow. 
 
 Bar. Excuse me, your lordship, but I rely on him to go with me 
 quietly. You see we can no longer consider him as the son of the 
 Viscount Rovallieu, but simply as an arrested forger. 
 
 Rock. What! You hound! (fihoi/t to strike him; Bertie stops him.) 
 
 Bert. My friend, we degrade ourselves by resistance. Take the 
 King— keep him for my sake. Now leave me; it is my wish. 
 
14 
 
 tJNDER TWO FLAGS. 
 
 Rock, If it is your wish I will yield, {goes toioard house.) 
 
 Bert, {pffei-mg hand). Rockingham, will you take it still? 
 
 Rock. Take it? Before all the world always, come what will. 
 {shakes hand. ) [Exit in house. 
 
 Bert. Now, sir, I am ready, {hurried music; Baroni beckons to 
 Davis.) 
 
 Enter Davis, r. 1 e. 
 
 Bar. There is our man. Seize him ! 
 
 Bert. What does this mean ? 
 
 Bar. It means we cannot trust you; you might escape. 
 
 Bert. I gave you my word to go with you quietl}^ You should have 
 trusted me, I should have done so. But curse you, sooner than go to 
 prison in sight of men, and in company ot two such villains as you, I'll 
 tight you to the death! {business of struggle. 
 
 Enter Rake, r. u. e., loho seizes Baroni. 
 
 over him. 
 
 Bertie th'ows Davis, stands 
 
 Rake, saddle the brown mare at once ! And then a steeplechase for 
 life! 
 
 Picture. 
 
 curtain. 
 Lights flashed at curtain. Curtain^ quick. 
 
 ACT II. 
 
 SCENE. — Ancient street in ith grooves. Prison in ^rd, boxed to rep- 
 resent barracks. Guns stacked in street at back entrance. En- 
 trance centre. Soldiers discovered, as curiam rises, drinking, 
 laughing, singing, etc. 
 
 Captain. Did I not say he would eat fire ? 
 
 Petit Picpon. He rides like an Arab. 
 
 Capt. Cuts off a head with that back circular sweep. Ah-h-h, mag- 
 nificent! {all applaud.) 
 
 PrERRE Matou. And he smokes like a Zouave! {all laugh.) 
 
 Capt. And he dances like an aristocrat, and not like a tipsy soldier. 
 {all la ugh. ) 
 
 Pic. When did he join ? 
 
 Capt. Ten— twelve years ago, or thereabouts. He's an Englishman, 
 I think. 
 
 Pierre. Why? 
 
 Capt. Because when he bathes he splashes like a water dog. {all 
 laugh.) 
 
 Pic. And when he rides, he rises in his stirrups. 
 
 Capt. And he knows how to box, too. I wish he was in our corps 
 instead of the Black Hawk's. 
 
 Pic. The Black Hawk hates him, and he is kept down in consequence. 
 Now, if he had been in our corps, he would have had the Cross by this 
 time. 
 
tJNDER TWO FLAGS. 15 
 
 Cigarette, (ouiside). Hello ! hello ! 
 
 Capt. Who have we here ? 
 
 CiG. (outside, and nearer). Hello ! hello ! Picpon ! 
 
 Pic. {goes up, looks off c. l.). Cigarette! It's Cigarette! {rushes off 
 calling QiigssQtlQ \ Cigarette! Rest of soldiers follow, calling same. 
 Big noise in entrance, working up Cigarette's entrance.) 
 
 CiG. {outside^. Whoa ! Stand still, you brute, what's the matter with 
 you; lay hold of my horse there, {sounds of laughter; slairping; sol- 
 diers back oUf taking skqos, r. and l., laughing.) 
 
 Enter Cigarette, c, soldiers separate, leaving her in view of audience 
 
 CiG. {letters, papers, etc., in hand). Whj^, what children you are ; 
 you push and scramble and tear like a set of monkeys after a nut. 
 Keep away from me, every one of you, or you shall not have so much 
 as a letter. 
 
 Pic. (R.). Well, if you hadn't had a letter in six months you'd scram- 
 ble, too. 
 
 CiG. Me ? Ha, ha ! I never received a letter in my life. Attention ! 
 {all salute) To the front all of you as I call you. Leon Ramon ! {a sol- 
 dier comes forward and salutes) Here is a letter from your mother. 
 If she knew you as well as I do she would not care whether you were 
 dead or alive, {gives letter; all laugh) Pierre Matoui {comes forward 
 and salutes) Some papers from Paris; quite new, only nine months 
 old. {gives papers; all laugh) Le Captaine ! (//e comes forward and 
 salutes) A woman has sent you a love scrawl and some tobacco. Ah ! 
 she knew that all your passions end in smoke ! {all laugh; he takes 
 package and letters aud goes to r. 1, near table) Picpon ! {comes for- 
 ward and salutes) Here is some money. It has not been stolen, so it 
 has lost all spice for you. {all laugh as he retires r.) Captain, {goes 
 towards him, holding out papers, etc.) here are your papers, letters 
 and commissions, {giving papers, etc. ) So now that is all. 
 
 Capt. {standing in front of her). You have done well. Come, give 
 me a kiss. {sJie slaps Captain's /rtce; all laugh.) 
 
 CiG. {sitting on table). Oh, I don't like bad wine after good. I've just 
 come from Corporal Victor. 
 
 Capt. (holding face). Sacre! Your heart gone out to that English- 
 man? 
 
 CiG. Oh, he's not an Englishman. 
 
 Pic. How do you know ? 
 
 CiG. Oh, because he does not eat raw meat, \all laugh) and then 
 there is no fog in him. {all laugh) But here he comes, (Bertie appears 
 at back) he can speak for himself. Ah, mon corporal, le captaine says 
 that you are English— by my faith I believe him. Have some wine ? 
 {offers cup with wine from table) You need not fear it, I never sell bad 
 liquors. 
 
 Bertie. You do me much honor, ma belle; {bowing) much honor. 
 
 CiG. In what country did you learn such tine manners? 
 
 Bert. Where should one learn courtesy if not in France ? 
 
 CiG. They say that you are English. I do not believe them. A 
 Spaniard, eh ? 
 
 Bert. Do you find me so devout a Catholic that you think so ? 
 
 Capt. A Greek ? 
 
 Bert. Still worse; have you ever seen me cheat at cards? 
 
 Pro, An Austrian, then? You waltz like a white coat. 
 
 Bert. No. 
 
16 tTNDEfi TWO I^LAGS. 
 
 CiG. What are you, then ? 
 
 Bert. A soldier of France ! {uncovers ; all salute) Can you wist md 
 more ? 
 
 CiG. True, mon brave, but you were not always a soldier of France. 
 What were you before ? 
 
 Bert, {all liste)i eauerly). Before ? Well — a fool \{all laugh.) 
 
 CiG, Oh, well, you belonged to the majority then. Is that cigarette 
 a good one you are smoking ? 
 
 Bert. Yes, fair. 
 
 CiG. Give me one. {he gives her cigarette ; business of lighting it) Do 
 women smoke in your country ? 
 
 Bert. Oh, yes, some of them. 
 
 CiG. Where is it, then ? 
 
 Bert. I have no country — now. 
 
 CiG. Did you leave anything there you cared for ? 
 
 Bert. Yes. 
 
 Gig. What was it; a woman ? 
 
 Bert, ^o; a^hovQQ. {all laugh.) 
 
 Gig. {jumps off table). Your cigarette is good, which is more than I 
 can say of your company. 
 
 Gapt. She's very pretty; is she not? 
 
 Bert. Yes, too pretty to be unsexed by such a life as this. 
 
 Gig. Unsexed! Take care ! If you have a woman's face why may 
 not I have a man's soul ? [Exit, l. 3 e., in anger. 
 
 Gapt. (seated at table with YmTon). A regular little spitfire; but she 
 loves the tri-color better than her life, {looks at chessmen) But do you 
 carve these pretty ivories ? 
 
 Bert. Yes; I do this in my leisure moments. 
 
 Gapt. They are worth an Arab's ransom. But, corporal, we were 
 talking of the accidents of fortune that sent us all into the ranks. 
 Now there is Mademoiselle Gora in Paris sends us more men than the 
 conscription. The War Minister sliould give her the Gross, {laughs) 
 Come, now, you fell with the rest; did not a woman send you here? 
 
 Brrt. No ; only chance. 
 
 Gapt. Oh, a fig for chance. We are all quoting our tempters to-night. 
 Come, give us your history. 
 
 Bert. You have it as well as my sword can write it. 
 
