Mrs. Inchbald.

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Oi$m.MnB^l U^mhxhe barnUc potidtftf [Ttkts the
Battle bet^^n tke Mfts of his Robe.] Tbevcr i t is.

Rq^, Well,, 0siiiyn» as n reward for youl: «ervi<ies^
jou shall have the iirst of the bottle-^^-Uere^ drink;

Osm, I drink the belli shiieverage!-^!' Who anil a
true' believer, a rigid Mussulman ! ;

Rox. [To the Sultan,2 Sir, be disobeys me,

SuL Drink as you are ordered.

Osm. I must obey, and taste the horrible liquor.
Oh Mahomet^ shut thy eyes— TiB -idonc— 1 have
obeyed.

Rox. Ismena, hold your glass tliere.*^Elmira, fill
your's and the Sultan's glass,

^S?//. Nay, pray dispense with Uie,

Ho«. Dispense witli you, Sir f Why shok'dw^ dis-
pense with you ? Oh, 1 understand you - -perhapi you
donH choose those gentlemen -should see you— ^1 v^ill
soon turn them off.— Gentlemen, you may go ; we
shall bave no occasion for you, I belie ve.-^Come^ la-
dies, talk a little ; if you don't talk, ydu must sing*
IsmeOa^ oblige us with a song.

Isut.'siA Sings.

i.

Ib Tata ©f their Tckdom superior,

THe inea proudly make such a fVtsi ;. "

Tbeugb our talents forspnth are iaferior.

The boasters are goven^'d by us*
Peer or peasant 'tis the same.
They're our masters^ but in name ;
Let them say whatever they Will,
tV'oinau^ W9iuau^ rulet) iheoi stiU. ■

It. '' ■

At courts who would se^k. fyr pr^pot^l*^

To us bis petition should bring :
The state puppets are at our devotion^

And move just as we ^utt the string.



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274 THE SULTAN. ACT II.

Favouritetf rise or tamble down
As we deign to smile or frovn ;
Let noen say whate'er they will»
Womau, woman, mles them stiU.

III.

ThoQgh assembled in g;raYe conyocafioa^

Men wrangle on matters of state ;
Our ser on the state of the nation,

A» well as themselves could debate.
We let them tallc, bat 'tis most certain.
That we decide behind the curtain ;
iiet them say whatever they will.
Woman, woman, rules tbem.stilU

Rox, Come, sir, I insist upon your drinking.

Sul. I must do as you bid me. [Drinksm

Rox. That> clever.

Sul. [Aside.} How extraordinary is the conduct
of this creature, endeavouring thus to display the ac- .
complishments of her rivalsl but in every thing she
is my superior. I can rest no longer.

[Gives the Handkerchief to Rox a l an a.

Rox, To me ! Oh, no — Ismena, 'tis your's ; the
Sultan gives it as a reward for the pleasure you have
given him with your charming song.

[Gives the Handkerchief to IsMfiKA.

Elm. [Faintsl] Oh !

Sul. [Snatching the Handkerchief from Ismbita,
gives it ^0 Elmira.] Elmira/tis your^s— look jip,
Elmira.

Elm, Oh, sir f [Recovering,]

Sul. [To Rox. J Foryo«i> out of my sight, auda-
cious ! Let her be tak^U ^W^y immediately, and de-
graded to the rank of' the lowest slave. [Exit Rox a-
LAKA guarded,! But 'she 'shall foe punished, nbadam^
ami yo^ stfffitientty fievehged. ' '

Elm. I do not wiafb H ; in your love All my desires
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5CBKBI. TBE SULTAN. 27^

Sul, If we cfaasdse.ber^ it mu^t be severely. Go,
order her to be brought hither* . <

£lm. What is your design, sir I

SuL I would, before her face, repair the injustice
•I was going to do you; excite her envy; and, ren-
dering her punishment complete, leave her in ever-
lasting jealousy.

Elm. I beseech you, think no more of hen

SuL Pardon me, I think differently.^— Let her be
brought hither, I say.

- Osm. Sirj they have not had time to put on her
slave's kabit yet. .

SuL No matter — fetch her as she is ; and now,
Elroira, let our endearments be redoubled in her
sight.

JE/m. Is that necessat-y, sir ?

