782. G K 28o >812 hber 278.] COMPLETE ACTING EDITION. [One Penny. 8 DICKS’ STANDARD PLAYS, f OF AGE TO-MORROW. BY T. DJBD1N. [See Page 5.] NEW AND COMPLETE EDITION-PRICE ONE PENNY. LONDON : J. DICKS, 313, STRAND ; AND ALL BOOKSELLERS. NEW YORK: SAMUEL FRENCH & SON, 122 , NASSAU STREET.— SOLE AGENTS. I ADVERTISEMENTS, DICKS’ STANDARD PLAYS. Price On© Penny each.. 1. — OTHELLO. William Shakspere 2. — THE SCHOOL TOR SCANDAL. R B. .Sheridau 3. -WERNER. Lord Byron 4. —SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER. Oliver Goldsmith 6.— THE GAMESTER. Edward Moore 6. — KING LEAR. William Shakspere 7. — A NEW WAY TO PAY OLD DEBTS. Phillip Massinger 8. -THE ROAD TO RUIN. T. Holcroft 9. MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR. William Shakspere lO.-THE IRON CHEST. George Colman, the Younger 1 1 .—HAMLET. William Shakspere. 12. — THE STRANGER. Benj. Thomson 13. — MERCHANT OF VENICE. William Shakspere 14. — THE HONEYMOON. John Tobin 15. — PIZARRO. R. B. Sheridan 16. — THE MAN Of the WORLD. Charles Mack 1 in 17. — MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING. William Shaksrere 18. — THE RIVALS. R. B. Sheridan 19. — DAMON & PYTHIAS. JolinBanim 20. — MACBETH. William Shakspere 21. — JOHN BULL. George Colman, the Younger 22. — FAZIO. Rev. W. H. Milman 23. — SPEED the PLOUGH. Thos. Morton 24 — JANE SHORE. Nicholas Rowe 25 -EVADNE. Lalor Sheil 2 5.— ANTON Y& CLEOPATRA. Shakspere 2 17 .—THE WONDER. Mrs. Ceutlivre 28. — THE MILLER AND KIS MEN. I. Po ock 29. — THIS JEALOUS WIFE. George Col- man. the Younger 30. — TKERESE. John Kerr 31. — BRUTUS. John Howard Pa vne 32. — THE MAID OF HONOUR. Phillip Massinger « 33. — A WINTER’S TALE. W. Shakspere 34. — THE POOR GENTLEMAN. George Colman. the Youuger 35. — CASTLE SPECTRE. M. Lewis 36. — THE HEIR-AT-LAW. G. Colman, the Ymmger 37. — LOVE IN A VILLAGE. 1. Bicker staff 33.— A TALE of MYSTERY. T. Holcroft 39. — DOUGLAS. John Home 40. — THE CRITIC. It. B. Sheridan 41. — GEORGE BARNWELL. < ieorge Lillo 42. — THE GRECIAN DAUGHTER. A. Morphy 43. — AS YOU LIKE IT. Wiu. Shakspere 44. — CATO. Joseph Addison 46.— THE BEGGARS’ OPERA. John Gay 46 —ISABELLA. T. Southern 4 7.— THE REVENGE. Edward Young 48. — THE LORD OF THE MANOR. Charles D.hd n. f tin 49. — ROMEO AND JULIET. William Shakspere 60 — SARDANAPALUS. Lord Byron 61. — THE HYPOCRITE. Isaac l Maker staff 62. — VENICE PRESERVED. T Otway 63. — THE PROVOKED HUSBAND. V n br.gl: am. Cibber 64. — THE CLANDESTINE MARRIAGE. G. Colman and D. Garrick 65. — THE FAIR PENITENT. N. Rows 66. — TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. William Shakspere 57.— FATAL CURIOSITY. George Lillo 58 —THE BELLE'S STRATAGEM. Mr*. Cowley 59.— MANFRED. Lord Byron 60— RULE A WIFE & HAVE A WIFE. David Garrick 61. — BERTRAM. Rev. C. Maturin 62. — THE WHEEL Of FORTUNE. Richard Cumberland 63. — THE DUKE OF MILAN. P. Massinger 64. — THE GOOD - NATUSED MAN. Oliver Goldsmith 65. — KING JOHN William Shakspere 66. — THE BEAUX’ STRATAGEM. (5 Farquhar 67. — ARDEN OF FAVERSHAM. g. Liliu 68. — A T a IP TO SCARBOROUGH. Li. Li Sheridau 69. — LADY JANE GREY. N. Rowe 70. — ROB ROY. I. Poonck 71. — ROMAN FATHER. W. Whitehead 72. — THE PROVOKED WIFE. Sir J.,ku Vanbrugh 73. — THE TWO FOSCARI. Lord Byron 74. — FOUNDLING OF THE FOREST. W. Diamond 75. — ALL THE WORLD’S A STAGE. Isaac Jackman 76. — RICHARD THE THIRD. Shakspere 77. — A BOLD STROKE FOR A WIFE. Mrs. Ceutlivre 78. — CASTLE OF SORRENTO. Gorge Heart well 79. — THE INCONSTANT. G. Farquhar 80. — GUY M ANNE RING. Daniel Terry 81. — THE B JSY-BODY. Mrs. Cent' iv re 82. — UNDER THE EARTH. Anonymous 83. — ALEXANDER THE GREAT. N. hue 84. — THE LIAR. Samuel Foote 85. — THE BROTHERS. R Cumberland 86. — WAY OF THE WORLD. William Congreve 87. — CYM3SLINE. William Shakspere 88. — SHE WOULD AND SHE WOULD NOT. CM ley Ciboer 89. — DESERTED DAUGHTER. Thoriia* Holcroft 90. — WIVES AS THEY WERE, ETC. Sir*. Inohbald 91. — EVERY MAN IN HIS HUMOUR. Dav.d Garrick 92. - MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM. William Shakspere 93. — TAMERLANE. Nicholas Rowe 94. — A BOLD STROKE FOR A HUS- BAND. Mr-. Cuwloy 95. - JULIUS CJE3AR. Wm. Shakspere 96. — ALL FOR LOVE. John Dryden 97. - THE TiJiHPEST. Win. Shakspere 93.— RICHARD CCEUR DE LION. General Burgoyne 99. — TliS MOURNING BRIDE. William Congreve 100. THE BASHFUL MAN. M-moiietf 101. — BARBAROSSA. Jotin Brown IU2. THE CURFEW. Johu Tom* OF AGE. TO-MORROW. A. MUSICAL ENTERTAINMENT, IN TWO ACTS.— BY T. DIBDIN. [See page 5. Costumes anb Cast of tfje Characters. As performed at the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane, 1812, fc RICK Bannister) . — First dress: erm : ,n hussar full dress. Se ond dress: A hair resser. Tmra dress: German invalid, with ? ver one eye. Fourth dress : An old lady. * f th dress : Same as first dress. y BARON PIFFLEBERG (Mr. Penson) - Green at rm hnff h h ntla u frock T^ utf waistcoat— hunting E^d^Sw" 4 l6ather overa JIs white FRIZ (Mr. Haddock). — Hair-dresser’s suit. ° 0at ’ Wl “ t<5 re- t ? Vhitl U] ^ a AG K (i¥rS ’ Sparkes). — First rs; SsS,“£ aa SOPHIA (Miss Poole ). — White muslin. MARIA ( Miss Kelly) . — Buff merino dress — white slip— cap and ribbons— chambermaid’s blue satin apron— black satin shoes. STAGE DIRECTIONS. Exits and Entrances —R. means Right: L r^U Pc, K\ 1)oor in Flat; R - O- Door; D. D. Left Door; S. E. Second Entrance; U. E Upper Entrance; M. D. Middle Door; L U E Left Upper Entrance ; R. U. E. Right Upper En- trance ;L>. S. E+Left Second Entrance ; P. 8, Prompt Side ; O. P. Opposite Prompt. t ?x ELA J IV £ Positions. — R. means Right ; L. C ; c ± enire ; R- C. Right of Centre; L. C. Left of Centre. R* RC. a LG. L. *** The Render is supposed to he on the Stage , facing the Audience. 