 Gapt. Good ! And your sword writes in a brave man's fashion. 
 Writes what France loves to read. But before you wore the sword 
 were you in love, a gamester, or what ? 
 
 Bert, {starting to feet). Monsieur ! {salutes) Bii-ect ohedience is a sol- 
 dier's dutfi. I never was taught that inquisitive arrogance was an offi- 
 cer's privilege. 
 
 Gapt. {rising). A right rebuke, {salutes) fairly given and well de- 
 served. I thank you for the lesson, {shakes hand and crosses to l. 1 e. 
 Aside) I'd give a year's pay to know that fine fellow's history. 
 
 [Exit, L. 1 E. 
 
 E)iier Black Hawk a7id Lady Venetia, c. fro7n r. 
 
 Black Hawk. So, my lady, you like Algiers. It is historic certainly, 
 and offers many attractions for strangers. 
 
 Ven. There is much to admire, and much more to excite our wonder. 
 Everything is so interesting— even these soldiers of yours are a stud}^ 
 
 B. H. Yes, but they are'a worthless lot; look at them now. (co7ne 
 
tJNBER TWO FLAGS. 17 
 
 down c. To sohliers) Fine work this, {all start and salute) You shall 
 pay for it in the guard house. Oft" to your quarters, all of you ! 
 
 {All exit, R. 3 E. in door. 
 
 Bert, [crosses to l. 1 e. ; salutes). M. le Colonel, the fault was mine. 
 
 B. H. Whenever there is insubordination in the regiment the "blame 
 is certain to be yours. And if you allow your men to turn the barracks 
 into a riot or a county fair , you'll lind yourself degraded from the rank 
 you contrive to disgrace, {sees chessmen) Where did you get those 
 ciiessmen ? 
 
 Bert. I made them. 
 
 Ven. {back of table ; CiGARErrE listens at back). What wonderful 
 skill ! Would you sell them ? 
 
 Bert. They are at your service, madame. 
 
 Ven. {comes down stage, r. 1 e.). And the price ? 
 
 Bert. Is the honor of your acceptance, {bowing) if you will deign to 
 grant me that. (Cigarette sits on table np stage, l.) 
 
 Ven. Thank you ; your clever work, of course, can only become mine 
 by purchase, {exit Cigarette, l. u. e.) Come, colonel, shall we step in 
 here? we may tind something that will interest me. (Black Hawk 
 passes her to door, r.) [Exit Venetia, r. 
 
 B. H. Corporai, (Bertie salutes) my lady will look at your toys again ; 
 leave them here until we return. (Bertie salutes.) 
 
 [Exit Black Hawk aftei' Venetia. 
 
 Enter Cigarette, l. ; gets on table. 
 
 Bert, {crosses up stage and looks after them; then crosses down to 
 R. 1, near table). How beautiful she is ! Ah ! {sighs) Ah, why must I 
 forget I ever had the right to bear the title of gentleman, {musingly) 
 What is there in her face that recalls something of my old life. I won- 
 der if the Black Hawk loves her. I wonder if 1 shall never teach him 
 that he may some day go too far. 
 
 CiG. {on table, laughing). We are soldiers, not traders; aren't we? 
 You are no peddler, eh ? Ha ! ha ! ha ! Of what are you thinking ? 
 That you would rather be called out, courtmarshalled and shot than 
 have your toys inspected by the Black Hawk. That is what you are 
 thinking, eh ? 
 
 Bert. Well, why not? I grant his right in tield and barracks, but— 
 
 CiG. Oh, but is a blank cartridge, and never did anything but miss tire 
 yet. Shoot dead or don't aim at all. So you won't obey Chateauroy 
 in this ? "I will show my blood if I die for it." That is what you are 
 thinking; are you not? 
 
 Bkrt. Something almost as foolish, perhaps. You're a witch, little 
 one; a witch. 
 
 CiG. A witch ! Ha, ha, ha ! Who ever doubted it but you ? Oh, yes, 
 I can put two and two together, and read men's thoughts, although I 
 can't read the alphabet. But listen to me; one example set on your 
 part and these soldiers will mutiny. What will happen then ? 
 
 Bkrt. You are a soldier; tell me. 
 
 CiG. {jumping down from table and coming down stage). Yes, I am 
 a soldier, and I have seen war. I have seen soldiers mutiny; seen 
 tliem walled in and shot down by thousands. You will not let me see 
 this again ? {holding out hand to him.) 
 
 Bert, {takes her hand and shaJces it war mhj^. No; I give you my 
 word. 
 
 CiG. You are a true soldier, {waltzes up stage; sees Venetia off 
 
18 UNDER TWO FLAGS. 
 
 !itage, r.) Oh, here conies my lady. How she sweeps— sweeps, (mock- 
 inr/ hev) like a silver pheasant; so languid, so brilliant, so useless. Bah ! 
 Slie would faint at the mere sight of this, {takes pistol out of beltj 
 ■waltzes up stage to table, l. ; leans on it; listens.) 
 
 Enter Black Hawk and VexNETIa, r. 3 e. 
 
 B. H. My lady, you desire to see those toys again. Corporal I 
 
 Bert. M. le Colonel, {salutes at l. 1 e.) 
 
 Ven. {at table). You were a sculptor once ? 
 
 Bert. Never, madame. 
 
 Ven. Indeed; why, who taught you such wonderful skill ? 
 
 Bert. A common teaclier, madame — necessity. 
 
 B. H. Victor knows that neither he nor his men have any right to 
 waste their time on such trash. But the truth is, my lady, they love 
 their canteen so well they will do anything for money with which to 
 purchase brandy. 
 
 Ven. Colonel, I don't think that man carves for brandy. Surely you 
 encourage such pursuits ? {points to toys.) 
 
 B. H. Not I. There are but two arts or virtues for a trooper to my 
 taste — fighting and obedience ; but since you admire the trifles, do me 
 the honor to keep them. 
 
 Ven. No ; I oflered to purchase them, but he refuses to name his 
 price. 
 
 B. H. The man is the most insolent Chasseur in the service, {to Ber- 
 tie) Go, and leave your toys here, or I'll have them broken by the 
 hammer ! 
 
 Ven. You misunderstand me. I lay no blame on your corporal. 
 Let him keep his chessmen; his desire not to part with them shows him 
 to be a true artist, as doubtless also he is a good soldier. 
 
 Bert, {takes off cap; bows). Thank you, my lady; keep them, if you 
 will so far honor me. {bows.) [Exit, l 1 e. 
 
 B. H. {follows down stage, looking after him). Have no scruples in 
 accepting them, my lady; I'll see that he loses nothing by parting with 
 his pretty playthings. 
 
 Ven. Of what country is your corporal ? 
 
 Ven. I haven't an idea. His past must have been very black in- 
 deed, for he never lets the slightest trace of it escape from his lips. He 
 encourages the men in every insubordination, and ought to have been 
 shot long ago. 
 
 Ven. {aside). I wonder he has not been, since you have the ruling of 
 his fate, {aloud) How has he offended you? 
 
 CiG. {Jumping down c). By being too good a soldier, my lady ! He 
 is the finest in all Africa. Why, he is covered with wounds from Bedouin 
 steel— he rode twenty miles to deliver a dispatch, with a spear head in 
 his side— he saved the day at Zaraila, and in reward {sneeringly) he 
 has been made a corporal ! Ha, ha, ha! {goes up stage.) 
 
 B. H. {aside). Damnation ! I'll tind a way to remove this corporal. 
 {aloud) My lad}', I trust that you will pay no attention to these troop- 
 ers of mine ; {going up ton^ai'ds c.) they are a worthless lot. Shalll 
 escort you back to your hotel ? 
 
 Ven. Yes, I am tired, {going up) I am not much versed in mili- 
 tary affairs, but, pardon me for saying so, I imagine that you do your 
 corporal an injustice, {to Cigarette) Here, my little soldier, is a rose- 
 bud for you. (gives flower to Cigarkttr.) 
 
 [Exit Venetia and Black Hawk, r. c. 
 
tJNi)iER TWO FLAGS. Id 
 
 CiG. {looking at floicer). Ha, ha, ha ! A rosebud for me ! Bah ! 
 {throws flower offstage after Venetia) I know no rose but the red of 
 the tri-color, and I would accept nothmg from her; and he— he gave 
 her his beautiful carvings when he would not so much as look atnie. 
 Bah ! I have no patience with such a man. Whj^ should I care whom 
 he loves ? Why, if I but say the word my soldiers would lay him dead 
 at my feet! {soldiers' chorus outside) Why don't I do it; why don't I do 
 it ? [Exit, L. 1 E. 
 