SuL Oh, it will gall her — I know it will gall her.
We feel our misfortunes with tenfold anguish, when
we compare what we are with what we might have
been.

Elm. It will have no effect ; she is a giddy crea-
ture-^her gaiety is her all.

SuL :No, no, the contrary ; that's the thing that
strikes me in Rox^lana's character. Through what
you caJl her frivolous gaiety, candour and good sense
shine so apparent.

Elm» There's an end on't; if you justify her. ..

[Proudly.

Sul. I justify her ! far from it ; and you shall
.presently be convinced I mean to make her feel the
• utmost rigour of my resentment.

Enter RoxALAiTii.

. Here she comes, she's in afiiicUon ; and her left band,
there, endeavours to hide a h^U9)iliated cpuntenance.
[To Uo^.] Approach.— >Elmirfi,<have you determined
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^# TBB SULTAN. ^kCt IS.

£/m« I shall not add to what she suffers* '

Sul. How that sentiment charms me ! Indeed, £W
mira, I blush to think, that so unvarthy an object
should have been able for a moment to smvprifse me
to a degree, even to make me forget your superior
Tnerit; but I am now yours for ever andiever.

Rox. Ha, ha, ha ! , ,

SuL Death and hell ! she laughs.

Ro£, Ha, ha, ha I ^Tis involuntary, I assiire ye« i
therefore, pray forgive me : I beg your pardon.

SttL 'Tis impudence beyond bearing 2 biit I want
to know the meaning of all this ?

Aox. The meaning is plain, and any body may so»
with half an eye you don't love Elmira.

Sul. Whom do I love then ?

Rox. Me.

SuL You are the object of my anger.

Rox, That don't signify ; love and anger often g*-
together ; I am the object of your anger, because I
treat you with the sincerity of a friend ; but, with
your Highnesses permission, I shall take myself awaj
this moment for ever.

SuL Go then, and ptefer infamy to grandeur*

Rox, I will instantly get out of your sublime pre-
tence. ICtom?^*

Sid. No, you shan't go-^£lmira, do you withdraw«^
[Exit Elmira*] W«r6 I to give way to ray trans-
• ports, I should make you feel the weight of my <li«"
pleasure ; but I frame excuses for you that you scoim
to make for yourself* What, despise ray favoifrs, m*
suit my condescension ! sure, you can't be aensible
. of your own folly !— Proceed, go on, continue to en-
rage your too indulgent master.

Rax* You are my master, it is true ; but c<^uld the
robber, that sold .me to you for a thousand chequins*
transfer my mind and inclinations to you along wiih
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K;Eir« u YfiB sutTAir. ' 27f

great SolyrtDari tneanly triumphed over tbe per86n of
ih€ slave, whoM mind he could not stibdne.

SuL Tell Ibe whom yoo are; what specie^ of m-
consistent being, at once so trifling and respectable,
that you seduce my heart, while you teach me my
duty? • '

Rojc, I am nothing but a poor slave, who is your
friend. .

•SuL 'B«j still my friend, my mistress; for hitherto
I have known only flatterers. I here devote myself
to you, and the whole empire shall pay you homage,

Rox. But, pray, tell me then, by what title am I
to govern here ?

SuL By what title? I don't understand you. Come,
come, no more of this aflected coyness and dissem-
bling. I see, I know you love me. Or, if you will
wait, perhaps time will bring it about.

Rot, Wait, indeed ! No, sir ! Your wife, or hum-
ble servant. My resolution is fixed, fix yours.

SuL But an emperor of the Turks—

Rox. May do as he pleases, and should be despo-
tic sometimes on the side of reason and virtue.

SuL Then there is our law—

Rot. Which is monstrous and absur#.

SuL The mufti, the viziers, and the agas. — But,
what would the people say ! ' *

Rox, The people !— are they to govern you ? Make
the people happy, and they will not prevent yOur be-
ing so. They would be pleased to see you raise to
the throne one that you love, and would love you,
and be beloved by your people. Should she inter-
pose in behalf of the unfortunate, relieve the distress-
ed by her munificence, and diffuse happiness through
the palace, she would be admired^-she would be a-
dored^^^he'd be like the queen of the country from
whence I came.

