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Lady A. Sir!--[Aside. He's off.

Lit. (Folding the shawl.] Happy shawl!--Blest cash mere !-why was I not born amongst you to be continu ally hugged round such a lovely form as this. (Shawling her.) Allow me to ring for the carriage.

Lady A. (Aside.] Hang the fellow, I'll have that letter if I die for it.-A warm correspondence that of your's, is I may judge by your escaped expression.

Lit. (Aside.) Aha! 'tis a bite, as I expected-now, I'll play with her a little.- Warm! oh, yes; and, apropos, you may be of some assistance to me.

Lady A. Assistance !

Lit. Yes; you might deliver the letter. I am sure the interest you took in me this morning, will excuse the con fidence I ask you to give us.

Lady A. Ưs!

Lit. Yes. [Gives the letter.] I'm an humble aspirant to

Lady A. [Reading.] Miss Rocket!
Lit. You seem surprised.
Lady A. Surprised and the lady-she encourages you?

Lit. Look at me, and don't wound my feelings by reiterating the question.

Lady A. And your--your-ha! ha!-your protestations to me

Lit. Egad, that's true. I forgot-oh, don't mistake me -when I offer Miss Rocket my hand, allow me to express at the same time, my wild adoration of your lady ship in the abstract-It's a fearful mania of mine.

Lady A. Ha! ha! and you thought I reciprocated your empty expression of-Oh!—[ Aside.] I shall choke! -Perhaps, you even imagined I was in love with you. Lit. I did.

Lady A. Disabuse your mind of it, I beg—you flatter yourself!

Lit. You are not in love with me?
Lady A. Not in the least.

[Crosses to L. Lit. Ah, true-how could one expect Heaven to endow you with beauty and sense at the same time.

Lady A. And do you imagine, sir, that I will permit my friond to remain in ignorance of your treachery?

Lit. Quite the contrary. I feel convinced you will in.

stantly apprise her of the fact-Oh! I don't wish to take her at any disadvantage-I wish to owe nothing but to the unaided dynamics of personal appearance.

Ludy A. [Aside.] The egregious puppy, my heart should disinherit him-cut him off with a sigh—but that I feel it has quitted this world (Touching her heart,] without a will.

Lit. (Aside. She loves me, and now begins to feel it. As I proceed 1 gain more confidence. You seem rather animated! sorry that I'm compelled to leave you alone with your feelings-excuse the imputation. (Eyeing her.] I see you possess those inconveniences; they impart expression, and are amusing enough to observe--but must be very troublesome in their manufacture.

Lady A. (Aside.] I would esteem this man a brute, but ’twould be a libel upon quadrupeds, for he wants their animation.

Lit. You are bored, I see-regret I can't amuse-possessing only the ability to be amused. Shall I ring for your dog or my brother?

Lady A. Don't trouble yourself! were I inclined to laugh at anything, you would do, very well.—-{Aside.] I could cry,

but I won't. Lit. Farewell ! I tear myself away.-[Looks at his watch. I'm agonized with the necessity, but I see the ballet has commenced, and I would not miss the Truandaise for a thousand.

(Lounges up and out, C., humming an air. Lady A. Can this be real ?—what need I care ?-_I'll go to the opera and find fifty lovers there, make each commit fifty follies, and revenge myself on the sex.

[Throws herself on sofa.

Enter RURAL, L. Rur. What a fearful mistake I had nearly committed the Earl has just been speaking of his son's projected marriage with this lady; I must find Tom, and tell him 80-poor fellow! 'tis well he nas not known her long enough to feel her loss. But, how delighted Littleton will be to hear that his suspicions were unfounded; now, now, I can conscientiously promote their happiness.

Lady .4. Apart.] Yet, his feryour was so natural, I

on my

could not be mistaken in his honesty-he does love me

life he does. Rur. (Aside.] I must get some assistance in my plot, these young hearts are such strange things.—My dear young lady, I want your help in a little plot of mine ; you understand these matters better than I do, and will assist me- e-Littleton has fallen in love.

Lady A. (Aside.] Bless this dear old man, he's always in the wrong.-Ha! he has confessed it to you, then ?

Rur. He is as open-hearted as a child, but you will not mention it ?

Lady A. I think I was his first confidant, sir.