2 OF AGE TO-MORROW. ACT I. SCENE I.— The "hall of an hotel — several doors lead- ing to different a2iartments — a window, c. Enter MARIA, r. d. TRIO.— MARIA, FREDERICK, and MOLKUS. Maria rings a hell, l. Mar. (r.) Bless me ! where’s the fellow staying, My lady’s coffee thus delaying ? Enter FREDERICK, l. Fre. (c.) Hark’ee, damsel. Mar. Molkus!— How the varlet stands hum- drumming. Enter MOLKUS, L., with a tea-tray , Mol . (l.) Here am I, so fast I’m coming ! Fre. Pray, miss, listen, only hear me. Mar. How he .stands, and won’t come near me. Mol. For de cash I do what I could. Mar. How the blockhead makes me wait ! Mol. How her ladyship will scold ! Fre. { Taking out a purse.) How he eyes the tempting bait ! Mol. How I wish I had dat gold ! Mar. Give it me and ceas your prating. Fre. There s a secret you can tell me. Mar. Keeping people thus in waiting ! Fre, Tnis is yours if once you tell me. All. Keeping people thus in waiting. (Maria takes the tray, and exit , r. d, Molkus is going, l.) Fre. (r. c,) My dear friend, never mind that girl ; I want to know— Mol. (l. c.) You want to know — yes, I can tell you, and you can pay. Fre. Yes, here! (Giving a purse.) Who are the ladies I have seen in the hotel ? Mol. Dat is impossible to be told, you have seen so many. Fre. But the ladies who are here now ? Mol. Dere is nobody here now, so I will tell de secret. De first lady is Lady Maria, de chamber- maid ; de next is de old Lady Brumback — Fre . Pshaw ! I mean the angel ! Mol. Ah, de angel ! de augel hang over de door, it be de sign of de house, and is as black as de tevil. Fre. D imn the door ! I mean the angel with the Grecian face, lily-bloom, and a neck as graceful as the swan’s. Mol. Dere is de swan with two graceful necks in de next street. Fre. I mean the young lady— who is she ? Mol. She is my young mistress. Fre. And her name— Mol. Her name is de name of her moder. Fre. Do you know nothing more ? Mol. Yes ; I know — Fre. What, my good fellow ?— What do you know ? Mol. I know dat if I stand shatter here, my breakfast vill be spoil — and lam hungry, for I never eat nothing before my breakfast. [Exit, l. .. Fre, Pretty information, faith! How the deuce shall I contrive to see the dear girl with whom I am in love to distraction? ( Peeping through the keyhole.) Here’s a green sofa, but nobody on it —a large glass but nobody before it : that’s odd, since there are women in the room. (Going to- wards the door, l.) — E gad ! I’ll take t’other peep. Enter MARIA suddenly, b., and runs against him. Mar. I hope I haven’t hurt you, sir? Fre. Only with you eyes— I have been in love with you these seven years, have discovered you at last, and now am dying to know the name of — Mar. Oh, sir! my name is Maria, at your service. Fre. I knew that, my dear, half a year ago — but it is your young mistress’s name I want to know. Mar. Aud is it customary, when a young gentle- man has been in love seven years with the maid, to want to know the name of the mistress ? Fre. Oh, yes !— that is a rule with me. Mar. Pray, sir, where may you have seen this young lady, whose name you are so anxious to know ? Fre. At church, yesterday, for the first time. Mar, The acqu i itance is rather young. Fre. Well, and she is young, and I am young, and I shall love her for ever. Mar. Such constancy is unusual iu gentlemen of your age. This reminds me of my faithless swain — ah ! I had a sweetheart once myself, and when another attracted him — Fre. Another attract him from you ! — impos- sible ! — what could he say for himself ? Mar. He said nothing j but I’ll tell you what said to him. SONG— MARIA. While I hang on your hosom, distracted to lose you , High swells my sad heart , and fast my tears flow. Yet think not of coldness they fail to accusS you. Did I ever upbraid you ? Oh ! no, my love, no ! I own it would please me, at home could you tarry , Nor e'er feel a mishfrom Maria to go ; But if to give pleasure to you, my dear Harry, Shall I blame your departure ? Oh! no, my love, no! Now do not, dear Hal, while abroad you are staying. That heart, which is mine, on a rival bestow ; Nay, banish that fy own, such displeasure betraying , Do you think I suspect you ? Oh! no, my love, no! I believe you too kind for one moment to grieve me, Or plant in a heart, which ado> es you, such woe ; Yet should you dishonour my truth, and deceive me. Should I e'er cease to love you ? Oh ! n o, my love, no! Fre. Faithless, indeed ! — quite the reverse of me! and now, my bewitching liitle chambermaid, tell your charming mistress that I have neither father nor mother, that my fortune is large, I shall be of age to-morrow, aud then Frederick, Baron Williuhurst, may do as he pleases. Mar. Now, if my mistress could do as she pleased — Fre. She would marry me, of course. Mar. Why, I clou t know— you are not very ugly — you say you are very rich— and I'm sure you OF AGE TO-MORROW. don’t want assurance — so you have some chance of success. Fre. Well, then, take this letter — Mar. (Turning it hastily.) It is not directed to anybody. Fre. Give it to the lady, and tell her — Mar. That being your own master to-morrow, you will marry her the next day. Fre. The next day .'