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eyes, he'd

with their benedictions, with tears in his

cry “Get out of the sun, you mutinous rascals! Dismiss ! I'll fog every man of you-march-God bless you, boys." Oh, I could have cried with pride.

Roe. And when you leave this, where do you go?
Kate. To our villa at Closeborough.

Roe. The very seat which I was to represent; the elec tion, or rather the nomination, occurs to-morrow.

Kate. Another obstaclemmy father's politics.

Roe. I am a martyr to them—I abdicate the honour in favour of Littleton Coke--but have you no excuse by which your departure might be retarded ? Kate

. I-yes--my father's gout has prevented him lately from accompanying me in my daily ride; he has consented to allow me a groom of my own; I have not yet selected a

Roe. A groom? A moment-ha! will you take one of my recommendation ? one in whose confidence you may rely as in my own. Kate. What do

you mean ? Roe. Rely on me

-I mean all for the best.
Kate. I have no will but yours.
Roe. My angel !

[Kisses her.
Rock. Hollo, there-Kate--recover arms the devil!
Kate. My father!

Rock. You-you-you-here's mutiny! and you, sir, how dare you, against general orders ? [Crosses to c.

Roe. Hush ! my father !-should he overhear,
Rock. Don't think your Norman blood will

Hush! I entreat--the Earl.

} Together. We shall be ruined, Rock. (Still enraged, but under his breath.] What do I care whether he hears or not-I hope he will-you pair of disaffected mutineers. [Gradually breaking out.! Don't imagine I want to steal a recruit fiom your family into minebecause I'd see it

Kate. My dear father! he's only in the next room.
Roe. The Earl--for Heaven's sake-

Rock. (Under his breath. Very well, then-don't Earl ne-who's the Earl ?-you?-harkye, sir, (Kate throws

her arms round his nock,] you may have come over after the battle of Hastings—though I can't say I see much glory in arriving when the fight's donebut I can count scars for every branch in your genealogical tree—so look ye,


think there's any ambuscade here to catch your lordship, fall back-your retreat is still open; but if you try a surprise on my baggage here, damme, look out for a warm reception. (Kate stops his mouth with a kiss.

Rur. Don't be alarmed, Colonel, I heard it all.

Roe. (Aside.] Ruin-ruin-nothing can prevent this simple old fellow from committing our secret with my fa ther,

Rock. You have brought on a twinge of the gout, you have, you graceless baggage—then what do you careyou'd run off with the first fellow whose grandfather came over after the battle of Hastings, and leave your infirm old father with nothing to swear at but his crutch. If I had a family poodle to leave my money to, damme I'd cut you off with a rupee-give me a kiss—I would, you-oh! -don't laugh at my sufferings--oh!

(Exeunt, assisted by Miss Rocket, L. Roe. My dear old friend, one word.—[Aside.Brings Rural forward,] what shall I say?-You never thought I was making love to that lady?

Rur. It did strike me—but if not, what were you making ?

Roe. Why, can't you guess?

Rur. No! making love is very unlike anything else I know of.

Roe. You are right-I was—but--but-not on my own account.

Rur. Oh!

Roe. I pressed the suit for-for a friend-in fact, for Coke.

Rur. For Littleton ?
Rock. Without, L.) D.on't tell me-
Kate. ( Without, l. No-but-

Roe. You must be aware that I am destined by my father for Lady Alice-and-of course-I-I am devoted to her.

Rur. And Littleton was jealous of you! generous young man ! how he will repent when he is aware of

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his unjust suspicion; I know my dear b y is in love with the lady, he has confessed it to me.

Roe. [Half aside. The devil he has !
Rur. Now, leave the rest to me-
Roe. Oh! there's some mistake here.

Rur I will get the Colonel's consent-I'll do it at once before I see Littleton—not a word to him. Let me surprise him with it. Oh, Littleton !

(Exit, L. Enter LITTLETON Coke, L. C. Roe. My dear fellow, you must aid me Lit. In what?

Roe. Old Rocket leaves this to-morrow, taking Kate with him. I have deterniined to accompany

Lit. How?
Roe. The lady wants a groom.
Lit. You never mean to undertake the place.

Roe. When I have removed these foreign decorations from my chin and lips, I'd defy the eyes of Argus to know me.

Enter Servant, L.
Serv. Mr. Bribe, sir, wishes to see his lordship.

Roe. Bribe, the devil-very well, Thomas. (Exit Servant, l.] That's my father's solicitor and parliamentary agent, come to arrange accounts for my nomination. What's to be done?