 Enter Rake, c. d. 
 
 Rake. I've been having a bit of diversion among the wine shops, and 
 while on me way back a gentleman gave me this English i)aper and 
 said maybe I'd like to read the news. How did he expect a Frinchman 
 like me to rade English ? {up stage) Well, look at that now; it lays me 
 out, as the corpse says to the undertaker. Why, if it isn't as neat a bit 
 of calico coming this way as I've seen for mony a day. I'll just give 
 her a taste of my style. 
 
 Enter Nora, c. 
 
 Nora. I say, are you a Erinchman ? 
 
 Rake. Divil a bit, save the uniform on me back. 
 
 Nora. Do you know a place called Ireland ? 
 
 Rake. Bedad an' I do. Shure it's your own swate lips has kissed 
 the Blarney stone. 
 
 Nora. Can you show me the way to Hotel Royal ? 
 
 Rake. Ah, sure, me angel, ifs mesilf can do the same. But perhaps 
 yer can tell me what yer doing here, and what's yer name ? 
 
 Nora. My name is Nora McShane. I'm the Princess Corona's maid. 
 We are travelling over this world in a big ship. I was out this morning 
 and got lost. But can you tell me who you are ? 
 
 Rake. Me ? Shure I'm a soldier in the Frinch army. But I say, 
 Nora, me dear, I've never heard divil a bit of an Irish song this many 
 a da}^ and it's your own swate self can sing me the same. 
 
 Nora, {sings song; or she and Rake do Irish siiecialty or duet). Now 
 show me the way. {goes up c.) 
 
 Rake. That I will. You see that church beyant there ? Well, you 
 go as fast as you can to the corner, then you turn the church around 
 and you see an old Jew with a face on him like a comic valentine, and 
 Bhure when you're there you're at the hotel itself. 
 
 Nora. Thank you, sir. 
 
 Rake. Look straight before you, {takes her hand) and take this with 
 yer to show yer the way. {kisses her; exit Nora, c.) So there's a big ship 
 in the harbor; well, the divil knows who's prowling around the streets. 
 
 Enter Bertie, c. d. 
 
 Ah, Mr. Cecil, I was looking for you. 
 
 Bert. Hush ! Some one may hear 5^ou. 
 
 Rake. Divil a wan is here but the walls, and it's never an ear they 
 have, {gives him paper.) 
 
 Bert, {looks at paper). Where did you get this paper, Rake ? 
 
 Rake. An English gentleman gave it to me; there's a tine party visit- 
 ing the city. But what's the matter ? you're as pale as a ghost. 
 
 Bert. {read^). "Died at Royallieu Castle, on the 27th, the Right 
 Honorable Viscount Royallieu, aged ninety." Dead— dead ! 
 
 Rake. The old master dead! And now, Mr. Cecil, you'll go back to 
 England, for you are the rightful heir to the title. 
 
20 UNDER TWO FLAG^. 
 
 Bert. No, Rake, I lay no claim to anything save the death an Arab 
 spear will some day give me. 
 
 Rake. Don't say that, or you'll liave me weeping like a widdy on a 
 rent day. (7oo/.-.s- oji^"R.) Whist! Here comes the Black Hawk. I'll slit 
 his throat for him some day, if I hang for it! [Exit, l. 1 e. 
 
 Bert. Rake! 
 
 E/iter Black Hawk, c. d. 
 
 B. H. Halt ! (Bertie salutes) So you are here, are you ? I've not for- 
 gotten your insolence in regard to those ivory toys, nor shall it go un- 
 punished. My lady will not allow you to remain unpaid, so I have 
 taken it upon myself to reward you. You deserve the lash ; come here ! 
 (Bertie advances) Hold out your hand, {he does so; Black Hawk draws 
 sti'ord half way, as if to strike; then gives him coins) What do you say 
 to that ? 
 
 Beri'. I say that there are many losses a soldier regrets, but there is 
 not one so bitter as the loss of the right to resent! {bugle call outside.) 
 
 Enter Picpon, c. 
 
 Pic. M. le Colonel, they have taken the woman ! 
 
 B. H. AVhat woman ? 
 
 Pic. The Arab chief's wife. She had wandered too far from the 
 camp and was taken by some of our men who were sweeping the desert 
 for food. 
 
 B. H. Bring her before me. {e.vit Picpon, c.) By my soul, now we 
 have the Arab's heart. 
 
 Enter Picpon and soldier icith Djelma; Djelma kneels to Bertie, then 
 
 to Black Hawk, who 2nishes her l.) 
 By my sword, but she is beautiful ! Here, Victor, what do you think of 
 this fair captive? 
 
 Bert. It is not my place to give opinions, M. le Colonel. 
 
 B. H. It is, when / bid you — speak, or I'll have the words cut from 
 you — speak ! 
 
 Bert. Would you have me speak plainly ? 
 
 B. H. Ten thousand curses— yes ! 
 
 Bert. Then I think that the man who makes war on woman is no 
 longer tit to tight with men. 
 
 Enter Cigarette, c. ; stands np c. 
 
 B. H. By heavens! {starts for him, dranung sword, c.) Pve a mind 
 to have you shot like a dog; but no, I'll send you to the Arab chief; he 
 ofttimes spares me the trouble of killing my own curs. Take a flag of 
 truce and this message. If he makes a sign of attack this fair creature's 
 life shall pay the penalty; if he remains in arms she shall become my 
 mistress; if he lays down his arms she shall be restored. You hear ? 
 
 Bert. I hear. 
 
 B. H. Obey, then ! 
 
 Bert. I have no choice. I will carry your cowardly message to the 
 Desert Chief, and before the sun has set you shall have your answer 
 though fifty Arab spears be buried in my breast. (Black Hawk starts 
 fur Bertie, drawing sword; is stopped b>/ Cigarette.) 
 
 CiG. {holding papers in front of him)'. Dispatches from Algiers! 
 
 Sentinel. Sentinel. 
 
 Bertie, Cigarette. Black Hawk. Djelma. 
 
 Curtain. 
 
UNDER TWO FLAGS. 21 
 
 ACT III. 
 
 SCENE. — Drawing-room of hotel; table at r., icith chessmen ; c. d. in 
 3; garden hacking ; lights down. Discover Rake on guard back 
 of c. D. 
 
 Rake. Shure it's mighty tired I am chasing meself up and down by 
 this door. Divil a bit of use of a guard here, but it's the Black Hawk's 
 orders. Shure it's mighty anxious he seems about me lady, {liaise out- 
 side) Whist I Some one's coming, {walks up and down by c. d.) 
 
 Enter Nora, r. 1 e. 
 
 Nora. Well, here I am caged up like a prisoner of war, and all yer 
 hear is the tramping and marching of the soldiers, {fiees Rake) Oh, 
 shure it's you; well you're looking mighty tine, Mr. Rake. 
 
 Rake. That's been said before to day, but never by such swate lips. 
 
 Nora. I say, Mr. Rake, won't you come in ? 
 
 Rake. Come in, is it ? Ye blessed bunch of shamrocks, can't yer see 
 I'm on duty ? 
 
 Nora. On duty, is it; and where's your post? 
 
 Rake. Will you listen to that ! It's the road to the moon you'll be 
 axin' me next. 
 
 Nora. Shure it's no more I'll be axin' yer. 
 
 Rake, {drops gun). Yer won't? 
 
 Nora. No, I won't, so you can kape on with j'er walking. 
 
 Rake. Bedad, it's small wonder Adam fell out of the apple tree with 
 a woman teasing him. 
 
 Nora. I say, Mr. Rake, you'd better be guarding your post more 
 carefully or you'll get shot. 
 
 Rake. True, me darling, it's shot I am already with cupid's arrow. 
 I'd face a whole battery for a look of them purty eyes. 
 
 Nora. Mr. Rake, I never thought there was so much mischief in yer. 
 
 Rake. Mischief ! Shure it's bottled up in me like ale, and if I don't 
 let the stopper out soon I'll bust to pieces, {tries to kiss her.) 
 
 Ven. (outside). Nora! Nora! 
 
 Nora. I hear somebody. 
 
 Rake. And I feel somebody, (takes gun and walks up anddoion c. d. 
 for a while, then goes off stage.) 
 
 Nora. It's me lady. 
 
 Enter Venetia, r. 1 e. 
 
 Ven. What noise was that, Nora ? 
 
 Nora. It must have been the sentry, outside. 
 
 Rake. Begorra, that's true for her. {looking in c. d.) 
 
 Ven. Has my brother arrived ? 
 