—the same day 1 — the mo- nieut I quit minority, I’ll submit to government. Mar. I hat’s almost impossible. Fre. How so ? Mar. Because, when the niece marries, the aunt, according to the will of a rich relation, forfeits half of her fortune ; besidis which, she wants to go to church herself with a husband for the third time, and is so fearful of her niece’s meeting a lover, that she scarcely permits her to be seen. Fre. But I will see her; I am glad that her aunt locks her up, that I may convince her of my atfection by setting her free ; so, pray, take this letier. Mar. Not T. If you are certain of an interview, give it to her yourself. lu the meantime I’ll say what I can for you, because I think I shall do my mistress a service by it — yet you’ll find it difficult to deceive that invalid you saw ju t now, he is an attached old servant, and lost his arm endeavour- ing to preserve my lady’s late husband, who was killed in battle, and when my master fell, you see — and I forgot — farewell ! Fre. But won’t you tell me her name ? Mar. No— not I. DUET. — FREDERICK and MARIA. Fre. Tell me, you hussey , fell me truly — Tell me the name of your lady ?—pray. Mar. Lud, sir, I vow, you're quite unruly, I’ll call my mistress if you stay. Fre. I'll hiss till you tell — you struggle vainly. Mar. If you suppose a kiss will fright— Believe me, when I tell you plainly , You’ll only have to stay all night. Fre. Tell me, hussey, tell me truly. Won’t you tell me ? Mar. No. Fre. If ever , Love found the way to that flinty heart, You’d relent. Mar. Who, I ? no, never! Wise as you came you may depart. Fre. Merry sounds the gold and silver chinking ; Listen to the music they can play. Mar. Little looks the man who meanly thinking : For riches a girl would her trust betray. * Fre. Glitt’ring toys, rich silks , fine laces, Spring from the magic of this purse. Mar. Tattling maids will lose their places . Fre. Then come to me. Mar. Oh ! that’s much worse. [Exeunt, l. d. SCENE II. — Lady Brumback’s apartment — a table, R. c. — a dressing-glass — two chairs — a dressing- gown and a mask. Erter SOPHIA, r. d. Fop. Dear, dear, how distressing it is to be for 3 ever confined. The birds that sing around my window are happier by far ! Their sprightly notes make me envy their li> e ty, and at night the mournful song of the n ghtiugale adds to my melancholy. SONG. — SOPHIA. Delightful Freedom ! by whose power. Content, we pass the fleeting hour. From magic torches we may trace Thy influence o’er the mind, the face, Whate’er the ills our lot befall, Thou hast the skill to charm them all . In vain spring’ s livid hues combine, To give the world a i n div ne : Depriv d of thee, her colours fly Unheeded by the captive eye — Confinement poisons every joy. Makes every earthly pleasure cloy ; While liberty enhances high Each bliss we boast beneath the sky. Enter MARIA, c. d. f. Sop. Ah, Maria, what is to-day ? Mar. Monday. Sop. What a pity ! — ’twill be so long till Sunday again. Mar. Sunday ! Oh, what, do you wish to go out ? Sop. Yes, I want to go to church. Mar. So do most unmarried ladies — but I know a young gentleman, whose devotions are equally fervent, and who thinks you so handsome. Sop. I’m sure nobody thinks me handsome, but my aunt’s sweetheart, old Baron Piffleberg, and he’s afraid to tell me so in her presence. Mar. But this young gentleman will tell you so before all the world. Sop. You joke surely. Mar. Upon my honour, no ; he wants to marry you— besides he’s rich, and a baron— he saw you at church, and has been here to inquire your name — and when I told him I would speak of him to you, he was so delighted — Sop. Was he, indeed ? Mar. Yes, so delighted, that he gave me twe ty kisses. Sop. Um! — that was no proof of his love for me. Mar. May be not — but it was vastly pleasant for all that. Sop. But how is this to end?— We must soon leave this hotel. Mar. Not so soon, perhaps— the romance be- tween your aunt and the old Baron grows serious — in the mean time, you and the young Baron will — well, well, nobody knows what may happen : and when you are Lady Willi uhurst, I perhaps shall marry the Baron’s gentleman. Sop. Yes ; but in that case, the young Baron must not give you any more proofs of his aff.ction for me. Mar. Hush ! your aunt is coming. Enter LADY BRUMBACK, c. D. f. Lady B. Bless me, child, whyyou look as healthy and as red as a dairy -maid. Sop. I have slept well. Lady B. But you should not sleep well— it does 4 OF AGS TO-MORROW. not become a young woman of fashion to sleep well. Heaven be praised, I never had the appear- ance of enjoying one healthy hour. But go to your chamber, I expect company— no pouting — go, I tell you. ( Exit Sophia, r. d.) Maria, hasn’t Baron Piffleberg been here yet ? Mar. He’s gone a shooting, madam. Lady B. Poor man ! — his distressed mind on my account keeps him from resting — he professes an affection for me — I must relent — yes, Maria, I must have him — besides, I have a niece to provide for. Mar. Your ladyship may soon rid yourself of the c^re of her. Enter Waiter , l. d. Waiter. Baron Piffleberg to wait on your lady- ship. Lady B. Show him in. ( Exit waiter, L.) Maria, retire — it would be indelicate to have a witness of our tender interview. Mar. Certainly, madam. (Aside.) Yours will be a tender interview with a witness, for all that. [Exit, R. D. Enter Waiter and BARON PIFFLEBERG, l. d. Waiter. The Baron, my lady. [Exit, L. D. Baron P. Lady Brumback, good morrow !