Lit. What's Bribe's fee ?
Roe. A thousand pounds.

Lit. I'll offer him fifteen hundred to go down on my account.

Roe. But is it practicable ?-will he?

Lit. Anything is practicable to a lawyer for five hundred pounds. But we must find some one to represent a partner in his firm, who is unknown by sight to your father.

Roe. Crawl's the man, an arrant vote-broker.

Lit. Then Crawl shall enjoy an honest reputation for a day, in the person of Bob.

Roe. Is he equal to it?

Lit. I'll back him with odds at anything, from winning a kitchen wench, to a speech from the woolsack.

Roe. He is here--where shall I find him ?

Lit. Have you any spot in the house dedicated

espe cially to the maids au.d mischief? if so, raise

your voice in that quarter.

Enter Bob, cautiously, L. Bob. Sir! sir!

Looks about. Lit. Here he is.

Bob. I've sent your adress to the Closeborough Independent, sir.

Lit. My address!

Bob. To the free and enlightened electors—you'll find it sharp and undecided, sir-I've been rather abusive in my allusions to your lordship, but one cannot be political without being personal; therefore, when I refer to your lordship, from the hustings to-morrow, as only falling short of a fool by being born a knave, and the disgrace you are to the aristocracy-[ To Littleton.] Oh, sir, I've not read the debates for nothing.–[To Roebuck.] Your lordship will understand me to speak professionally.

Roe. Why-you-you

Lit. [Crosses to Roebuck, and aside.] Never mind, wait till I can afford to pay him his wages, I'll not forget you. [7'o Bob.] We require you to adopt the name and character of a gentleman who is expected here, and to personate him before Lord Pompion : can you do it?

Bob. That depends upon whom he is.
Roe. Crawl, the attorney

and agent. Bob. [To Littleton.] I thought you spoke of a gentle.


Lit. Nonsense, sir ; can you play the attorney ?

Bob. Facilis descensus averni, as Virgil said, when you were at college, sir. I'll adopt the character, but I'm afraid my honesty will show through and spoil the assumption.

Lit. No fear of that. Accompany Lord Charles, he will give you instructions.

Roe. 'Tis a fearful alternative, but there is no time to invent ; I'll despatch Bribe at once. (To Bob.] This way. Gare ! here comes the widow! [

[Exeunt, Roe. f. Bob, R. Lit. The widow, and once more alone, ha! I feel that if I could mask my impetuosity for a moment, I might at least discover my position, but my love is in its own way, and

Enter LADY ALICE HAWTHORN, L. (Aside.] Isere she is.

Lady A. (Aside.] I thought he had gone without me-ha! I almost believe I like the fool. [Littleton sits and writes.] I must discover why these brothers do not speak.

- I was thinking of trying the opera for an hour, Mr. Coke.

Lit. Not a bad idea-{Writing,] my distracted love is too perceptible-[Aloud, the opera, ay! [Aside,] could she have refused to accompany Tom and the Countess, to secure a tête-à-tête with me?- I dare not hope it.-[Writing. “In the fond hope."

Lady A. (Aside.] Why, I do believe the fellow is writing a love letter.

Lit. (Still writing.] “ Grisi-yes-ah-eh-I beg your pardon-you'll allow me to ring for your carriage.

Lady A. [Aside.) So he thinks he is sure of me--oh! yes-bang his smirking self-sufficient grin—that letter is to me-now, if I liked him less, I would torture him till -why-he is not going to seal it !

Lit. [Burning the wax.) Lady Alice, I remarked a minute signet ring on your lovely hand : will you favour me with it for an instant ?

Lady A. Nonsense ; it bears the motto, “ L'amour est."

Lit. Love defunct-excellent. You keep it to seal your death warrant, to the heart of a discarded lover. (Seals' the letter. Spirituelle-ha! Kisses the ring, and returns it to her finger, kissing her hand.

Lady A. Well--ahem-[Aside.] He does not give it to me-[Littleton writes,] he directs it-really, 1-(Littleton extinguishes the taper and advances, feel very-oh, here he comes—ha ! he was too nervous to speak-I

Lit. Lady Alice

Lady A. (Aside.] His voice trembles-ha!--[Littleton walks round her, and takes up a shawl,] he's swimming rsund the hook.

Lit. You were talking of the operam [Crossing, L.
Lady A. [Aside.] The float sinks.
Lit. Allow me, before you go-
Lady A. [Aside.] I have him !
Lit. ro shawl you.

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