SuL It is enough, my scruples are at an end — my

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278 • THE SULTASr. ACT If.

prejudices, like clouds before the rising sun; vani^
before the lights of your superior reason — My love
is no longer a foible — ^you are worthy of empire.

Enter Osmtn.

Otm. Most sublime Sultan; the Sultana Elmira
• claims your promise for liberty to depart.

Rox, Is that the case ? Let then the first instance
of my exaltation be to give her liberty; let the gates
of the seraglio be thrown open.

SuL And as for Elmira^ she shall go in a manner
suitable to her rank. [Exit.

OsMYN returns*

Osm, Sir, the dwarfs and bostangis, your Highness
had ordered, attend.

SuL Let them come in. This day is devoted to
festivity ; and you who announce my decree, pro-
claim to the world, that the Sultana Roxalana reigns
the unrivalled partner of our diadem.'

Osm, There's an end of my office. Who could
have thought, that a little cock'd*up nose would have
overturned the customs of a mighty empire !

SuL Now, my Roxalana, let the world observe by
thy exaltation the wonderful dispensations of Pro*
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ROSIN A,

A

COMIC OPERA.

IN TWO ACTS.

AS PEBFORMED AT THE

THEATRE-EOYAI* COVENT-GABDEN,
MRS BROOKE.



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DRAMATIS PERSONS.



Mr Belvill£>

Captain Beltxllb^

William,

Rustic,

Patrick,

Phelim,



Mr IncledoH,
Mr Bellamj^^
Mr Taylor,
Mr Streets
Mr Waddu,
Mr WiUe.



KOSINA,

Dorcas^

Ph(£BE,



MU$ Bonfitld,
Mn Emery,
Mrs Litton*



Eeapert, Gledners, ServaritSf j-c.
SCENE^A Village in the North.



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ROSINA.



ACT L^SCENE I.

William, Rosina, Phcebe.

- Whieo the rosy mora appearing,

. Paints with gold the yerdaiit law
Bees, on banks of thyme disportiqg.
Sip the sweets, and hail the dawn.

Warbling birds, the day proclaimings

Carol sweet the tively strain ;
They forsake their leafy dweiling,

To secure the golden grain.

See; content, the humble gleaner
Takes the scattered ears that fall !

Nature, all her childroi viewing.
Kindly bounteous, cares for all.

[William retirea.

fios. See, my dear Dorcas, what we gleaned yes-
terday in Mr Belville's fields !

l^Condfigformrdf and shewing the Com ntthe Door*



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2d2 lK>0IMA, ACT I*

Dor. Lord love thee ! but take care of thyself:
thou art but tender.

Rob, Indeed it does not hurt me. Shall I put out
the lamp ?

Dor, Do, dear : the poor must be sparing.
[RosiNA going to put out the Lamp, Dorcas looks (after
her and sighs, she returns hastily.
Bos, Why do you sigh, Dorcas ?
Dor, I canuo' bear it : it's nothing to Phoebe and
me, but thou wast not born to labour.

Ros^ Why should I repine ? heaven, which depri-
ved me of my parents, and my fortune, left me health,
content, and innocence. Nor is it certain that riches
lead to happiness. Do you think the nightingale
sings the sweeter for being in a gilded cage ?

Dor, Sweeter, Til maintain it, than the poor little
linnet, which thou pick'dst up half-starved under the
hedge yest^day^ after its mother had been shot, and
brought'st to life in thy bosom. Let me speak to his
honour, he's main kind to the poor,

Ros, Not for worlds, Dorcas; I want nothing : you
have been a mother to me.

Dor. Would I could ! would J could ! I ha' worked
hard, and earned moifiey in my time; but now I am
old and feeble, and atn pushed about by every body.
More's the pity, I say : it was not so in my young
time ; but the world grows wickeder every day.

Ros. Your age, my good Dorcas, requires rest : go
into the cottage, whilst Phoebe and I join the glean*
■ers, who are assembling from every part of the vil-
lage-

Dor. Many a. time have I irarried thy dear mother,
an infant, in these arms : little did I think a child of
her's wiouTd live to share my poor pittance.*— But I
wo' not grieve thee.

[I)oRCAS enters the Cottage, looking back affectionate^

hf at RosiNA.
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mayhap it's because you have not a sweetheart ? but
you are so proud» you won't let our youog men come
a near you. You may live to repent being so scorns
fui.

