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Dur. (assuming an air of dignity.) I have been In all the forest. In other days, to point to erring mortals wont, Kat.

Peace, you fool, they come. The rock which they should anchor on.

Flora lights GULLCRAMMER across the Stage. [He holds up a Cross-the rest take a posture of

Kal. (when they have passed.) Away with you, devotion, and the Scene closes.

On with your cloak-be ready at the signal.
Black. And shall we talk of that same cottage,


At better leisure?- I have much to say
In favour of my cottage.

If you will be talking,
A ruinous Anteroom in the Castle.

You know I can't prevent you.

That's enough.
Enter KATLEEN, fantastically dressed to play the Cha-
racter of Cockledemoy, with the Visor in her hand.

(Aside.) I shall bave leave, I see, to spell the page

A little closer, when the due time comes.
Kal. I've scarce had time to glance at my sweet

Yet this much could I see, with half a glance,
My elfish dress becomes me—I'll not mask me
Till I have seen Lance Blackthorn-Lance! I say,

Scene changes to GULLCRAMMER's sleeping Apartment.

GULLCRAMMER enters, ushered in by FLORA, toho sets os Blackthorn, make haste!

the table a flask, with the lamp. Enter BLACKTHORN, half-dressed as Owlspiegle.

Flo. A flask, in case your Reverence be athirsty; Black. Here am 1-Blackthorn in the upper half, A light, in case your Reverence be afear'd;Much at your service; but my nether parts

And so sweet slumber to your Reverence.
Are goblinized and Owlspiegled. I had much ado Gull. Kind Mrs. Flora, will you?-eh! eh! eh!
To get these trankums on. I judge Lord Erick

Flo. Will I what?
Kept no good house, and starved his quondam barber. Gull. Tarry a little ?
Kat. Peace, ass, and hide you-Gullcrammer is Flo. (smiling.) Kind Master Gullcrammer,

How can you ask me aught so unbecoming ?
He left the hall before, but then took fright, Gull. Oh, fie, fie, fie !-Believe me, Mistress Flora,
And e'en sneak’d back. The Lady Flora lights him- | 'Tis not for that—but being guided through
Trim occupation for her ladyship!

Such dreary galleries, stairs, and suites of rooms, Had you seen Leonard, when she left the ball To this same cubicle, I'm somewhat loath On such fine errand !

[dinary To bid adieu to pleasant company. Black. This Gullcrammer shall have a bob extraor Flo. A flattering compliment !-In plain truth you For my good comrade's sake.—But tell me, Katleen,

are frighten’d. What dress is this of yours?

Gull. What! frighten'd ?-1-1-am not timorous. Kat. A page's, fool !

Flo. Perhaps you've heard this is our haunted Black. I'm accounted no great scholar,

chamber? But 'tis a page that I would fain peruse

But then it is our best-Your Reverence knows, A little closer.

That in all tales which turn upon a ghost,

(Approaches her. Your traveller belated has tbe luck Kat. Put on your spectacles,

To enjoy the haunted room-it is a rule :And try if you can read it at this distance,

To some it were a hardship, but to you, For you shall come no nearer.

[ture, / Who are a scholar, and not timorousBlack. But is there nothing, then, save rank impos Gull. I did not say I was not timorous, In all these tales of goblinry at Devorgoil? [ing I said I was not temerarious.

Kat. My aunt's grave lord thinks otherwise, suppos- I'll to the ball again. That his great name so interests the Heavens,


You'll do your pleasure.
That miracles must needs bespeak its fall


have somehow moved my father's anger, I would that I were in a lowly cottage


had better meet our playful OwlspiegleBeneath the greenwood, on its walls no armour So is our goblin call'd—than face Lord Oswald. To court the levin-bolt

Gull. Owlspiegle ?

And a kind husband, Katleen, It is an uncouth and outlandish name,
To ward such dangers as must needs come nigh. And in mine ear sounds fiendish.
My father's cottage stands so low and lone,

Flo. Hush, hush, hush!

[merry spirit; That you would think it solitude itself;

Perhaps he hears us now-(in an under lone)-A The greenwood shields it from the northern blast, None of your elves that pinch folks black and blue, And, in the woodbine round its latticed casement, For lack of cleanliness. The linnet's sure to build the earliest nest

Gull. As for that, Mistress Flora,



My taffeta doublet hath been duly brush'd,

As ghostly hours approach. I'll to my bed My shirt hebdomadal put on this morning.

