Booth still plays it occasionally, with even less effect than Kean; indeed, we are almost inclined to believe, with Mrs. Inchbald, that the character of Octavian almost lived and died with Kemble.

The comic portions of this drama are effective on the stage, although they are not strikingly marked by any literary merit, or originality in the conception. The introduction of an Irishman in this piece, has been well remarked by Mrs. Inchbald, as striking an auditor as "neither to accord in tone or manner with the dialogue or scene of the play,"-but Irish Johnstone was an eminent actor of the time-a member of the Haymarket company, and the acute manager knew that he must avail himself of the services of a favourite actor. Killmallock may be said to owe his birth to Johnstone, as Octavian did to Kemble.

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Scene.-Spain, partly in the town and kingdom of Granada, partly in Andalusia.

COSTUMES

OCTAVIAN.-Fleshings, arms, and legs, torn and tattered Spanish doublet, trunk and cloak, long hair and beard, goat-skin shoes, tied on with a bit of rope, &c. VIROLET.-White trousers and body, red fly, turban, russet boots.

KILMALLOCK.-Ditto, ditto.

ROQUE.- Brown Spanish doublet, trunks, and cloak, hat, sword and belt, red hose russet boots, collar.

LOPE TOCHO.--Dark green doublet, trunks, and cloak, trimmed with red and blue binding, red hose, russet shoes, Spanish collar.

PEREQUILLO.-Leathern doublet, brown trunks, blue hose, russet shoes. MULETEERS.-Dark green doublets and trunks, large Spanish cloaks and hats, black belts and brass buckles, blue hose, russet boots.

GOATHERDS.-Gray doublets, trunks, and hose, cloaks and caps, russet shoes. BULCAZIN MULEY-White satin trowsers, yellow morocco hoots, light blue satin tunic, trimmed with gold, purple velvet cloak and ermine, turban, cimetar, and chain.

GANEM.-White trowsers and vest, crimson fly, red boots, turban, sword, and chain.
PACHA.-Ditto, blue fly.
ALI BEG.-Ditto, ditto.

SADI.-Ditto, the same as Ganem's.

YUSEF & SELIM.-Ditto, blue flys.

ZORAYDA.-White satin trowsers, light blue tunic, trimmed with silver, turban, and bird of paradise feather, white silk stockings, white satin shoes, white veil. FLORANTHE.-Black velvet tunic and cloak, hat and feathers, black silk stock. ings, black lace-up boots.

AGNES.-White muslin trowsers, light gray tunic, trimmed with black riblon and bell buttons, red shoes, white silk stockings, turban, white slip, &c.

Passages marked with Inverted Commas are usually omitted in the Representation.

THE MOUNTAINEERS.

ACT I.

SCENE I-A Moorish Garden in the town of Granada; at one side the Castle of Bulcazin Muley.-A window in one of its towers overlooking the Garden.-A Drawbridge, leading to the Castle Gate.

VIROLET and KILMALLOCK, habited as slaves, discovered at work.

Kilm. Count !

Viro. How now, noble Captain Kilmallock?

Kilm. I wonder if the ingenious gentleman that first hit upon digging, tried it with as pleasant a broiling sun over his head as we have? By my shoul, if he went to work with his jacket on, it would have warmed it pretty dacently.

Viro. We are slaves, Kilmallock, and must submit. But we are soldiers of Spain-Christian soldiers-both our faith and our profession, when Providence inflicts calamity, preach patience to us. Murmurs are fruitless, brother soldier. The fickle goddess, Fortune, hears not the complainings of the grief-worn captive.

Kilm. Truly, now, Count Virolet, I always understood the good lady was blind, but I was never before told she was deaf. Faith, and that I take to be the reason she has never been good-natured enough to listen, when I have reminded her what a dirty devil she has been to me. First, I was tossed out of Tipperary intc Spain-where I have fought these seven years under Ferdinand the Fifth, King of Castile and Arragon-till the thumps be stowed upon me by his catholic majesty's enemies, and be hanged to 'em, have belaboured me up to the rank of a captain

Viro. Right-of Calatrava; of which gallant order I boast myself a member.