— Haven’t sprung more beautiful game the whole season than your ladyship — I have been brushing away the dew this morning. Lady B. Sweet pastoral idea! brushing away the dew ! You are acquainted with the poets ? Baron P. No — I never keep low company. Lady B. But only poetry — Baron P. D -n poetry ! — nothing like shooting and hunting — I never could make but one verse in my life, and that was thumping and dumpling !— No, the chase for my money ! — found a fine fox yesterday — followed him up— dashed through the stream — gave the view holloa! yoicks ! ran him into a farm-yard — jumped into a well bucket — old Towler into the other — up and down they went like a pair of balances ; and poor Reynard was killed by the clodhoppers to save him from drowning. Lady B. Aud this you call sport P Baron P. To be sure I do ; I’ve seen enough of it in my time to be a pretty good judge. SONG.— BARON PIFFLEBERG. When, my very first day, to the field I had got, 1 discovered great natural parts as a shot; My spaniel had put up a snipe from a hog ; — J niiss'd it, I own — hut I brought down Hie dog. Down, derry down. So keen mv first hunt, I brush'd over the grounds, 1 decidedly distanc’d the fox and the hounds ; A ud I leap’d my first hedge, v)ith so earnest a mind, 'Phat I left a fine gelding I rode on, behind. Down, derry down. But time and experience have rendered me cool, And 1 coiuxsel young sportsmen to think of this rulc—r When you go out a shooting, don’t shoot your dog dead, And, in riding a horst, don’t fiy over h>s head. Down, derry down. Now hear an old jockey his passion impart ; At your person I aim — and would fain hit your heart; And for your estate, though with rapture I view it, As affording good sport— yet I’ll never run through it. Down, derry down. Baron P. I’m a plain talker, my lady; but honest and staunch as one of my own pointers. Come, to-morrow shall be the wedding, and next day we’ll off full speed into the country — yoicks ! Lady B. Not so fast, Mr. Spor sman, there are yet, sir, a thousand things to be considered. Baron P. Nine hundred and ninety- nine too many. Lady B. And a thousand little ways to be made use of. Baron P. I don’t like little ways. Lady B. For once, sir. I’ll have my way ! The heroines of romance knew how to manage these affairs with a proper degree of delicate eccentricity, and so will I ; let us meet to-nightin the garden— at midnight I shall expect you— here is the key. Baron P. But why in ihe garden ? Lady B. I shall never teach you refinement. Baron P. (Aside.) No, not if I can help it. Lady B. The sweet warbling nightingale. Baron P. Don’t sing at present. Lady B. The silver moon will light us through the cool shade. Baron P. Then the almanacks tell a d — d lie ; the moon does not shine in if. till next week, and the cool shade will give me the gout. Lady B. A true love is proof against all appre- hensions. Baron P. May he so — but if I haven’t my natural rest at night, I an’t worth a charge of powder and shot the next day. Lady B. Your barbarous ideas are enough to annihilate a heart of the least susceptibility. Baron P. Whew ! I tell you what, my lady, if you keep doubling in that manner, I shall be thrown out. Lady B. TJnpolished animal ! Baron P. There again ! — now I’m an animal ! — come — I see how it is — I have been standing shilly- shally here, when I ought to — ( Attempts to kiss her — she screams.) Enter. SOPHIA and MARIA, r. d. Sop. Dear aunt, what is the matter ? Lady B. Show that unrefined wretch the door instantly. Mar. Sure the young Baron ha’n’t been boister- ous ? Baron P. Young ! d — n me, I’m as old and as t< >ugh as a badger ! When shall I call again* my lady? Lady B. Never !.— Hence, monster !— Out of my sight ! Baron P. Well, I brush then ; and if I must quite lose sight of the game, I’ll break cover my- self, and run down to my country’ seat in a chivy — Yoicks ! Yoicks ! [Exit, l. d. Lady B. Is he gone then, and without throwing himself at my feet ? Sop. If a lover of my mine were to serve me so, I’d discharge him on the spot. Lady B. ifou a lovei^ indeed!— Take care, child, OF AGE TO-MORROW a lover is a crafty being:, tliat will take advantage of your weakness. Sop. Indeed ! Lady B. A lover is a second Proteus, he will insinuate himself in different shapes. Ente)' FREDERICK, disguised as a hair-dresser, L. D. Ere. I beg pardon — am I right ? Mar. (Aside.) Yes, and my lady is right. — A lover comes in all shapes. Lady B. Whom do yon look for, friend ? Fre. For the amiable and all accomplished Lady Brumback. Lady B. I am Lady Brumback. Mar. (Apart to Sophia.) Miss, 'tis the young Baron. Sop. Lear, dear, how glad I am ! Lady B. Clad ! who’s glad ? what’s she glad of? Mar.. She’s glad that lovers are so ingenious. Lady B. She’s glad ! but pray, sir, what is your business with Lady Brumback ? Fre. I wish to have the honour of dressing your ladyship's hair. Lady B. I have a liair-dresser already. Fre. Your ladyship is incontestably right — you ate engaged to as elegant a frizeur as ever stood behind a wig block. Your eugagememt is to my master, Mr. Friz, who has met with a shocking accideut, and seuds me in his stead. Lady B. An accident, young man ! — Pray what ha3 happened? Fre. I knew the elegant sympathetic inatability of your ladyship would be alarmed. My master, in the very act of running up stairs to my lady Betty Bo whig’ s dressing-room, with a pair of hot irons in the one hand, and a patent perriwiginthe other — steps awkward, and staircase dark — tumbles over a d — d