E’en in my taffeta doublet, shrink my head Flo. Why, you need fear no goblins. But this Beneath the clothes-leave the lamp burning there, Owlspiegle

[Sets it on the table.

And trust to fate the issue. Is of another class;-yet has his frolics;

(He lays aside his cloak, and brushes it, as from Cuts bair, trims beards, and plays amid his antics

habit, starting at every moment; ties a napkin The office of a sinful mortal barber.

over his head; then shrinks beneath the bed Such is at least the rumour.

clothes. He starts once or twice, and at length Gull. He will not cut my clothes, or scar my face,

seems to go to sleep. A bell tolls ONE. He Or draw my blood ?

leaps up in his bed. Flo. Enormities like these

Gull. I had just coax'd myself to sweet forgetfulness, Were never charged against him.

And that confounded bell—I hate all bells,
Gull. And, Mistress Flora, would you smile on me, Except a dinner bell—and yet I lie, too,-
If, prick'd by the fond hope of your approval, I love the bell that soon shall tell the parish
I should endure this venture ?

Of Gabblegoose, Melchisedek's incumbent-

I do hope

And shall the future minister of Gabblegoose, I shall have cause to smile.

Whom his parishioners will soon require Gull.

Well ! in that hope To exorcise their ghosts, detect their witches, I will embrace the achievement for thy sake.

Lie shivering in his bed for a pert goblin,

(She is going. Whom, be he switch'd or cocktailed, horn'd or polld, Yet, stay, stay, stay!--on second thoughts I will not- A few tight Hebrew words will soon send packing? I've thought on it, and will the mortal cudgel Tush! I will rouse the parson up within me, Rather endure than face the ghostly razor!

And bid defiance -(A distant noise.) In the name of Your crab-tree's tough but blunt,-your razor' po


(rashness! But as the proverb goes, 'tis cruel sharp.

What sounds are these!-0 Lord! this comes of I'll to thy father, and unto his pleasure

[Draws his head down under the bed-clothes. Submit these destined shoulders.

Duet without, between OWLSPIEGLE and COCKLEDEMOY. Flo.


shall not,
Believe me, sir, you shall not; he is desperate,
And better far be trimm’d by ghost or goblin,

Than by my sire in anger; there are stores

My boy, my boy-
Of hidden treasure, too, and Heaven knows what,
Buried among these ruins-you shall stay. (piegle,

Here, father, here.
(Apart.) And if indeed there be such sprite as Owls-
And, lacking him, that thy fear plague thee not

Now the pole-star's red and burning, Worse than a goblin, I have miss'd my purpose,

And the witeh's spindle turning, Which else stands good in either case. - Good

Appear, appear! night, sir.

Gull. (who has again raised himself, and listened (Exit, and double-locks the door.

with great terror to the Duel.) I have heard of Gull. Nay, hold ye, bold !–Nay, gentle Mistress

the devil's dam before, Flora,

But never of his child. Now, Heaven deliver me! Wherefore this ceremony?-She has lock'd me in, And left me to the goblin-(Listening.)-So, so, so : The Papists have the better of us there,

They have their Latin prayers, cut and dried, I hear her light foot trip to such a distance,

And pat for such occasion-I can think
That I believe the castle's breadth divides me

On nought but the vernacular.
From human company. I'm ill at ease-
But if this citadel (laying his hand on his stomach)
were better victual'd,

It would be better mann'd.

My boy, my boy, (Sits down and drinks.

We'll sport us hereShe has a footstep light, and taper ankle.


Our gambols play,
Aha! that ankle! yet, confound it too,

Like elve and fay;
But for those charms Melchisedek had been
Sung in his bed at Mucklewhame, I say,

And domineer,
Confound her footstep, and her instep too,
To use a cobbler's phrase. There I was quaint.
Now, what to do in this vile circumstance,

Laugh, frolic, and frisk, till the morning appear.
To watch or go to bed, I can't determine;

Lift latch-open claspWere I a-bed, the ghost might catch me napping,

Shoot bolt-and hurst hasp! And if I watch, my terrors will increase

[The door opens with violence.