 Nora. No, me lady. 
 
 Ven. Let me know when he arrives. (exAt Nora, r. 1 e. ; Vfnetia 
 goes up to c. d., the^i douw to table, r.) I cannot keep that soldier from 
 my thoughts. He must have led a very diflerent life somewhere. I 
 should like to serve him if I could. (.s;7.«; r.) But how can one serve a 
 man whose only desire is to be forgotten. 
 
 Enter Rockingham and Berkeley, c. d. 
 
22 UNDER TWO FLAGS. 
 
 Rooic. Ah, Venetia, still up? I've been searching for your soldier 
 friend, but as yei we have not succeeded in finding him. 
 
 Berk. (l.). He is a tine soldier, but, according to the colonel, is only 
 a clever scoundrel, and the Army of Africa after all is the best place for 
 him. 
 
 Rock. There's a queer little creature in camp— Cigarette they call 
 her. I fancy she's in love with him. 
 
 Vex. In love with him ? How did you find that out ? 
 Rock. It is the gossip of the camp; and then she stood up so loyally 
 for him to-day, after his return from the Arab camp. Nothing but a 
 miracle saved him from being cut to pieces. What spell he used to 
 compel the Black Hawk to give up his captive nobody knows. 
 
 Berk. And this Cigarette— she is quite a soldier. She was presented 
 to-day with the Cross of the Legion of Honor for her bravery at the 
 battle of Zaraila. 
 
 Rock. I shall never forget when the grand marshal called her before 
 the squadron and presented it to her. She exclaimed: " This is not for 
 me ! Who saved the day at Zaraila ? Not I, but a soldier of Africa, 
 who, when all his officers were cut down before him, rallied his men all 
 day in the scorching sun. I tell you the cross is not mine." (Venetia 
 starts) What is the matter, Venetia; has the day been too warm, or the 
 evening too cool ? (Berkeley goes up o. ) 
 Ven. Perhaps both. When do we start for England? 
 Rock. In a day or two, but I shall make one more attempt to find 
 this man before we leave. 
 VexV. No, Philip, do not seek to find this man. 
 Rock. But it was your request. 
 
 Vex. Think me changeable, if you will, but do not notice a soldier of 
 Africa at my instance. 
 
 Rock. Pardon me, but my curiosity is aroused, and I shall make one 
 more attempt to find this soldier before I start for England. 
 
 [Exit, L. 1 e. 
 Berk, (comes down r.). My lady, you heard what your brother said, 
 and I trust you will pardon me when I ask why you show so much in- 
 terest in a man of whose history you know nothing ? 
 
 Vex. You are right. Why should I interest myself in his behalf? 
 I thought he was above his station, and I would mention his name to 
 the grand marshal on our return to Paris. 
 
 Berk. My lady, it is your brotlier's intention to return to England in 
 a few days. I trust that yoa will pardon me if I again renew my suit. 
 When we were in England j^ou gave me no hope, but I trust that time 
 and circumstances have caused you to change your mind. You know 
 how devotedly I love you, and the happiest moment of my existence 
 will be when you consent to become my wife. 
 
 Vrv. (rises and crosses to h.). Lord Koyallieu, I gave j'ou my an- 
 swer in England; Africa is not likely to change my opinion. As my 
 brother's friend I respect you; do not ask for more— ^orel have none 
 to give. [E.vit, L. 1 e. 
 
 Berk, (loo/cs after her). As I expected— proud, hard and cold. I can 
 never teach her to look upon me save as her brotlier's friend, (crosses 
 to R ) And this soldier; who can lie be to awake such interest in her? 
 For that reason alone I would gladly chanire places with him. I will 
 go to the camp, 1 will not rest until I find this man; I must know who 
 and what he is. (turns to go, c. d.) 
 
 Enter Bertie, c. d., and meets Inm. 
 
UNDER TWO FLAGS. 23 
 
 Berk, {starts hack). You — you— 1 thought you dead ! 
 
 Bert. To you I am dead. 
 
 Bekk. My brother a common soldier ! How have you lived ? 
 
 Bert. Honorably— let that suttice; and you ? 
 
 Berk. In honor, too, I swear it ! That was my first, my last disgrace. 
 I believed the story of your death. Had I known you lived I would have 
 said \ ou were innocent, but when they told me you were killed I did 
 not think it worth while; besides, it would have broken our father's 
 heart. Oh God ! I was a coward. 
 
 Bkrt. Yes, you were a coward; therein lay the story of your fall. 
 
 Berk. I am in your power — I stand in your place. All I possess be- 
 longs to you — our father is dead. Do you know this, since you havcy 
 never claimed the inheritance ? 
 
 Bert. I know it. 
 
 BiiRK. And you have never come forward to claim your rights. 
 
 Bert. What I did not do to clear my own honor I was not likely tt 
 do merely to bear a title. 
 
 Berk. But this life of yours ! Great heavens, it must be misery ! 
 
 Beri'. Perhaps. It has at least no disgrace in it. 
 
 Berk. No, no ! You are happier than I— you have no remorse to 
 bear 1 And yet — to tell the world that I am guilty ! 
 
 Bert, You need never tell it; I shall not. 
 
 Berk. You will not ? 
 
 Bert. No. Do not fear me. I have kept your secret for twelve 
 years; I will keep it still. All I ask is that you so live that in the fu- 
 ture your past shall be redeemed. 
 
 Berk. And you ? 
 
 Bert. I shall lead the life fittest for me. 
 
 Berk. And that is ?— 
 
 Bert. That of a soldier of France. Come, let us part now and for- 
 ever. (Berkeley goes to him ; they shake hands) Leave Algiers — that 
 is all I ask. 
 
 Berk, {up stage, c). But you, are you content? 
 
 Bert. Say no more, but leave me — leave me. {exit, Berkeley, c. d.) 
 Content— content. It is better so, and yet had I my birthright I could 
 stand before this woman as her equal. 
 
 JE';2^<37- Venetia, r. 1 E. 
 
 Ah, my lady, I have found your chain, though broken, I regret to say. 
 
 Ven. I must have lost it while riding yesterday. I am greatly in 
 debted to you for taking care of it. You have been in terrible scene?^ 
 since last 1 saw you. Your visit to the Arab camp and the story o\ 
 Zaraila have reached us. You cannot refuse now to let me place youi 
 name before the grand marshal. 
 
 Bert. You do me much honor; but if j^ou would serve me, do noth. 
 ing of the kind. 
 
 Ven. And why ? Do you not desire the cross? 
 
 Bert. I desire nothing, madame. 
 
 Ve,v. Strange man ! Have you no ambition ? 
 
 Bert. If I had it is not a pair of epaulets that would content it. 
 
 Vex, {n^lto lias been looking at jnirse he gave her). How did you ob 
 tain this ? 
 
 Bert. The chain, madame ? It had fallen in the water. 
 
 Ven. The cliain ! No! The purse! 
 
 Bert. Tliat was given me many years ago. 
 
24 UNDER TWO FLAGS. 
 
 Vex. By whom ? 
 
 Bert. By a child, madame. 
 
 Vex. That purse was mine. I gave it ! And you — you are my 
 brother's dearest friend, Bertie Cecil. 
 
 Bert. And you are little Venetia. Oh how could I have been so 
 blind ! 
 
 Ven. We thought you dead. Why have you lived like this ? It was 
 cruel to my brother. Child though I was, I remember his grief when 
 the news came that you had lost your life. He is here— I will send for 
 him. (starts to ring bell oji table.) 
 
 Bert. No, no ; do nothing of the kind, I beg of you. 
 
 Vex. What do you fear from Philip ? 
 
 Bert. Yesterday when I met him in the camp I hid my face and fled 
 from him as one would from famine and pestilence. 
 
 Vex. You lied from Philip ? Ah, you must wrong him. What will 
 it matter to him whether you wear a peer's robe or a soldier's uniform, 
 whether you be a prince or a trooper ? 
 
 Bert. Do you not know— has no one ever told you ? 
 
 Ven. What? 
 
 Bert. That when I left England the stain of crime was upon me. 
 
 Vex. Crime— what crime ? 
 
 Bert. 1 was accused of having forged your brother's name. 
 
 Vex. But you were not guilty, I know. The man my brother hon- 
 ored with his friendship could never stoop to the level of a fraud. 
 
 Bert. I ?««5 guiltless ; but no one could credit it then, and no one 
 would do so now; nor can I seek to make them. Ask me no more, 
 only give me your belief if you can, and tell no living creature what I 
 have told you now. All I can ask is to be forgotten. 
 