bannister, and breaks his leg. Lady B. Poor fellow ! I wish there were no bannisters n the world. Fre. In that case, I shouldn’t have the honour of waiting upon your ladyship. Lady B. Maria, bring me my powdering gown. (Maria places a chair, and helps her on with the gown — she sits — Frederick begins dressing her hair,) Have you been long in the profession ? Fre. I’ll tell your ladyship ? SONG— FREDERICK. In France I attended the dames and noblesse, And twisted their curls to the pink of the fashion, While many a beau, by my talent for dress, Took heart, through his head, to discover his pas- sion ; Till the grand revolution defeated my jobs, Set each head running round, that the deuce could not stop it, So T left 'em, for fear their political nobs Might look after mine, and be tempted to crop it ! I travell’d to Holland, in hopes that Mynheer Would permit me to mould with some taste his rough features ; But the Dutch, with their dams, gave me reason to fear, They would sooner be d— d* than look like human creatures, In England awhile I attempted to stay , A nd business, at first, was so great , ’twould amazt ye; But soon I left off, for the rage of the day Chang’d from powder , or crop, to low comedy jazy. Now in Germany settled, your ladyship's slave, No part of / y business is ever neglected; I can chat with the ladies, look merry or grave , Or a billet-doux carry, where’er ’tis directed. Half the world I have travers’d, and find to my cost , I No matter to what spot or clime one convey’d is — i For time in all nations is only time lost, Unless ’tis expended in pleasing the ladies. (During the song, he keeps on powder- ing her head ; as she holds up a mask to keep off the powder, he slips a letter into Maria’s hand , and she conveys it to Sophia.) Lady B. You are partial to the ladies, then ? Fre. I adore them all but forget them entirely in the company of so refined and accomplished a person as your ladyship. Lady B. Maria— give me a glass ! — (Turning and observing Sophia reading.) — What’s that? Sop. (Confused.) This, ma’am— oh, this is— it is £1— Mar. It’s a paper. (Lady B. snatches it from Sophia.) Fre. (Taking it out of Lady Brumback's hands with the curling-tongs.) Wliat, sure, it’s the letter I had just now in the powdering-bag. Lady. B. Letter ! what letter ? Fre. I hope your ladyship won’t betray me : it’s a letter I was entrusted with to deliver to Lady — Lady Swap — Lady B. Lady Svvapendorff, I’ll be sworn. Fre. Your ladyship is right — she’s married, you know. Lady B. Married !— she’s divorced. Fre. (l. c.) Oh, yes, of course— divorce follows marriage, as naturally as marriage follows court- ship. Lady B. I should like vastly te hear that letter. Sop. (r.) And so should I. Mar. There— my young lady would like to hear it — and I should, I’m sure. Fre. (Opening it.) But I hope your ladyship will not betray me, as I should never again have the honour of taking another lady by the hair of the head. — (Reading and looking at Sophia.) — “Beau- tiful and adorable !” — Lady B. She beautiful ! — She squints abomi- nably ! Fre. “ My heart is yours for ever” — Sop. I’m sure she’s vastly obliged to him. Lady B. Silence, miss. Fre. “ When you were last at church, under the care of your conceited old aunt” — Lady B. The aun is certainly old and conceited, and as cunning as a fox ! Mar. Vain as a peacock ! Fre. And gray as a goose ! Lady B. Yes, everybody knows that. Omnes. (Laughing.) Yes, everybody knows that. Lady B. Well, go on. Fre, “ Let us deceive the old woman"—' 6 OF AGE TO-MORROW. Lady B. That’s easy enough done — she’s the greatest fool in nature. Fre. “ While you fly into the arms of your adorer.” Lady B. Well, I should like to see that vastly. Mar. And I too. Sop. And I of all things. Mar. What would Miss Sophia say, if she was to receive such a letter ? Sop. I shouldn’t like to see my aunt made game of. Fre. The lover would be rejected. Sop. I didn’t say that. Lady B. Do you know the gallant ? Fre. ( Going up, c.) Yes, madam — it is Frederick Baron Willinhurst. Enter FRIZ, L. d. Friz. I hope I haven’t kept your ladyship waiting. Lady B. Bless me, Mr. Friz! how came you abroad so soon P — How is your leg ? Friz. My leg, my lady ! — my leg’s very well, thank your ladyship. Lady B. Why, you broke it over a bannister at Lady Betty Bobwig’s. Friz. No, my lady. ' Fre. (Coming down, L.) But you might have done it— I give you joy — you come off with a sprain perhaps ; and, in consequence of this sprain, you sent me you know — Friz. No ; I don’t know any such thing. Fre. Don’t know any such thing ! Aye, you’re in your old way I see— been taking a little drop too much this morning ! — You know very well you sent me. Friz. No, I don’t. Fre. I say you did. Friz. No, I didn’t ; — and while I have the use of my legs, I’ll never send anybody but myself. Lady B. Then this is not your journeyman. Friz. He ! — no ! — He’s an imposto • ! Fre. My lady, don’t believe him — not your jour- neyman ! — Why, wasn’t I regularly bound ’prentice 1 o you ? Didn’t my poor old father pay the Lord only knows what with me P Friz. Why, how can you tell me such an abomi- nable lie ? Fre. What ! do you give me the lie ? Friz. Yes — you lie ! Fre. Nay, then the honour of the profession is concerned ; and, while I can hold a pair of tongs, no man thall give me the lie with impunity. ( Takes Friz by the nose with his tongs, forcing him off, L. d . — Friz roaring.) B e-enter BARON PIFFLEBERG in astonishment. l. d . — Frederick returns. Baron P. (l.) Hoicks! what games a-foot now ? What is your ladyship about with this brace of hairdressers. Lady B. He’s no hairdresser ! — He’s an impos- tor ! Baron. An impostor! — Oh! a wolf in sheep’s clothing, I take it. Lady B. Ye=, and if you had any gallantry, you’d punish his presumption. Baron P. Punish him ! — Holloa ! bring me my double-barrelled gun; and to oblige you, my lady. I’ll shoot him on the spot. Fre. What ! — You’ll shoot me ? Baron P. Yes, dam’me. I’ll shoot you. Fre. You will? Baron P. Yes I will. Fre. Then, dam’me, you shan’t want powder. ( Throws a handful of powder in the Baron's face — kisses his hand to Sophia, and runs off, l. d. The Baron jumps about — Lady Brum- back screams — Maria and Sophia laugh, and the act drop falh quickly.) END or ACT I. ACT II. SCENE I. — A hall of the hotel. Enter MARIA, r. d., and MOLKUS discovered smoking, l. c. Mar. I was just wishing for you — I wanted— Mol. Yat you want ? eh ! Mar. To bid you good day. Mol. Dat all you vant ? Mar. That’s all ! — Why then I wish you a bad day— as bad as that which made an invalid of you. Mol. Aha ! dat was a day of honour ! Mar. My lady desires you to wait here. Enter LADY BRUMBAOK and SOPHIA, r. n. Lady B. Molkus, I am going out — if, during my absence, any impertinent fellow should come here, or speak with this girl, turn him out at the door. Mol. Aha ! — Vy not out at de vindow ? Lady B. Just as you like. (Crossing to l.) Keep guard here, and let no one enter, or either of the girls out, till I return. [ Exit , i*. d. Mol. (Sitting between them and the door.) Aha! — I am a grand sentinel, I shall not fall asleep on my post. (Smoke*.) Mar. (c.) You don’t think of asking whether we like tobacco ? Mol. For vat I ask ? You never ask if I like de vomen shattering. Mar. (Apart to Sophia.) I’m sure your lover isn’t far off. How shall we get this blockhead out of the way ? Sop. (r.) My dear Molkus, I’m qu : te concerned for you. Mol. For vat you concern ? Sop. You sit so directly in the air of the door. Mar. I’m sure you’ll catch cold— and an old soldier — Mol. De old soldier will not fear de cold— nor de vomen — nor de tevil to take him from his duty. Sop. How Inflexibly honest ! — you deserve to be immortalized, and your picture drawn iu the very position you are iu now. Mol. Aha ! I look noble, frame and glaze. Mar. (Aside.) Yes, and I should like to have the hanging you myself. Sop. Dear Molkus, .let me just step into the alcony. ' b OF AGE TO-MORROW. Mol . It is not in my order. Sop. ’Tis all in vain. I'll leave him to you. [Exit, R. D. Moi. ’Tis not in my order. Mar. (Strikes down his pipe.) No. Nor is it in your order to smoke before my young lady. Mol. No j nor is it iu your order to break my pipe. Mar. In other nations they are more polite ; and when I was on my travels — Mol. Aha ! a chambermaid travel, up stairs and down stairs. Yere de tevil you travel ? Mar. Yes, sir— I have travelled into Spain, Italy, and England. SONG.— MARIA. In Spain I have been, where, all travellers tell us, The ladies are kind, and the gentlemen jealous ; Where the time is still . passed by the haughty Mi- dalgos, In sleeping siestas , and dancing fandangoes . In Italy's climes, the signors and signoras, Exist on bravissimo’s, caro's, encora’s; And therelittle Cupid with harmony blending , Breathes out his soft sighs in a song never ending . In England where beef, trade, and pudding the rage is. And commerce with idleness war ever wages, John Bull's whole delight is to help a poor neigh- bour, And sings while dividing the fruits of his labour. [Exit, R. D. (A knocking heard, l. d.) Mol. Who is dere, making de noise upon de knocker ? Fre. ( Without , l.) An invalid, who would speak with honest Hans Molkus. Mol. Aha ! de invalid ! — I come. (Opens the door, l.) Enter FREDERICK, disguised as an invalid, his left arm concealed, arid his face patched. Fre. Ah ! friend Molkus, you didn’t know me at first : but I knew you’d recollect me. Mol. I have not yet recollect. Fre. No ! what not recollect Hannibal Mustachio Whiskeriskey, of the Sclavonian Sharpshooters, when we served together in the year sixty-one, at the siege of the town of — Mol. Sixty-one — it must be de siege of de damn town in Bohemia, dere. Fre. Your regiment lay on the left. Mol. De left — dat is not right. Fre. Right ! No, all soldiers know the left is not right. Mol. After all, it was left. Fre. The enemy made a sally over the Devil’s Bridge. Mol . De tevil’ s bridge — aha ! I perceive you have been dere. Fre. There ! fire and smoke ! — I was there when we marched up to a windmill, as it might be there — (Charging with his stick towards the door.) — and cried to the enemy, Come out of your hiding place. (Knocks at r. d.) Mol. I do not remember dat vindmill, and dere is de vomen in dat apartment. Fre. To be sure — women aud windmills are just alike, you know — run round with the weather, and make a great noise. Sooner than encounter the tongues of women, I’d lose my other arm. Mol. Your Oder— aha! Yere have you lost dis? Fre. I hav’n’t lost this — but the other lies near the valley of Slakenhausen. Mol. Slakenhausen — aha !— dat is vere I have left my arm. Fre. No doubt they lie hand in hand, so let us drink to our two absent friends. (Takes out a flask of wine.) Mol. Yes, ve vill drink. (Drinks.) Your vine is goot — it makes me remember de great Frederick. Fre. Does it ? — then drink again and you’ll never forget him.