Rur. Then, you will join me, in trying to reconcile these dear children, and recovering to my affection, my favourite—I mean, my dearest hope.

Lady A. I will.—[ Aside.] I thought it was affectation --but I am too happy to think of revenging it. Yes, yes, yes, my dear, dear sir-I will be all you wish-all he wishes.

Rur. What a kind, warm heart it is.
Lady A. Where is he?

Rur. I dare say, like young folks-ha! he has stolen to her.

Lady A. To her—who?
Rur. Miss Rocket-bless me, are you ill ?
Lady A. Miss Rocket! Has he then-

Rur. Confessed to me his love for her-yes--his grovelling adoration-servilely, meanly, despicably infatua. ted-bless his impetuous heart !

Lady A. And Lord Charles ?-
Rur. Nobly presses his suit.
Lady A. I cannot believe it.
Rur My dear child, his lordship told me so himself

Enter Miss ROCKET, L.
Lady A. Kate-tell me—are you deceiving me ?

[Crosses to Kate. Kate. What do you mean? Lady A. Mr. Coke is in love with you. Kate. With me!

Lady A. He has been confessing it all over the house to me-to him to Lord Charles

Kate. Why, it can't be—what means Lord Charles's de. claration to me ?

Kur. My dear young lady, he means nothing to you: you mistook his intentions—he was wooing for his friend, wno was ridiculously jealous of him-Lord Charles told me just now that he was betrothed to her ladyship, and devoted to her-the earl has since said the same thingtherefore it must be true.

Lady A. Kate !
Kate. Alice !

Lady A. That villain, Charles, wished at once to deceive his friend—destroy you—and cheat me.

Kate. Destroy me-oh, Alice ! [Tkey embrace. Rur. Tears! what strange things young hearts are.

Enter a SERVANT, L. Serv. Your ladyship's carriage waits. Lady A. Kate--be a woman

[Crosses, R. Rur. She is she is a woman

Lady A. These pair of wretches are doubtless in the stalls at the opera, directing a lorgnette battery against all the beauty in the house ; let us go and show them we can be as heartless as they.

[Crosses to L., goes to table, and gets an opera-glass. Rur. Yes---exactly—what can it all mean? There is nothing so puzzling to an old head, as a young heart.

[Lady Alice takes one of Rural's arms, and places her

opera-glass in his hand. There ! my dear child—don't weep. (Is going to apply her handkerchief to her eyes, when Miss Rocket takes the other urm and checks him.] Well! woman is a wonderful and mysterious thing!

Lady A. Wretches—both. Rur. Ah! Kate. Villains ! Rur. Yes—[Aside.) I wonder what they mean, and what they are going to do with me?

(Exeunt, ladies pulling Rural through centre doors.



SCENE I.- The same as Act III.

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Enter COLONEL ROCKET, C., with a newspaper. Rock. Here's news! A copy of this evening's Closeborough Independent has been despatched to me. (Reads. “ We gladly issue a second edition, to give the earliest publicity to the following address, which reached us after going to press :

To the Independent Electors of Closeborough. GentlemenIn reply to a requisition from a numerous and highly respectable body of your townsmen, I too happily accede to your wishes, and shall be proud to represent your opinions in Parliament, which I cannot but suppose are violently adverse to those of my noble friend and antagonist, Lord Roebuck, whose character, speaking publicly, I must despisebut whose private character, generally, I know nothing about. * I am, gentlemen, your obedient servant,

LITTLETON COKE.” Hurrah! now I can show fight! now I've outflanked his Norman Lordship. My villa at Closeborough, Ghuznee Lodge, and its estate, gives me the influence of thirty votes—ha! ha! ha! l'll not sleep another night beneath this noble roof—I've despatched orders to Corporal Stripe to have the guard out, in their old uniforms—my travelling carriage will be here in two hours—I'll canvass the whole town before breakfast. Ho! ho! damme, I've never been so excited since Bhurtpore !

Enter RURAL, L. C. Rur. Had I been the first-born of Richelieu, and the favourite pupil of Machiavel, I could not have surround ed myself with more intrigues, plots, and difficulties. Those two dear girls took me to the opera; they beguiled the way, by crying and endeavouring to discover which could invent the worst name for her lover. When we arrived, I found myself amongst soldiers and footmen

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