Kilm. Faith, and you may boast-for my own part, I never had the knack of it. But I have had the honour, signior, of fighting side by side with you against the Moors of Granada here.

Viro. And bravely, too, good comrade. Kilm. All's one for that-Well, now I have the honour of being locked up with you, in the garden of an old whisker faced Arabian. We have been prisoners these three months. And here are a pretty pair of famous knights, that boast themselves of the gallant order of Calatrava, with a bit of a shovel popped into our noble hands, digging away like two planters of potatoes.

Viro. Yet comfort thee, Kilmallock. Granada is close besieged. Our royal master, Ferdinand, has raised and fortified a town near to their walls.

'Tis, as I hear, a well-stocked hive of war,
Teeming with close compacted swarms of soldiery ;
Who will so buzz about their Moorship's ears,

Yea, so sting these thin-skinned Mussulmen,

That they will smart to death with't. Noble comrade,
Prove but their arms successful, and 'twill cut
A road to freedom for us. Yet that's doubtful—
There were, indeed, a shorter way.

[Musing. Kilm. Och, then, let's be after trudging that. If there are two roads, signior, out of captivity, I am always for travelling the shortest cut, because it bids fair to be the

nearest.

Viro. Come, I will trust thee: I do know thee brave; And in the breast where fire-eyed courage rears

Her rugged throne, sure honour must inhabit.
Yet, dare I trust thee?

[Wavering.

Kilm. Dare you? look you, Count Virolet! you dare do much for you are the first that ever dare tell me, to my teeth, he held my honour in doubt. Och, fire and oons, and Saint Dominick to boot! hark ye, sir don! I never was a hunter after other people's sacrets, as I am not over fond of keeping what doesn't belong to me. I am an Irishman, mark you me; born a subject of his English majesty-heaven prosper the king and the country, to the end of time!-and if any Spaniard French

But

man, or else, dare trench upon our hon sur, by my shoul,
we'll fillip them soundly for daring to call it in question.
Viro. Friend, were the merits of thy nation scanned
From one particular, and thou the sample,
I should affirm thy countrymen all heart :-
Stuffed with such various manly qualities,
That it does grievously perplex their heads
To find fit seasous when to exercise them.
He who doth take offence, before 'tis meant,
Is, in himself, offending.-Sir, it dwelt not
Within my thought to anger you.

Kilm. It did not ?-Give me a shake of your Spanish hand; signor, I entreat your pardon. Beshrew me, Coun I am as far from giving an insult wrongfully, as I am from taking one. And, if I am the sample you talk of, mark down this for my countrymen, if it please you: If my head mischance to run itself, in the dark, against the feelings of another, my heart bids me go through fire and water for his service, by way of reparation.

Viro. The spirit of thy warm and kindly nature Shines through thy speech, rough soldier. Hear me, comrade!

Thou know'st the governor

Kilm. What, the Moor,-Bulcazin Muley, our master, as he calls himself?-as arrant an ould

Viro. Your patience. This same Moor, who holds us captives,

Has one fair daughter :-beauty's paragon!

Each evening, as the sun begins to sink
Behind the mountain's top, in yonder tower
She'll sit, and in a simple Moorish ditty,
Pour forth a strain of native melody,

That doth enchant the ravished hearer's soul;
Out-warbling Philomel!

Kilm. And, certain, ar afternoon's song is a mighty pretty refreshment for a jontleman who has been turning up the mould for eight hours together. But for the life of me, now, I cannot guess how it will give him strength to squeeze through the fortifications of Granada.

Viro. Yet, 'tis e'en so, Kilmallock: for this chant

Is but the burden of our true love's ballad.
Briefly, to sweet Zorayda am I sworn ;