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Enter BLACKTHORN as OWLSPIEGLE, fantastically dressed

OWLSPIEGLE (sharpening his razor.) as a Spanish Barber, tal, thin, emaciated, and ghostly;

The sword this is made of was lost in a fray KATLEEN as COCKLEDEMOY, attends as his Page. All By a lop, who first bullied and then ran away; their manners, tones, and motions, are fantastic, as those And the strap, from the hide of a lame racer, sold of Goblins. They make two or three times the circuit By Lord Match, to his friend, for some hundreds in gold. of the Room, without seeming to see GULLCRAMMER. They then resume their Chant, or Recitative.

For all of the humbug, the bite, and the buz,

of the make-believe world, becomes forfeit to us.
Cock ledemoy!

COCKLEDEMOY (placing the napkin.)
My boy, my boy,

And this cambric napkin, so white and so fair,
What wilt thou do that will give thee joy?

At an usurer's funeral I stole from the heir.
Wilt thou ride on the midnight owl?

[Drops something from a vial, as

going to make suds.
No; for the weather is stormy and foul.

This dewdrop I caught from one eye of his mother,

Which wept while she ogled the parson with l'other.
My boy, my boy,

For all of the humbug, the bite, and the buz,
What wilt thou do thal can give thee joy?

of the make-believe world, becomes forfeit to us. With a needle for a sword, and a thimble for a hat, Wilt thou fight a traverse with the castle cat ?

OWLSPIEGLE (arranging the lather and the basin.)

My soap-ball is of the mild alkali made,
Oh, no! she has claws, and I like not that.

Which the soft dedicator employs in his trade;

And it froths with the pith of a promise, that's sworn
Gull. I see the devil is a doating father,

By a lover at night, and forgot on the morn.
And spoils his children—'tis the surest way
To make cursed imps them. They see me not For all of the humbug the bite, and the baz,
What will they think on next? It must be own'd, of the make-believe world, beconies forfeit to ns.
They have a dainty choice of occupations.

Halloo, halloo,

The black cock crew,
Thrice shriek'd hath the owl, thrice croak'd hath the raven,

Here, ho! Master Gullcrammer, rise and be shaven !
My boy, my boy,

Da Kapo.
What shall we do that can give thee joy?
Shall we go seek for a cuckoo's nest?

Gull. (who has been observing them.) I'll pluck a

spirit up; they're merry goblins,
That's best, that's best!

And will deal mildly. I will soothe their humour;
вота. .

Besides, my beard lacks trimming.
About, about,

(He rises from his bed, and advances with great
Like an elvish scout,

symptoms of trepidation, but affecting an air The cuckoo's a gull, and we'll soon find him out.

of composure. The Goblins receive him with

fantastio ceremony.
(They search the room with mops and mows. At

length CockLEDEMOy jumps on the bed. Gull- Gentlemen, 'tis your will I should be trimmid
CRAMMER raises himself half up, supporting E'en do your pleasure.
himself by his hands. COCKLEDEMOY does the

(They point to a seathe sits.)
same, and grins at him, then skips from the

Think, howsoe'er, bed, and runs to OWLSPIEGLE.

Of me as one who hates to see his blood;

Therefore I do beseech you, signior,

Be gentle in your craft. I know those barbers,
I've found the nest,
And in it a guest,

One would have barrows driven across his visnomy,
With a sable cloak and a taffeta vest;

Rather than they should touch it with a razor.
He must be wash'd, and trimm'd, and dressid,
To please the eyes he loves the best.


Father never started hair,

Shaved too close, or left too bare-
That's best, that's best.

Faiher's razor slips as glib
As from courtly tongue a fib.

Whiskers, mustache, he can trim in
He must be shaved, and trimm'd, and dressid,

Fashion meet to please the women;
To please the eyes he loves the best.

Sharp's his blade, perfumed his lather,-
[They arrange shaving things on the table,

Happy those are trimm'd by father! and sing as they prepare them,

Gull. That's a good boy. I love to hear a child

Stand for his father, if he were the devil. Know that all of the humbug, the bite, and the buz,

(He motions to rise. of the make-believe world, becomes forfeit to us.

Craving your pardon, sir.- What! sit again?




My hair lacks not your scissors.

She has four wings and strength enow,
(OWLSPIEGLE insists on his sitting.

And her long body has room for two.
Nay, if you're peremptory, I'll ne'er dispute it, Gull. Cockledemoy now is a naughty brat-
Nor eat the cow and choke upon the tail-

Would have the poor oldstiff-rumped devil, his father, E'en trim me to your fashion.