 Vex. You ask what is not mine to give. I knew you so well in my 
 childhood. It will not be possible to forget such a meeting as this. Do 
 you know that your father is dead, and so long as you live your brother 
 cannot hold the title lawfully ? 
 
 Voice [outside). Halt ! 
 
 Bert, {starts). Some one is coming. 
 
 Vex. It is Philip; he is returning from the camp. 
 
 Bert. I cannot see him; I dare not face him. Promise me you will 
 never tell your brother who I am. 
 
 Vex. I promise until you release me. 
 
 Bert. Thank you. You were an angel of pity to me in j^our child- 
 hood; in your womanhood you have given me the only mercy I have 
 known since last I looked upon your face. [Exit, l. 1 e. 
 
 Vex. Poor fellow ! How bitter his life must be. {sits at table) And 
 he is proud still; prouder than he knows, {turns up lamio ; takes booh:.) 
 
 Enter Cigarette, c. d., cautiously. 
 
 CiG. So this is the nest of the silver pheasant; and there she sits. I 
 wonder what she is like, if she is flesh and blood as I am ? If she is I'll 
 show her how a child of the ])eople can laugh at her rank. ( places hand 
 on pistol in belt) Why don't 1 kill her ? I will before I leave, {crosses 
 do If) I stage towards l. 1 e.) 
 
 Vex. (starts ; lays donm book). Oh, is it you ? You wish to see me ? 
 Come nearer — have no fear. 
 
 CiG. (laughs scornfully)). Fear? What! I feQ.r you! You silver 
 pheasant, who never did anything in your life but spread your dainty 
 colors in the sun ! What ! I fear you ? I could kill you, and I will! 
 
UNDEB TWO FLAGS. 25 
 
 {fakes i)istol from belt, points it at Venetia, w1(0 stands a moment 
 looking Ditentlj/ at her, and then quietly takes i^^stol from Iter and 
 places it on table, r.) 
 
 Ven. Cliikl, are yuii mad? Brave natures never stoop to assassina- 
 tion. WI13' do you wish to injure ine ? 
 
 CiG. Because I //cf/tf you. I caine liere to-night for two purposes; 
 the one to look closely at you, the other to hurt jou, wound you, if I 
 could; but you won't let me — oh, I don't know what is in you ! 
 
 Vex. It is rather something \\\ yourself — something that will not al- 
 low you to be unjust, my poor child. 
 
 CiG. Don't poor child me, or I'll show you a touch of my insolence. 
 You may be a grand dame everywhere else, but your rank carries no 
 terror for me. 
 
 Ven. I do not seek to have it. If I did not feel an interest in you do 
 you think I would suffer for an instant the ignorant rudeness of an ill- 
 bred child ? 
 
 CiG. {(inr/rdu). Ill-bred! Ill-bred child! {chanr/ing suddenlii) Ah, 
 you are riglit. {taking cross from her neck and thi-oinnr/ it on floor) I 
 disgrace my cross the very first day I wear it. You are as beautiful as 
 a sorceress. I do not wonder that he loves you. 
 
 Ven. He? Who? 
 
 CiG. The man who was made to bring his toys here to you, like a 
 common hawker. 
 
 Ven. I do not believe he made you his confidante, 
 
 CiG. No; not he. He belongs to your class. You could kill him be- 
 fore he would speak. I only know what I have seen. 
 
 Ven, You are right when you say he is of my class. The gentleman, 
 for he is a gentleman, by a strange chain of circumstances is connected 
 with my family. He once was a great friend of my brother's. I fancy 
 you would do him a favor if you could. 
 
 CiG. Well, we are soldiers, and soldiers always help each other. 
 What do you want me to do ? 
 
 Ven Take a message to him from me, and say nothing of what I 
 have told you. 
 
 CiG. Do you take me for a raw recruit who babbles over his first 
 measure of wine ? What is your message ? 
 
 Ven. He and my brother must not meet. Tell him that my brother, 
 knowing him as Louis Victor, will seek him out at the camp. Tell him 
 to avoid the meelino; as best he can. 
 
 CiG. You know little of the camp or you would send no such mes- 
 sage. Why, if he is not there when his ofiicers call him he would be 
 shot like a dog. 
 
 Ven. True ! I had forgotten. Well, go and send him to me. My 
 brother must be taken into his confidence. You will do this, as you are 
 his friend ? 
 
 CiG. Jf I be I do not see why I am to turn your lackey. Go find 
 some other messenger. 
 
 Ven. I thought you were his friend, and that you would aid me to 
 assist him. I see I was mistaken, so we will let tiie matter drop, {turns 
 a avti/. ) 
 
 CiG. Forgive me, my lady, {kneels, kisses her hand ; picks tip cross, 
 ?v.se.v) You are right; lam his friend. I will go. Ah, my lady, I do 
 not wonder that men love you, when even I cannot hate you. 
 
 [Exit, c. D. 
 
 Ven. a little tigress with a heart of gold and as true as steel. How 
 she loves him ! And she is so brave she will not show it. 
 
26 UNDER TWO FLAGS. 
 
 Enter Black Hawk, c. d, 
 
 B. H. Ah, my lady, I did not expect to find you here. You leave for 
 En,i>laiid in a few days your brother informs me. 
 
 Ven, That is his intention I believe. 
 
 B. II. And at his request I liave brought you passports, which he de- 
 sired me to procure for him. {takes them from t)dt ; crosses hack to 
 table and places them there ; sees chessmen) Ah, I see you still retain 
 my cori)orars ivory toys. {e.ramDies them) On my word, they are line; 
 1 wish I could say as much for the man; he is the most insolent in the 
 regiment. Men should keep tlieir grades, and i)rivates who think them- 
 selves gentlemen should receive the lash they merit. 
 
 Ven. {((Side). How he liates that man. (a/oial) Don't you think you 
 are a little severe upon your corporal ? 
 
 B. H. No. I know them all. They know how to produce an effect 
 in a lady's presence as tliey know Iiow to liglit and swear out of it. 
 
 Ven. Possibly; but if your corporal is not a gentleman I never saw 
 one. [Exit, r. 1 e. 
 
 B. H. (bod's). Damn that corporal ! Am I never to hear the last of 
 him ? I hate him, and where the Black Hawk hates he strikes. 
 
 [Exit, L. 1 E. 
 E)7ter Cigarette a7id Bertie, c. d. 
 
 CiG. You are wanted. 
 Bert. "Wanted for what ? 
 
 CiG. How should I know ? You are wanted by the Silver Pheasant. 
 Put on your palace manners. Send her in your card. (Bertie goes 
 down L. ; Cigarette turns and goes i(p stage to c. d. ; aside) I have sent 
 him to her when I should have put a bullet through her heart. 
 
 [Exit, c. D. 
 Ertter Venetia, r. 1 e. 
 
 Ven. I see the little soldier has kept her word. I sent for you to ask 
 you to retract your words and allow me to tell my brother what I know. 
 
 Bert. No, no; ask anything of me but that; but do not ask that, I 
 beg of you. 
 
 Vex. And why; do you mistrust him ? 
 
 Bert. No, it is not that. It is because I trust him too well to give 
 him pain. Do vou suppose that if I could speak I would not tell you 
 all ? 
 
 Vex. Whoever was the criminal should suffer. Why not speak the 
 words that would place you before the world an innocent man ? 
 
 Bert. You shall answer for me— be my law — my judge. 
 
 Vex. The woman does not live who should be that to any man. 
 
 BEirr. You shall be that to me, for I love you. 
 
 Vex. This is madness. What have you seen of me ? What do you 
 know of me ? 
 
 Beht. Enough to love you while my life shall last. In your eyes I 
 was but an African trooper, in my own 1 was your equal. Now' you 
 know all— know the worst that tempts me. No famine, no humiliation 
 ever so tempted me to buy back my birthright as this one desire to 
 stand in my rightful place before men, and to strive for that which they 
 have not won. 
 
 Ven. Lord Royallieu, keep your secret from the world if you will, 
 prove your innocence only to me. I care not what the world thinks of 
 you or says of me. I will be your wife. 
 
tJNDEB TWO FLAGS. ^^ 
 
 Bert. Venetia ! {embrace') This one moment of happiness is worth 
 all the misery I have endured ! 
 
 Ven. I must leave you now. We start for England to-morrow, {rjoes 
 toward r. 1 e.) In one month expect your release— till then farewell. 
 
 Bert, {goes to her and kisses her hand). Farewell. 
 
 [Exit Venetia, r. 1 e. 
 
 Enter Black Hawk, l. 1 e., sees Victor kiss Venetia's hand. 
 