— For my part, I’d rather fight three battles on land, than be once drowned at sea. Mol. Dat sea must be devilish wet. (Drinks.) Fre. Yes, comrade, and always drunk.— But, come, you don’t drink. — Come, we’ll drink to the memory of our old campaigns. DUET.— FREDERICK and MOLKUS. Fre. When we took the field, old Frederick led the van. Mol. When he gave de word, we follow'd to a man. Fre. Then, comrade, don't you know, whene'er we met the foe , How we charg’d them on the plain. Mol. Up de hill and do an again. Fre. Thro’ camps and lines , defiles and works, Christian soldiers fought like Turks, At Bender , Prague, and at Belgrade; eh, comrade, don’t you know ? Both. When we took the field, &c. Fre. Come then toss the can ! may soldiers and their wives, Mol. When war yields to peace, at home lead happy lives, German, Briton, Russian, Pole, Fre. Men who never turned their backs. Both. Come then toss the can, &c. Fre. Here’s to every great commander. Mol. Julius Ccesar, Alexander. Fre. Who in all ages, rude and civil, Mol. Did not fear to fight de devil. Both. Come then toss the can, &c. ( During the symphonies they march backwards and forwards, shoulder" - ing their sticks. At the e d of the duet Frederick bursts open the door, R.) Enter SOPHIA and MARIA, r. d. Sop. For Heaven’s sake, what’s the matter? Fre. (Apart to Sophia.) Hist ! ’tis I, Frederick, your lover ! Mar. (Going up to Molkus, l. c.) Who is that rude fellow ? ( Sophia and Frederick comerse in dumb show.) Mol. He is no rude fellow : he is my comrade— (Drinks.) We served together at the siege of Schwidnitz. 8 OF AGE TO-MORROW. Sop. (Apart tc Frederick.) Consider how I am guarded. ' Mol. Dere de Pandour — dere de Croat. Fre. ( Apart to Sophia.) Spite of them all, if you consent, and will but meet me this evening, I’ll have a chaise. Mar. Pray, Mr. Molkus, what is a Pandour? Mol. A Pandour is a tevil of a fellow— rif he do meet a pretty girl he will kiss. (Staggers to kiss Maria , she slips under his arm.) Fre. ( Kissing Sophia.) Thus let me seal your promise. Lady B. (Without.) I shall not want the carriage again. Sop. Heaven ! ’tis my aunt. Fre. Where shall I hide ? Mol. Huzza ! De old general is come. (Takes a candle from the table , and exit, I., d. ) Fre. Is that window high ? Sop. A single stoL*y; when all is quiet, return again. Fre. Adieu! I’ll soon return. (Getting out of the -window.) I came in like Mars, and go out like Mercury. (Leaps down.) Re-enter MOLKUS, l. d., lighting in LADY BRUM- BACK. Molkus sees Frederick leap. Lady B. Hey day ! what is the matter ? The mo- ment my back is turned — Mol. Yes — ven de cat is out, de little mouse will run about. (Putting the candle on the table, and staggering to the window.) But I must look for my comrade. (Bawling at the window.) Holloa, Mus- tachia Whiskeriski ! Yere, vere de tevil you gone ? — Holloa, comrade ! comrade ! [Frit, l. d. Lady B. How came you out of your room ? Mar. We heard the carriage stop, and came to meet you, my lady. Lady B. Well, you may both retire to bed. — For my part, as it’s a fine starlight night, I shall in- dulge a little in my favourite study of astronomy. Mar. You had better not stay, for you see the man’s very drunk, and he may return and do you a mischief. Lady B. Poh ! poh ! Mar. (Going with a candle.) Well, ma’am, if he should, you can scream pretty loud, you know. (Exeunt Sophia, r. d., Maria lighting her.) Lady B. ’Tis near the time of assignation! — Oh ! Piffleberg ! Piffleberg ! how my heart beats at thy approach !— what awful sensations ! the taper twinkles [—(Turning from the window, c.) I will go to the garden— (Frederick appears at the window.) — For here I could almost fancy some horrid form of gpectred hue approached my casement, and with a hollow voice it uttered — h Fre. (Climbing in at the window .) Soh, soh! this is hard work ! Lady B. Merciful powers ! Fre. If ever a baron was more in love than I, he must climb pretty high. Lady B. (Approaching with a light.) It must be Piffleberg — how truly romantic ! ( Seeing Freda and screaming out.) Murder 1 Thieves ! (Frederick blows out the light , makes for the door, l.) Enter MOLKUS hastily with a light , l. d. L Brumback falls into a chair. Mol. Vat de tivel, comrade ; vere you been your arm ? Re-enter MARIA, r. d. Mar. For heaven’s sake, what’s the mat now, my lady ? Fre. (Confused.) Madam — I — What shal say ? Mar. (Apart to Frederick.) S iy you are Baron’s sou, and follow me. [Exit, l. Lady B. Who and what are you, sir ? Fre. Madam, if you would permit me a momei conversation without a witness — Lady B. Do you think I would trust myt alone with you ? Molkus, leave the room instant Mol. But tell me, comrade, vere from you j your arm ? Lady B. Put down the candle, and wait witi call. Mol. (Putting the candle on the table.) If I coi find my arm, I would jump out de window t (Going.) I did not care if I broke my neck, s< could find my oder arm. Lady B. And now, sir, bow is it, that when I pected Baron Piffleberg, I find you in his place : Fre. Ob, madam, hearing that you were to united to that near relation — Lady B. Your relation ! Fre. The Baron is my father — I am the son o female domestic ; he deserted my mother, left : to the w de world, and now disowns me, who : come to intreat your influence in my behalf. 