Peril his fiendish neck. All boys are thoughts.
[OWLSPIEGLE cuts his hair, and
shaves his head, ridiculously.

Which way didst thou take ?
COCKLEDENOY (sings as before.)

Hair-breadth 'scapes, and hair-breadth snares,
Hare-brain'd follies, ventures, cares,

I have fallin in the lake
Part when father clips your liairs.

Help, father, for Beelzebub's sake.
If there is a hero frantic,

Gull. The imp is drown'd,-a strange death for a
Or a lover 100 romantic ;-

If threescore seeks second spouse,
Or fourteen lists lover's vows,

0, may all boys take warning, and be civil;
Bring them here-for a Scotch boddle,

Respect their loving sires, endure a chiding,
Owlspicgle shall trim their noddle.

Nor roam by night on dragonflies a-riding!
They take the napkin from about GULLCRAMMER'S
neck. He makes bows of acknowledgment,

which they return fantastically, and sing-

Now merrily, merrily, row 1 lo shore,

My bark is a bean-shell, a straw for an oar.
Thrice crow'd hath the blackcock, thrice croak'd hath the raven,
And Master Melchisedek Gullcrammer's shaven!


My lise, my joy,
Gull. My friends, you are too musical for me;

My Cockledemoy!
But though I cannot cope with you in song,
I would, in humble prose, enquire of you,

Gull. I can bear this no longer-thus children are If that you will permit me to acquit

spoil'd. Even with the barber's pence the barber's service?

(Strikes into the tune.

Master Owlspiegle, hoy! (They shake their heads.

He deserves to be whipp'd, little Cockledemoy! Or if there is ‘aught else that I can do for you,

[Their voices are heard as if dying away. Sweet Master Owlspiegle, or your loving child, Gull. They're gone!-Now, am I scared, or am I not? The hopeful Cockle'moy?

I think the very desperate ecstasy

Of fear has given me courage.' This is strange now. COCKLEDEMOY.

When they were here, I was not half so frighten'd
Sir, you have been trimm'd of late,

As now they're gone—they were a sort of company.
Smooth's your chin, and bald your pate ;
Lest cold rheums should work you harm,

What a strange thing is use-A horn, a claw,
Here's a cap to keep you warm.

The tip of a fiend's tail, was wont to scare me.
Gull. Welcome, as Fortunatus' wishing cap,

Now am I with the devil hand and glove; For 'twas a cap that I was wishing for.

His soap has lather’d, and his razor shaved me; (There I was quaint in spite of mortal terror.)

I've joined him in a catch, kept time and tune,
[As he puts on the cap, a pair of ass's Could dine with him, nor ask for a long spoon ;
ears disengage themselves.

And if I keep not better company,

What will become of me when I shall die? Upon my faith, it is a dainty head-dress,

(Exit. And might become an alderman !—Thanks, sweet Thou’rt a considerate youth.


(Both Goblins bow with ceremony to GULLCRAM-
MER, who returns their salutation. Owls-

A Gothic Hall, vaste and ruinous. The moonlight is at
PIEGLE descends by the trap-door, COCKLEDE-

times seen through the shafted windows.' Enter . MOY springs out at window.

KATLEEN and BLACKTHORN—They have thrown off the SONG (without.)

more ludicrous parts of their disguise.

Kat. This way—this way; was ever fool so gulld! Cockledemoy, my hope, my care,

Black. I play'd the barber better than I thought for. Where art thou now, tell me where?

Well, I've an occupation in reserve,

When the long bow and merry musket fail me.-

But, hark ye, pretty Katleen.
Up in the sky,


What should I hearken to?
On the bonny dragonfly,
Come, father, come you too-

Black. Art thou not afraid,


["Cowards, upon necessity, assume

A fearful bravery ; thinking by this face
To fastep in men's minds that they have courage."


, 1 bave a notion that this can be managed so as to represent imperfect, or flitting moonlight, upon the plan of the Eidophusikon.

In these wild halls while playing feigned goblins, Partakes not the alarm.--If thou dost come in That we may meet with real ones?

Heaven's name, Kat.

Not a jot.

In Heaven's name art thou welcome! My spirit is too light, my heart too bold,

Pal. I come, by Heaven permitted. Quit this castle: To fear a visit from the other world.