When William at ere iiieeiB me down at the 9tiley

How sweet is the nightingale's soi^ f
Of the day I forget the labour and toU,

Whilst the moon plays yon branches among.

By her beams, without blushing) I hear him complain.

And believe every word of his song :
You know not how swefet 'tis to love the dear swain.

Whilst the moon plays yon branches among.

IDuring the hut Stanza, William appears at the end
of the Scene, and nuikes signs to Phcbbe, who, when
it isfamhed, steals softly to him, and they disappear.

Ros, How small a part of my eviU is poverty ! and
how little does Phoebe know the heart she thinks in-
sensible 1 the heart which nourishes a hopeless pas-
sion. I blest, like others, Belville's gentle virtues,
and knew not that 'twas love. Unhappy, lost Ro-
sina !

Am.

The mom returns in salTron drest.
But not to sad Rosina rest.
The blushing motn awakes the strain^'

Awakes the tuneful choir,
Bnt sad Rosina ne'er again
BhaU strike the sprightly lyre.

Rus. [Betxveen the Scenes.} To work, my hearts of
oak, to woik ; here the sun is half aii hour high> and
|]K)t a stroke struck yet.

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AIR.

Emi See, je swaioB, yop BtrealcB of red
Call you from yoar Blotbfiil bed i
Late yon tilled the fniitful soil ;
See where harvest crowns your toil !

Chorus of Reapers. .

Late you tilled the fruitful soil :
See where harrest crowns your toil !

|2u«* As we reap the golden com,

Lai^hing Plenty fills her hora ;
What would gilded pomp avail,
{Should the peasant's labbur ftiU f

Chorus of Reapers,
What would gilded pomp avaiJj
Should ihe pe9Baot*9 labopir ^ail ?

^tif. Ripen'd fields your care? repay.
Sons of labour, haste away ;
Bending, see the waving grain
Crown the year, un^ pheer the swaih.

Chorus of Reapa^s^

Bending, see th^ waving gr^in
Crown the year, and clKer the swain.

Rus. Hist ! there's his| hpnour. Where are all the
. lazy Irishmen I hired yesterday at market ?

Enter two Irishmen.

1 Irish. Is it us he's talking of, Paddy ? then the
devil may thank him for )iis good commendations.

Enter Belville^ with two Servants,

Bel. You are too severe. Rustic, the poor fellows
pame three, miles this morning; therefore I made
them stop at tt^e manor-house to take ^ little refresh*
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1 Itish, God love your sweet face, my jewel, and
all those that take your part. Bad lack to myself if
I would not, with all the veins of my heart, split the
dew before your feet in a morning. [To Belville*

Rtis, If I do speak a little cross, it^ for your ho-
nour's good.

IThe Reapers eta the C&m, and make k into
Sheaves, ^osw a Jblloxvs, and gleans.
.Rud. [Seeing^RosMHA."] What a dickens doth this
l^rl do here ? keep back ; wait till the rea]pers are
off the field; do Uke the other gleaners.

Ros. [Timidly.] If I have done wrong, sir, I will
put what I have gleaned down again.

[She lets fall the Ears she had gleaned.
BeL Ho^ can you be so unfeeling. Rustic ? she is
lovely, virtuous, and in want Let fall some ears,
that she may dean the more.

Rus. Your honour is too good by half.
Bel, No more ; gather up the corn she has let fall.
Do as I command you,

Rus. There take the whole field, since his honour
chuses it.

[Putting the Com into her apron, ^ires gleaning.

2 Irish, Upon my soul now, his honour's no churl
oC the wheat, whatever he may be of the barley.

Bel. [^Looking after Rosina.] What bewitching
softness t there is a blushing, bashfiil gentleness, an
almost infantine innocence in that lovely countenance,
which it is impossible to behold without emotion ! she
turns this way : what bloom on that cheek ! ^tis the
blushing down of the peach.

AIR.

Her mouth, which a smile.
Devoid of all guile,
, Half opens to yiew.

Is the bud of the rose,
' io the moroing that blows,
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389 105111 A. ACT I.

Morf fragraat her.breatb
Than the flower-scented beatk

At the dawDiDg of day ;
The hawthorn in bloom,
The lily's perfume.

Or the blossoms of May.