1 duc.ed to service as a mercenary trooper, I he traversed the world, till hearing of your humani benevolence, and beauty — Lady B. But why did you come in at t window ? Fre. Because I knew my father was coming at the door. Lady B. But you speak of love. I Fre. That was love of your ladyship’s cbamb maid, who acquainted me with your ladyshi] virtue, was my adviser. Lady B. Indeed.— I think I hear the Bar coming. Fre. Mv father is obstinate, and should he £ me, he might even deny — Lady B. W retch !— Bat I’ll convince him— he here ! Enter BARON PIFFLELE vG, l. d. Baron P. Upon my soul, my lady, I’m out all patience ; 1 have been waiting in the gard' this half-hour. Lady B. Welcome, Sir Baron. Do you kuc this youth ? Baron P. Me ? — No— may I miss my next shot, ever I saw him before. Fre. (I'hrowing himself at the Baron’s feet OF AGE TO-MORROW. U?b! my father, listen to the voice of nature— > .hold iu me your son — your unfortunate, de- >ted son. Baron P. D — n me, this fellow is as mad as a arch hare. Fre. Your cruelty will make me so — ( Crossing l.) — but hear him, my ladv, he disclaims me — b — the son of his housekeeper, who disinte- . stedly took care of his laundry and kitchen. He eks my life, and he shall be gratified ; for ere • -morrow’s sun shall shine, my body shall be found the fish-pond at the bottom of his garden, a eadful example of illicit love, and a warning to i l incontinent housekeepers. [Exit, L. D. Lady B. And will you suffer him to go ? Baron P. Go ! he may go to the devil if he lik s ! he's mad, and his keeper will come to look for ; n presently. Lady B. His keeper !— Your housekeeper, you ;an. Baron P. Why, powder and flints ! he that has • child can be no father. Lady B. My maid knows him to be your son. Re-enter MARIA, L. D. . >w dare you let young men in at the window P Mar. I, my lady ? Lady B. Come, tell me how you came to know n for Baron Piffleberg’s son, and I’ll forgive a. Ha r. Then he has confessed to your ladyship. Lady B. Yes, the Baron denies, and I am referred you. Har. Oh, my lady, the young man is certainly r ) Baron’s son. 3 aron P. The devil he is ! Fire and shot ! where ) your proofs ? far. O, my lady, as for proofs we have the most lvincing — his mother is a distant relation of ae. Lady B. Relation of yours ! What’s her name ? far. Her name is Almutz. 3 aron P. Almutz ! d — n me, I believe you’re all muz ! far. And she is this moment below stairs, wait* ■ for me to introduce her. Lady B. Then bring her in immediately, far. Oh, you terrible old man ! [Exit, L. D. laron P. Steel trips and spring guns ! ’tis all a tspiracy ! a whole pack of falsehoods are let se upon me, and you expect excellent sport, no i lbt — but it won’t do. ..ady B. No passion, Baron ; a repentant con- uon might have induced forgiveness — seducing *tch ! ■ aron P. Whew ! d — n me — you’re all mad — and stay any longer I shall be mad too. I suppose - e comes another mad one. 'nter FREDERICK, l. d., as an old woman , MARIA following. re. Where is he ? — where is he ? — You shall not ne, cruel as you are. ( Endeavouring to embrace Baron, who runs from him.) Pardon, madam, 9 the intrusion of an unfortunate woman, and pity the weakness of a too susceptible and generous nature — but the Baron’s cruelty to me, and the barbarity to his son, wha have bo^h treated him with tenderness and respect — ( Faints into a chair, Maria assists— Frederick again attempts to emlract the Baron, who avoids him.) Baron P. (r.) Holloa ! — Send for a constable ! — I’ll have you so punished — Lady B. Cruel man ! — Fear not, Mrs. Almutz. Maria, show your friend into the next room. Mar. Come, Mrs. Almutz. Fre. May you be happy, though I never can ! — may no insinuating Baron rob you of your dearest treasure — Destroy the draught your ladyship would sip , Nor dash the cup of comfort from your lip ; And lady , may you never, never know The iron agony of coppev woe ! [Exeunt Frederick and Maria , r. d. Baron P. That's no woman, my lady ! That's an impostor ! D — nine, I smok’d the hoots ! Lady B. Baron, our intercourse is at an end, it’s too evident — but it’s a judgment upon me! Baron P. Now, I think it’s a judgment upon me, for leaving my warm bed, to go a cholic-catching in a garden. Re-enter MARIA, r. d. Mar. O, my lady !— Lady B. What’s the matter ? Mar. The lady in the next room has run away ! Lady B. So much the better. Mar. Yes, but that’s not all — she has taken my young lady along with her. Baron P. The devil she has ! Lady B. Which way dd they go ? Mar. Why, my lady, the moment she got into the next room, she soon convinced me she was no lady ! — Baron P. There, I told you of the boots. Mar. For she caught my young lady in her arms, and she cried out, but you would not hear her ; and then I gave a very loud scream, but you would not come; so then, my lady, they both held me fast down in a chair, whilst they ran down the back stairs. Baron P. Come, that's a good one ; so they both held you down in a chair, whilst they ran down the back stairs. — You won’t mend that. Lady B. Oh ! I’m outwitted, tricked of my fortune. — Help me, Baron, to pursue them, and I will give half of it to whoever produces the run- away. Re-enter FREDERICK, in his own dress, with SOPHIA, l. d. Fre . Frederick, Baron Willinhurst, claims your promise ; though the conditions are rather hard. Lady B. Hard P — Fre. Yes, to take her with half her fortune, when I don't want any.— She refused to run away without your consent, so give us your authority, 16 and yon may take lier fortune and Baron Piffle- berg into the bargain. FINALE Sophia. 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