There is a fate on't-if for good or evil, Black. But is not this the place, the very hall, Brief space shall soon determine. In that fate, In which men say that Oswald's grandfather, If good, by lineage thou canst nothing claim; The black Lord Erick, walks his penance round? If evil, much mayst suffer.-Leave these precincts. Credit me, Katleen, these half-moulder'd columns Kat. Whate'er thou art, be answer’d-Know, I will Have in their ruin something very fiendish,

Desert the kinswoman who train’d my youth; [not And, if you'll take an honest friend's advice, Know, that I will not quit my friend, my Flora; The sooner that you change their shatter'd splendour Know, that I will not leave the aged man For the snug cottage that I told you of,

Whose roof has shelter'd me. This is my resolveBelieve me, it will prove the blither dwelling. If evil come, I aid my friends to bear it;

Kat. If I e'er see that cottage, honest Blackthorn, If good, my part shall be to see them prosper, Believe me, it shall be from other motive

A portion in their happiness from which Than fear of Erick's spectre.

No fiend can bar me. (A rustling sound is heard.


Maid, before thy courage, Black.

I heard a rustling sound Firm built on innocence, even beings of nature Upon my life, there's something in the hall,

More powerful far than thine, give place and way; Katleen, besides us two!

Take then this key, and wait the event with courage. Kat. A yeoman thou,

[He drops the key.-Jle disappears gradually A forester, and frighten'd! I am sorry

--the moonlight sailing at the same time. I gave the fool’s-cap to poor Gullcrammer,

Kat. (aster a pause.) Wbate'er it was, 'tis gone! And let thy head go bare.

My head turns round-
The blood that lately fortified my

[The same rushing sound is repeated.

Now eddies in full torrent to my brain, Black. Why, are you mad, or bear you not the sound?

And makes wild work with reason. I will haste, Kat. And if I do, I take small heed of it.

If that my steps can bear me so far safe,
Will you allow a maiden to be bolder
Than you, with beard on chin and sword at girdle? Again in the long aisle, or vaulted passage?

To living company. What if I meet it
Black. Nay, if I had my sword, I would not care;

And if I do, the strong support that bore me Though I ne'er heard of master of defence,

Through this appalling interview, again So active at his weapon as to brave

Shall strengthen and uphold me. The devil, or a ghost-See! see! see yonder!

[As she steps forward she stumbles over the key. (A Figure is imperfectly seen between

What's this? The key?—there may be mystery in't. two of the pillars.

I'll to my kinswomen, when this dizzy fit Kat. There's something moves, that's certain, and will give me leave to choose my way aright. the moonlight,

[She sits down exhausted. Chased by the flitting gale, is too imperfect To show its form; but, in the name of God,

Re-enter BLACKTHORN, with a drawn sword and torch. I'll venture on it boldly. Black. Wilt thou so?

Black. Katleen! What, Katleen !- What a wretch Were I alone, now, I were strongly tempted To trust my heels for safety; but with thee,

To leave her!—Katleen, I am weapon'd now, Be it fiend or fairy, I'll take risk to meet it.

And fear nor dog nor devil.-She replies not! Kat. It stands full in our path, and we must pass it,

Beast that I was-nay, worse than beast; the stag, Or tarry here all night.

As timorous as he is, fights for bis hind.
In its vile company?

What's to be done ?-I'll search this cursed castle [As they advance towards the figure, it is more

From dungeon to the battlements; if I find her not, plainly distinguished, which might, I think, I'll fling me from the highest pinnaclebe contrived by raising successive screens of Kat. (who has somewhat gathered her spirits, in concrape. The Figure is wrapped in a long robe,

sequence of his entrance, comes behind and like the mantle of a Hermit, or Palmer.

touches him; he starts.)

Brave sir! Pal. Ho! ye who thread by night these wildering I'll spare you that rash leap-You're a bold woodsman! scenes,

Surely I hope that from this night henceforward
In garb of those who long have slept in death, You'll never kill a hare, since you're akin to them;

the company of those you imitate ?

O I could laugh—but that my head's so dizzy.
Black. This is the devil, Katleen, let us fly!

Black. Lean on me, Katleen-By my honest word,

[Runs off. I thought you close behind- I was surprised, Kat. I will not fly-why should I? My nerves shake Not a jot frighten’d. To look on this strange vision, but my heart

Kal. Thou art a fool to ask me to thy cottage,

was I

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