S$^€r Cdplotn Belville in a Riding Dress,

Copt. B. Good- morrow, brother; you are eariy
abroad.

BeL My dear Charles, J am happy to .aee you* ,
True, I find, to the first of September.

CapU B. 1 meant to have been here last night, but
one of my wheels broke, and I was obliged to sleep
at a Tillage six miles distant, where I left my chaise,
and took a boat down the river at day-break. But
your corn is not off the ground.

BeL You know our harvest is late in the north, but
ypu will find all the lands cleared on the other side
the mountain.

Capt, B, And pray, brother, how are the partridges
this season ?

BeL There are twenty coveys within sight of my
house, and the dogs are in fine order.

Oqa. B. The game-keeper is this niomeat leading ,
t}ien) round ; I am fired at the ^ight»

By dawn tp the downs we repi^ir,

With bosoms right jocund and ga^.
And gain more than pheasant or bare-^

Gain health by the sports of the day.

Mark ! mark ! to the right hand, prepare—
See Diana ! she'points !— see, they rise —

See they float on the bosom of air !
Fire away ! whilst loud echo replies,

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6CBME I. BOSfNA. 287

Hark ! the Toney resoimds to the %k\i»l
Wbikt echo in thusder replies !

In thunder replies,

And resounds to the skies.
Fire away ! fire away ! fire away !

Capt B. [Aside,] But wbere is my little rustic
charmer ? O ! there she is. I am transported.«-^Pray>
brother^ iss not that the little girl whose dawning beau-
ty we admired so much last year ?

Bel. It is> and more lovely than ever. I shall dine
. in the field with my reapers to-day, brother: will
. you share our rural repast, or have a dinner prepared
. at the manor-house ?

€apt,'B, By no means : pray let me be of your par-
ty : your plan is an Admirable one, especially if your
girls are handsome. I'll walk round the field, and
meet you at dinner-time.

Bel, Come this way. Rustic ; I have some orders

to give you« [ExeurU Belville and Ruffric

[Capt. Belville goes up to Rosin a, gleans a few Ears,

and presents them to her ; slie refiises them ; she now

oujt, he follows her.

Enter William, speaking at the side Scene.

Will. Lead the dogs back, James, the captain won't
shoot to-day. \seeing Rustic and Phosbe behind,^ In-
deed! so close ? I don't half like it.

Eiiiter Rustic and Pbcebe.

Rus. That's a good girl ! do as I bid you, and you
shan't want encouragement.

[He goes up to the Reapers, and Wiluam cmnes
foivford.
. Will. O, no; I c'are say she won't. So, Mr*
Phcebe?
.Fh(jR. And so, Mr William, if you go to that t
Will. A new sweetheart, I'll be sworn; and apnt^
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288 B08INA« ACT I,

ty comely lad he is : but he's rich, and that's enough
to win a woman* . j

Pha. 1 don't desarve this of you, William : but
I'm rightly sarved for being such an easy fool. You
think, mayhap, I'm at my last prayers; but you may
find yourself mistaken.

WiiL You do right to cry out first; you think
belike that I did not see you take that posy from
Harry.

Phas. And you belike that I did not catch you ty-
ing up one of the cornflowers and wild roses for the
miller's maid : but I'll be fooled no longer; I have
done with you, Mr William.

. fVill. I shan't break my heart, Mrs Phoebe. The
miller's maid loves the ground I walk on.

AlR.~Duct.

Wi!h IVe kissed and I've prattled to fifty f^ir maids.
And changed 'em as oft d'yi ^ee ;
But of all the fair maidens that dance on the green.
The maid of the mill for me.
PhcB^ There's fifty young men have told me fine talcs.
And called me the fairest she :
But of all the gay wrestlers that sport on the green^
Ifottiig Harry's the lad for me.
fFilU Her eyes are as black as the sloe in the hedge,
' Her face like the blossom in May ;
Her teeth are as white as the new shorn flock.
Her breath like the new made hay.
.Plue» He's tall, and he's strait as the poplar tree.
His cheeks are as fresh as the rose;
He looks like a 'squire of high degree.
When drest iu his Sunday clothe.
Phas. There's fifty young men, &c.
Will. I've kissed a«i I've prattled, Ac.