 B. H. What are you doing here ? Why have you left your squadron ? 
 Have you no tongue ? Speak, or I'll have the words cut from you — 
 speak ! 
 
 Bert. I will not tell. 
 
 B. H. By heavens, I'll have you thrashed like a dog for that answer. 
 But I know as well as if you had told me why you came here. So my 
 lady chooses her lovers from amongst my blackguards. But your 
 silence cannot shield her from the shame of her midnight intrigues. 
 
 Bert. (.<?^;7^e5 Black Hawk; he falls c). You lie! and you know 
 that you lie ! 
 
 Q,uick Curtain. Lights flashed. 
 
 ACT IV. 
 
 SCENE.— Z)«rA: wood scene an hour before daylight; wood wings with 
 set prison at L. 2 e. Lights down. Discover guard pacing in 
 front of L. 2 e. As curtain rises the voices of six sentries outside 
 repeat one after the other, ''Five o'clock a7id all is icell." 
 
 Enter Corporal, r. u. e. 
 
 Corp. Halt! 
 
 Guard. Who goes there ? 
 
 Corp. Corporal of the guard with relief. 
 
 Guard. Advance and give the countersign! (Corporal advances, 
 gives word, crosses gun, turns r.) Word is correct. 
 
 Corp. Advance, relief! {a soldier comes down c, turns l., goes to 
 Guard and crosses gun same as Corporal.) 
 
 Guard. You are instructed to guard the prisoner. Let no one see 
 I him without written permission from the colonel in command. Obey 
 the orders of the day and the laws of your country, {crosses to c, twns 
 R., goes up and falls in line with other soldiers.) 
 
 Corp. March ! {follows the others off, l. u. e.) 
 
 Enter Cigarette, r. u. e. 
 
 CiG. I brought him to her when I should have sent a bullet through 
 her heart. Bah ! Why should I care whom he loves ? I have my flag, 
 my cross {kisses cross) and my army — what more do I desire? {turns; 
 sees Guard) Hello ! Who are you guarding so carefully ? 
 
 Guard. Corporal Victor, little one. 
 
 CiG. Corporal Victor ? 
 
^8 UNDER TWO FLAGS. 
 
 Guard. Yes; where bave you been that you have not heard of the 
 trial ? 
 
 CiG. I have been away for two clays. 
 
 Guard. 'Twas bad work— bad work. He struck the Black Hawk. 
 It was a light blow, but with tlireat to kill following it. He has been 
 tried and is to be shot at sunrise. 
 
 CiG. Shot? When did this happen ? 
 
 Guard. Nii^ht before last. 
 
 Cro. {aside). Night before last! The blow was struck for her. It 
 was that night, {puts htnid to heart.) 
 
 Guard. What's the matter, little one ? You look strangely. Do you 
 love tliis soldier ? 
 
 CiG. Love him ! {laughs) What— I love him ? I hate him. {crosses 
 to L. 1 E.) I have looked for vengeance, and it has come. 
 
 Enter Venetia, r. 1 e. 
 
 Yen. {to Cigarette). Is it true that he is to be shot at sunrise ? 
 You have some power here— tell me, can nothing be done to save him ? 
 
 CiG. He has struck his chief; for that there is no reprieve. 
 
 Ven. If he dies it is 1 who have killed him. That blow was struck 
 for me. 
 
 CiG. Ay, you are right; the blow was struck for you. You say he is 
 of your order— tell me his name and rank. 
 
 Ven. Yes ! yes ! 
 
 CiG. Write it out, I do not understand your English names. 
 
 Ven. {takes out book and writes). There, child, and if you have any 
 power save him if you can. 
 
 CiG. Read what you have written. 
 
 Ven. {reads). "I affirm that the person serving in your army under 
 the name of Louis Victor, is Bertie Cecil, lawfully the Viscount Royal- 
 lieu, peer of England. Signed, Lady Venetia Corona." There, child; 
 what is it you will do ? 
 
 CiG. I will ride to the Grand Marshal. 
 
 Ven. But they say he never changes a sentence. 
 
 CiG. Perhaps not; but what he refuses to justice and humanity he 
 may not refuse to one of his own rank, {starts to go.) 
 
 Ven. Stay— one word. 
 
 CiG. No; this is no time for words. If you love him go to him, and 
 let the bullets intended for him first kill you. 
 
 [Exit, R. u. E. Venetia crosses to Guard. 
 
 Guard. Halt ! {holds gun in front of her.) 
 
 Ven. Your prisoner is Louis Victor, is he not ? 
 
 Guard. Yes. 
 
 Ven. He is to be shot at sunrise ? 
 
 Guard. Y"es. 
 
 Ven. I lieard of it yesterday. I rode all night from Oran. I feel a 
 great pity for this man. His^crime was 
 
 Guard. A blow to his colonel and threat to kill after. 
 
 Ven. Is there no possibility of a reprieve ? 
 
 Guard. None. 
 
 Ven. May I speak with him for an instant? I have heard he is of 
 my country, and of a rank above his present standing here. 
 
 Guard. I am sorry, madame, but I have my orders to allow none to 
 pass. 
 
Under two flags. 29 
 
 Ven. Were your colonel here he would not refuse me permission to 
 see him. 
 
 Guard, Perhaps not. But you must go to the colonel's tent and get 
 a permit; otherwise 1 can't allow you to pass. 
 
 Vek. (aside). Must I ask a favor of that man? I will ! He must not 
 perish. [Exit, r. 1 e. E.cit Guard, sloicly, l. 1 e. 
 
 Enter Rake, r. 3 e. 
 
 R\ivE {looking off). What's up with Cigarette, I wonder. She passed 
 me on her horse like a sthrake of lightning, {loohs l.) Poor masther! 
 Sorry the day I'd like to see liim die. He won't let me tell thim wlio 
 he is; but, begorra, I must do something, or bust. If 1 could get him 
 to change places with me he might make his escape. Begorra, we look 
 so much alike they'd never know tlie ditlerence. I suppose they'd shoot 
 me when they did. I was born to be shot at; a regular sample to try 
 new guns on. Now I'll jast slip by before the guard comes, and 
 
 E7iter Guard, quickly, l. 1 e. 
 
 Guard {stops him). Halt ! 
 
 Rake. Och, murther ! {turns) The divil's loose now. 
 
 Enter Black Hawk and Venetia, r. 1 e. 
 
 B. H. What are you doing here ? 
 
 Rake. Nothin', sor. 
 
 B. H. Call the corporal of the guard. 
 
 Guard {calling). Corporal of the guard. Post 4 ! 
 
 Voice {outside). Corporal of the guard, Post 4 ! 
 
 Enter Corporal, l. 1 e. 
 
 B. H. {to Rake). This is the second time you have been seen prowling 
 around here; your intimacy with the prisoner makes your presence sus- 
 picious. Have you any orders for leaving your quarters ? 
 
 Rake. No, sor; shure I must have lost thim. 
 
 B. H. {to Corporal). Place that man under arrest. 
 
 Rake. Let me explain. 
 
 B. H. Not a word. Take him to the guard house, {exit Rake, fol- 
 loived by Corporal. To Venetia) My lady, you can see and talk to 
 the prisoner for a short time. Make your interview as brief as possible, 
 for he has not long to live. [Exit, r. 1 e. 
 
 Enter Bertie, fj-om prison. 
 
 Bert. Venetia ! You here ? I thought you had left Africa. 
 
 Ven. Do you think I could leave Africa knowing that you were under 
 sentence of death? I rode all night from Oran to implore, to beg you 
 to tell them who you are. Thev know not what they do. ^ . 
 
 Bert. They but obey the sentence of the law. Do not regret it; it is 
 better so. 
 
 Ve^. Better that you should die? That blow was struck for me; if 
 you die it is T who have killed you ! 
 
 Bert. Hush ! Hush ! Do not make me die a coward. I cannot tell 
 you a lie, and the truth I will never tell to you. Do not plead for me. 
 Leave me ; it will soon be over. 
 
30 UNDER TWO FLAGS. 
 
 Vrn. Leave you? Never! I will remain with you till the last; and 
 if vou do not si)eak I will. 
 
 J3ERT. It would be useless. I cannot return to England; I was ac- 
 cused 
 
 Ven. {viterruptiyicf). Not by Philip— not by me. 
 
 Brrt. What ! You have never doubted ? 
 
 Vex. Never. I know your honor to ])e as stainless as my own. 
 
 Bekt. Thank God ! Then I can die in peace, i^thetj go up stage.) 
 
 Enter Black Hawk, r. 3 e., with file of soldiers, down r. 
 
 B. H. My lady, make your farewell; you must leave the jmsoner. 
 
 Vbn. {w'ildly). No, you shall not kill him ! You know not who he is. 
 Jle is of my country— a nobleman. I will ai)i)eal to your emi)eror. Give 
 me an hour to seek your marshal. 
 
 B. H. What you ask is impossible. Further entreaty is useless; the 
 law must take its course. 
 
 Ven, An hour's reprieve. 
 
 B. H Impossible. 
 
 Ven, But you do not dream who he is. 
 
 B. H, It matters not. 
 
 Ven. He is an English nobleman ! 
 
 B. H. He is a soldier who has broken the law. Corporal, remove 
 this lady beyond the lines. 
 
 Enter Rocklxgham, quickly, L. 1 e. 
 
 Rock. Hold ! What is the meaning of this! And Venetia, why are 
 you here ? What interest can you have in the life or death of this man ? 
 They say he is of my country; I must see him— speak to him. {tinnis, 
 see.s Bertie) That face ! Speak, man ! Who are you ? 
 
 Bert. Philip! 
 
 Rock, {rushes forward, takes his ha.vd). Cecil ! You still live ! 1 
 thought you dead so long ago ! Thank God, I have found you at last ! 
 Why did you not make yourself known to me, if lost to all the world be- 
 side ? And how is it I find you condemned to death ? 
 
 B. H. Monsieur, make your farewell ; I can wait no longer. 
 
 Rock. I tell you he must not die. As I live you shall not fire. 
 (places himself in front of Bertte) Before your bullets reach this man 
 they must first pass tlu'ough my body. 
 
 Bert, My friend, for my sake— for the sake of our common country 
 and our old love— let us both meet this with courage and with silence 
 
 Rock. Are you mad, to die here like a dog ? What crime have you 
 committed? 
 
 Bert. None, save being moved under insult to act as men of our 
 nation have always acted. 
 
 B. H. Corporal Victor, you have been found guilty of one of the worst 
 crimes known to the Army of Africa. Your sentence has been passed; 
 we are here to execute it. Have you anything to say ? 
 
 Bert. Only this: that a coward, a liar, and a traducer, cannot won- 
 der that men prefer death to submission under insult. Well, I am 
 ready; give your signal. It will be the only kind act you have ever 
 done me. 
 
 B. H. Attention ! 
 
 Ckj. {outside, m distance). Hold ! Hold 1 
 
 B. H. Ready ! 
 
UNDER TWO FLAGS. 
 
 31 
 
 CiG. {outside, nearer). Hold ! Hold ! A pardon ! 
 
 B. H, Aim ! 
 
 CiG. {oulside, still nearer). Hold! Hold! In the name of France, 
 hold ! {she rushes on, r. 1 e., beticeen Bertie and tj'ooj^ers, waving 
 }>ardon as she enters.) 
 
 B. H. Fire ! (Cigarette is shot ; falls c, in Bertie's arms.) 
 
 All. C'lg^areilel {drop 'jnns ; loic vifisic.) 
 
 CiG. A pardon for your corporal ! {holds paper to ward Black Hawk.) 
 
 B. H. {takes paper, looks at it). Where did you get this ? 
 
 CiG. From the Grand Marshal's own hand. 
 
 B. H. Damnation ! {retires up star/e R.) 
 
 Bkut. {kneeling). Child, you have given your life for mine! 
 
 CiG. 'Tis nothing. 1 would have done it for any one of my soldiers. 
 Bniy me where the army i)asses, so that I can hear the trumi)et and the 
 (h-nm; bury— my cross with me — {kisses c7-oss) and tell them in — 
 France— Ah ! if I could only see France once more — Frixnce—{dies. All 
 kneel, e.vcept Black Hawk, with bared heads.) 
 
 Bert. Dead ! Dead ! 
 
 Soldiers. 
 
 Black Hawk. 
 
 Tableau. 
 
 Bertie. 
 
 ClGARETl'E. 
 
 Rockingham. 
 
 Venetia. 
 
 CURTAIN. 
 
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 175 
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 305. 
 285. 
 156. 
 
 82. 
 121. 
 620. 
 ?41. 
 
 23. 
 
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 62. 
 554. 
 
 61. 
 138. 
 217. 
 110. 
 
 50. 
 
 59. 
 
 95. 
 280, 
 181, 
 196. 
 
 255. 
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 132. 
 349. 
 237. 
 183. 
 
 38 
 
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 359. 
 
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 Our Domestics, comdy-farce, 2 acts 6 6 
 
 Our Heroes, military play, 5 acts. . 24 5 
 
 Out at Sea, drama, 6 acts 16 5 
 
 Overlaud Route, comedy, 3 acts. . . 11 5 
 
 Pair of Slioes (A), farce, 1 act 4 3 
 
 Partners for Life, comedy, 3 acts. . 7 4 
 Peace at auy J>rice, farce, 1 act. . . 11 
 
 Peep o' Day, drama, 4 acts 20 7 
 
 Peggy Green, farce, 1 act 3 10 
 
 Peumark Abbey,melodrama,3 acts. 12 1 
 Poppletou's Little Pets, comediet- 
 ta, 1 act 4 3 
 
 Petticoat Parliament, extravaganza, 
 
 1 act 15 24 
 
 Philomel, romantic drama, 3 acts.. 6 4 
 
 Photographic Fix, farce, 1 act 3 2 
 
 Pickiug up the Pieces, com'etta,la. 1 1 
 
 Plot aad Passion, drama, 3 acts. ..7 2 
 
 Poll and Partner Joe,burlesque,la.lO 3 
 
 Poor Pillicoddy, farce, 1 act 2 3 
 
 Poppleton's Predicaments, farce,la. 3 6 
 
 Porter's Knot, drama, 4 acts 8 2 
 
 Post Boy, drama, 2 acts 5 3 
 
 Pretty Horse-Breaker, farce, 1 act. 3 10 
 
 Pretty Piece of Busiuesa,oomedy, la 2 3 
 
 182. Queen Mary, drama, 4 acts. .38 8 
 Queerest Courtship (The), comic 
 
 operetta, 1 act 1 1 
 
 Quiet Family, farce, 1 act 4 4 
 
 Quite at Home, comedietta, 1 act. . 5 2 
 Kace for a Dinner, farce, 1 act. . .10 
 
 Red Letter Day, farce comedy. 4a.l0 2 
 
 Regular Fix (A), farce, 1 act 6 4 
 
 Richelieu, play, 5 acts 16 2 
 
 Rightful Heir, drama, 5 acts 12 2 
 
 Roll of the Drum, drama, 3 acts. . . 9 3 
 
 Romeo and Juliet, tragedy, 5 acts. . 18 .5 
 
 Romeo on a Gridiron, monologue. 1 
 
 Rosemi Shell, burlesque. 4 scenes. 6 3 
 
 Rough Diamond (The), farce, 1 act 6 3 
 
 Rum, drama, 3 acts 7 4 
 
 ♦Russian Honeymoon, comedy, 3a. 4 3 
 
 Ruy Bias, drama, 4 acts 12 4 
 
 Sarah 'c Young Man, fai'ce, 1 act. . . 3 3 
 
 School, comedy, 4 acts 6 6 
 
 School for Scandal, comedy, 5 acts. 13 4 
 
 Scrap of Paper (A) comic drama, 3a. 6 6 
 
 SheepinWolfs Clothing, drama.la. 7 4 
 
 She Stoops to Conquer,comedy, 6a.l5 4 
 
 Silent Protector, farce, 1 act 3 2 
 
 Silent Woman, farce, 1 act 2 1 
 
 Single MiU'ried Man (The), comic 
 
 operetta, 1 act 6 2 
 
 .Si.sterly Service, comedietta, 1 act. 7 2 
 
 Six Months Ago, comedietta, 1 act. 2 1 
 
 Slasher and Crasher, farce, 1 act.. 5 2 
 
 Snapping Turtles, duologue, 1 act. 1 1 
 
 Society, comedy, 3 acts . .16 5 
 
 Sold Again, comic operetta, 1 act.. 3 1 
 
 Sparking, comedietta, 1 act 1 2 
 
 Special Performances, farce, 1 act. 8 3 
 Still Waters Run Deep.comedy, 3a 9 2 
 Sweethearts, dramatic contrast, 2a. 2 2 
 Tail (Tale) of a Shark, musical mon- 
 ologue, 1 scene 1 
 
 M.P. 
 