IGp off an difftrent sides qfthe Stags,

As tluy go of, .Ro$iNA and Capu iBsLtiiXE enter.

Capt. B. Stay, and hear me, Rosrna. Why will
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born to wpdc— ^your obstioacy is yain ; youahall bear
me. • '

Ro8^ Why do you stop m^ sir ? my time is pre-
cious. When the gleaaing seasoa is over,, will you
makeup my loss?

Copt. B. Yes. .

Rqs. Will it be any advantage to you to make me
Jose. my day's work ?

dapt. B. Yes.

Jios. Would it give you pleasure to see me pass all
jny days iu idleness ?

Capt. B. Yes. ■{

Ros. We differ greatly then, sir : I only wish for
80 much leisure as makes me return to my work with
fresh spirit. We labour all the week^ 'tis true ; but
then how sweet is our rest on Sunday {

AIR.

Whilst with village maids I stray.
Sweetly wears the joyous day ;
Cheerful glows my artless breast.
Mild Content the constant guest.

Capt^ jff. Mere prejudice, child : you will know
better. I pity you, and will make your fortune.

Ro8. Let me call my mother, sir. I am young,
and can support myself by my labour; but she is
old and helpless, and your charity will be well be- *
stowed. Please to transfer to her the bounty you in-
tended for me.

Capt, B. Why, as to that —

Ros. I understand you, sir; your compassion does
not extend to old women.

Cajpt. B. Realty, I believe not

Enter Dorcas.
Ros. You are just come in time, mother* I have

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met with a generoas geirtieman> whose charity in-
clines him to succour youth.

Dor, 'Tis very kina ; and old ag o ^

Ros. HeUl tell you that himself.

[Rosin A goes into the Ccrtiage^

Dor. I thought so. Sure> sure, 'tis no sin to be
dd!

Capt B, You must not judge of me by others^ ho^
nest Dorcas. I am sorry for your misfortunes, and
wish to serve you.

Dor. And to what, your honour, may I owe thb
kindness ?

Capt, B. You have a charming daughte r

Dor. [Aside.] I thought as much; A vile, wicked
inan !

Capt. B. Beauty like her's might find a jthousand
resources in London : the moment she appears there^;
she will turn every Head.

Dor. And is your honour sure her own won't turn
at the same tim^ ?

(Japt. B. She shall live in affluence,. and take care
pf you too, Dorcas.

Dor. I guess your honour's meaning ; but yoq are
mistake I), sir. If I must be a trouble to the desur
child, I shall rather owe my bread to her labour than
her shame.

[Goes into the Cottage, and shuts the Door.

Capt. B. These women astonish me : but I won\
give it up so.

'Enter Rjjstic^

A word with you. Rustic.

Riis, I'm in a great hurry, your honour ; I aiQ gOv
ing to hasten dinner.

Capt. B. I shan't keep you a minute. Take thei^e
five guineas.

Rtts. For whom, sir?

Capt. B, For yourself j and thiii purse.
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^Rus. For whom, sir ?

Capt. B. For Rosina : they say she is in distress^*
and wants assistance;

Rus. What pleasure it giyes me to see you so cha-
ritable ! But why give me money, sir ?

Capt. B, Only to — ^tell Rosina there is a person
who- is very much interested in her happiness.

Rus, How much you will please his honour by this !
he takes mightily to Rosina, and prefers her to all
the young women in the parish.

Capti B, Prefers her ? ah ! you sly rogue I

[^Laying his Hand on Rustic's Shoulder.

2^2». Your honours a wag ; but Vm sure I meant
no harm.

Capt, B, Give her the money, and tell her she
shall never want a friend : but not a word to my bro-
ther.

Rus. All's safe, ypur honoun

[^Exit Certain Belville;
I don't vastly like this business. At the captain's age
this violent charity is a little duberous. 1 am his
honour's servant, and it's my duty to hide nothing
from him. I'll go seek his honour;, oh, here ne
comes^

Entet "BzLtiLLE,

Bd, Well, Rustic, have you any intelligence to
communicate ?

Rus. A vast deal, sir* Your brother begins to
make a good use of his money : he has given me these
five guineas for myself, and this purse for Rosina.

BeL For Rosinci ! [Aside,"] 'tis plain he loves her !—
Obey him exactly ; but as distress renders the mind


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