 Taming a Tiger, farce, 1 act 3 
 
 Tell-Tale Heart, comedietta, 1 act. 1 2 
 
 Tempest in a Teiipot, comedy, 1 act 2 1 
 
 Tempest Tossed, drama, 4 acts.... 6 5 
 Ten Nights in a Bar Room, drama, 
 
 5 acts 11 5 
 
 There's no Smoke without Fire, 
 
 comedietta, 1 act 1 2 
 
 Thrice Married, personation, 1 act. 6 1 
 
 Thumping Legacy (A), 1 act 7 1 
 
 Ticket of Leave Man, drama, 4 acts 9 3 
 
 Time and the Hour, drama, 3 acts, 7 3 
 
 Time and Tide, drama, 4 acts 7 5 
 
 Timothy to the Rescue, farce, 1 act 4 2 
 'Tis Better to Live than to Die, 
 
 farce, 1 act 2 1 
 
 Tompkins the Troubadour,farce,la 3 2 
 
 Toodles (The), drama. 2 acts 10 2 
 
 To Oblige Benson, comedietta.l act 3 2 
 
 Trying It On, farce, 1 act.. . 3 3 
 
 True, play, 1 act 3 2 
 
 Turning the Tables, farce, 1 act. . . 5 3 
 
 Turn Him Out, farce, 1 act 5 2 
 
 Tweedie's Rights, comedy, 2 acts. 4 2 
 
 Twice Killed, farce. 1 act 6 3 
 
 'Twixt Axe and Crown, play, 5 acts.24 13 
 
 Twin Sisters, comic operetta, 1 act 2 2 
 
 Two Bonnycastles, farce, 1 act ... 3 3 
 
 Two Buzzards (The), farce, 1 act... 3 ? 
 Two Gay Deceivers, farce, 1 act.... 3 
 
 Two Pofts, farce, 1 act 4 i 
 
 Two Roses (The), comedy, 3 acts.. 7 4 
 
 Two Thorns (The), comedy, 4 acts. 9 4 
 
 Ulster (The), jarce-comedy, 3 acts. 11 7 
 
 Uncle Dick's Darling, drama,3acts 6 5 
 
 Uncle's Will, comedietta, 1 act 2 1 
 
 Up for tlu^ Cattle Show, farce, 1 act 6 2 
 
 Vandyke Brown, farce, 1 act 3 3 
 
 Veteran of 1812, military drama,5a.l2 2 
 
 Volunteer Review, farce, 1 act 6 6 
 
 Walpole, com«dy in rhyme 7 2 
 
 Wanted, a Young Lady, farce, 1 act 2 1 
 Wanted, One Thousand Spirited 
 
 Young Milliners, farce, 1 act.... 3 7 
 
 Warm Reception (A),com'etta, 1 act 3 2 
 
 War to the Knife, comedy, 3 acts.. 5 4 
 
 What Tears can do, com'etta, 1 act 3 "2 
 When Greek Meets Greek, ''omedi- 
 
 etta. 2acts 2 2 
 
 Which of the Two? com'etta, 1 act. 2 10 
 
 Who Killed Cock Robin ? farce, 2a. 2 2 
 
 Who's Who? farce, 1 act... 3 2 
 
 Widow Hunt, comedy, 3 acts 4 4 
 
 Widow (The), comedy, 3 acts 7 6 
 
 Wife by Advertisement, farce, 1 act 4 3 
 William TeA with aVengeance, bur- 
 lesque, 1 act 8 2 
 
 Window Curtain, monologue 1 
 
 Woman in Red, drama, 4 acts 6 8 
 
 Woman's Vows and Masons' Oaths, 
 
 drama, 4 acts 10 4 
 
 Woodcock's LittleGame, farce, 2acts 4 4 
 Wrong Man in the Right Place (A), 
 
 farce, 1 act 2 3 
 
 Young Collegian (The), 1 act 3 3 
 
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 49. Niffht in a Strange Hotel, Ethiopian 38 
 
 sketch 2 74. 
 
 132. Noble Savage, Eth. sketch 4 1 46. 
 
 153. Noiah's Good Bye, Irish musical 69. 
 
 sketch 2 1 56 
 
 145. No Pay No Cure, Eth. sketch 5 72. 
 
 22, Obeying Orders. Eth. sketch .2 1 13. 
 
 27, 100th Night of Hamlet, Eth. sketch 7 1 16, 
 
 125i. Oh, nushl operatic olio, 3 ficsnes. i 1 7 
 
 Sa Olid Ki^ht ia a Bar-OojiBi, Eth, 121 
 
 sketch 7 
 
 114 One Night iu a Medical College 1 54. 
 
 Eth. sketch 7 I 47. 
 
 76. One, Two, Three, Eth. sketch 7 54. 
 
 91. Painter's Apprentice, Eth. farce... 5 100. 
 87. Pete and the Peddler, Eth. and ]02. 
 
 Irish sketch 2 1 34. 
 
 135. Pleasant Companions, Eth. sketch. 5 1 
 
 92. Polar Bear, Eth. farce 4 1 122. 
 
 9. Policy Players. Eth. sketch 7 2, 
 
 57. Pompey's Patients, Eth. interlude, 104. 
 
 2 scenes 6 5. 
 
 65. Porter's Troubles, sketch 6 1 28. 
 
 66. Port Wine vs. Jealousy, sketch. ..2 1 
 
 115, Private Boarding, farce 3 3 156. 
 
 14. Recruiting Office. Eth. sketch 5 134. 
 
 105. Rehearsal (The), Irish farce, 2 sc. 4 2 62. 
 
 45. Remittance from Home, Ethiopian 32. 
 
 sketch 6 
 
 55. Rigging a Purchase, Eth. sketch.. 3 39. 
 
 81. Rival Artists, Eth. sketch. 4 75. 
 
 26. Rival Tenants, EtJl. sketch 4 93. 
 
 138. Rival Barbers' Shops, Eth. farce ..61 29. 
 
 15. Sam's Courtship, Eth. farce 2 1 97. 
 
 59. Sausage Makers, Eth. sketch, 2 sc. 5 1 137. 
 
 21. Scampini, pantomime, 2 scenes. . 6 3 143. 
 
 160. Scenes in Front of a Clothing Store, 99. 
 
 farce.. ... 7 1 
 
 80. Scenes on the Mississippi, Eth. 85. 
 
 sketch, 2 scenes 6 116, 
 
 84. Serenade (The), Eth. sketch, 2 sc. 7 
 
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 Siamese Twins, Eth. sketch, 2 sc.. 5 
 Sleepwalker, Eth. sketch, 2 scenes 3 
 
 Slippery Day, Eth. sketch 6 1 
 
 Squire for a Day, Eth. sketch 5 1 
 
 Stage-struck Couple, Eth. interlude 2 1 
 
 Strangers, Eth. burlesque. 1 ■» 
 
 Streets of New York, sketdi 6 
 
 Storming the Port, sketch . . .... 5 
 
 Stupid Seavavt, sketch 2 
 
 Stocks Up! (8bw:feo Doisiiil Bllt 
 
 farce 2 
 
 Sulphur Bath, Eth. Ikrce 3 
 
 Take It, Don't Take It, Eth. skelcL 2 
 
 Them Papers, Eth. sketch 3 
 
 Three Chiefs, Eth. sketch, 2 scenes 6 
 Three A. M., sketch, 2 scenes. ... 3 1 
 Three Strings to one Bow, Eth. 
 
 sketch 4 1 
 
 Ticket Taker, Eth. farce 2 
 
 Tricks, Eth. sketch 5 2 
 
 Two AMfuls, Eth. sketch 5 
 
 Two Black Roses. Etli. sketch... . 4 1 
 Uncle Eph's Dream, Eth. sketch, 2 
 
 scenes 3 1 
 
 United States Mail. Eth. larce 2 2 
 
 Unlimited Cheek. Eth. sketch 4 1 
 
 Vinegar Bitters, tth. sketch 6 1 
 
 Wake up, William Henry, Eth. 
 
 sketch 3 
 
 Wanted, a Nurse, sketch 4 
 
 Weston, theWalkest, Dutch sketch 7 1 
 
 What Shall I Take ? Eth. farce 7 1 
 
 Who Died First? Eth. sketch... .31 
 
 Who's the Actor? Eth. farce 4 
 
 Whose Baby is it? Eth. sketch ..21 
 WonderfiTl Telephone, Eth. sketch 4 1 
 Wrong Woman in the Right Place, 
 
 sketch, 2 scenes 2 2 
 
 Young Scamp. Eth. sketch 3 
 
 Zacharias' Funeral, Eth. farce 6 
 
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