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At least that verse is ascribed to Hopkinson -- or alternatively, according to some sources, Gov. William Livingston of New Jersey.
Hopkinson did in any event also write a prose satire on the same theme, and which is included in volume 1 of his Miscellaneous
Essays and Occasional Writings, pp.146-150.
personal grief. But respecting Saratoga, could not Howe, after all, have supported him much better than he
did?
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THE MAID OF OAKS (1774)
from Act I, scen. 1
Sir Harry. My own principle will answer my purpose just as well; with that perspective I have looked
through the woman, and discovered the angel; and you will do the same when you see her, or never brag of
your eyesight more.
Dupeley. Rhapsody and enthusiasm! -- I should as soon discover Mahomets seventh heaven; but what says
your uncle, Old Groveby, to this match?
Sir Harry. Faith I have asked him no questions, and why should I? when I know what must be his answer.
Dupeley. Oh, he can never disapprove a passion that soars above the stars!
Sir Harry. He has all the prejudices of his years, and worldly knowledge; the common old gentlemans
character -- You may see it in every drama from the days of Terence to those of Congreve; though not
perhaps with quite so much good humour, and so little obstinacy as my uncle shews. He is ever most
impetuous, when most kind; and I dare trust his resentment will end with a dramatic forgiveness. Should it
not, I may have pride in the sacrifice of his estate, but no regret -- So much forfortune, Charles -- are there
any other means to reconcile me to your approbation?
Dupeley. Gad I know but one more -- Have you laid any plan for succeeding at the divorce-shop next
winter ? It would be some comfort to your friends, to see you had a retreat in your head.
Sir Harry. Charles, I have listened to your raillery with more patience than it deserves, and should at last be
out of humour with such an importation of conceit and affectation, if I was not sure our good sense would
soon get the better of it. This is called knowing the world -- to form notions without, perhaps, ever seeing a
man in his natural character, or conversing with a woman of principle; and then, for fear of being imposed
upon, be really dupd out of the most valuable feelings in human nature, confidence in friendship, and
esteem in love.
------from Act I, scen.2.
An outside Building, Workmen of all sorts passing to-and-fro.
Architect. [As speaking to persons at work behind the side-scene.] Come, bustle away, my lads, strike the
scaffold, and then for the twelve oclock tankard; up with the rest of the festoons there on the top of the
columns.
First Gardener. Holloa! you sir, where are you running with those flowers?
Second Gardener. Theyre wanted for the Arcades; we can have no deceit there -- if you want store here,
you may make them of paper -- anything will go off by candle-light.
First Lamp-lighter. [Running.] They want above a hundred more lamps yonder, for the illumination of the
portico.
Second Lamp-lighter. Then they may get tallow-candles; I shant have enough to make the sky clear in the
saloon -- that damnd Irish painter has made his ground so dingy, one might as soon make his head
transparent as his portico.
Enter Irish Painter.
Painter. Arrah! what is that you say of my head, Mr. Lamp-lighter?
Second Lamp-lighter. I say you have spoild the transparency, by putting black where you should have put
blue.
Painter. [Dabbing his brush across his face.] Theres a black eye for you; and you may be thankful you got
it so easily -- Trot away with your ladder upon your shoulder, or the devil fire we but you shall have black
and blue both, my dear.
Architect. [Returning.] Good words, good words, gentlemen; no quarrelling -- Your servant, Mr. ODaub;
upon my word you have hit off those ornaments very well -- the first painter we have here could not have
done better.
Painter. No, faith, I believe not, for all his hard name; sure ODaub was a scene-painter before he was
born, though I believe he is older than I too.
Architect. You a scene-painter!
Painter. Ay, by my soul was I, and for foreign countries too.
Architect. Where was that pray?
Painter. Faith, I painted a whole set for the Swish, who carries the Temple of Jerusalem about upon his
back, and it made his fortune, though he got but a halfpenny a-piece for his show.
Architect. [Ironically.] I wish we had known your merits, you should certainly have been employd in
greater parts of the work.
Painter. And, by my soul, it would have been better for you if you had -- I would have put out Mr.
Lanterbugs stars with one dash of my pencil, by making them five times more bright -- Ho! if you had
seen the sign of a setting sun, that I painted for a linendraper, in Bread-Street, in Dublin -- Devil burn me
but the Auroree of OGuide was a fool to it.
Architect. OGuide! -- Who is he? Guid-o, I suppose you mean.
Painter. And if he has an O to his name, what signifies whether it comes before or behind -- Faith, I put it
like my own of ODaub, on the right side, to make him sound more like a gentleman -- besides it is more
melodious in the mouth, honey.
------Architect. Rest you merry, Master Carpenter -- take a draught of the Squires liquor, and welcome, you
shall swim in it, when all is over.
Painter. Faith let me have one merry quarter of an hour before we at it again, and it will be no loss of time
neither -- we will make the next quarter after, as good as an hour -- and so his honour and the sham-peter
will gain by the loss.
First Gardener. Well said, ODaub! and if you will give us the song you made, the quarter of an hour will
be merrier still.
Lady Bab. Oh, my dear, yon have chose a horrid word to express the intercourse of the bon ton; civility may
be very proper in a mercer, when one is choosing a silk, but familiarity is the life of good company. I
believe this is quite new since your time, Mr. Oldworth, but tis by far the greatest improvement the beau
monde ever made.
Oldworth. A certain ease was always an essential part of good breeding; but Lady Bab must explain her
meaning a little further, before we can decide upon the improvement.
Lady Bab. I mean that participation of society, in which the French used to excel, and we have now so
much outdone our models -- I maintain, that among the superior set -- mind, I only speak of them -- our
men and women are put more upon a footing together in London, than they ever were before in any age or
country.
Oldworth. And pray how has this happy revolution been effected ?
Lady Bab. By the most charging of all institutions, wherein we shew the world, that liberty is as well
understood by our women as by our men; we have our Bill of Rights and our Constitution too, as well as
they -- we drop in at all hours, play at all parties, pay our own reckonings, and in every circumstance
(petticoats excepted) are true, lively jolly fellows.
------from Act II, scen.1.
Enter first SHEPHERD, very gaily, followed by a group of Shepherds and Shepherdesses.
SONG.
Shepherd.
Hither, ye swains, with dance and song,
Join your bands in sportive measure;
Hither, ye swains, with dance and song,
Merrily, merrily, trip it along:
Tis holiday, lads, from the cares of your tillage,
Life, health, and joy, to the lord of the village.
Scenes of delight,
Round you invite,
Harmony, beauty, love, and pleasure:
Hither, ye swains, with dance and song.
Join your bands in sportive measure,
Chorus. -- Hither ye swains, &c.
Shepherdess.
Hither, ye nymphs, and scatter around
Every sweet the spring discloses;
Hither, ye nymphs, and scatter them round.
With the bloom of the hour enamel the ground:
The feast of the day is devoted to beauty.
Sorrow is treason, and pleasure a duty:
Love shall preside,
Sovereign guide!
Fetter his winks with links of roses:
Hither, ye nymphs, and scatter around
Lady Bab. [Aside.] My spark does not seem to want observation, he is only deficient in expression; but I
will help him to that presently. Now to my character. [Settles herself.
Dupeley. [Aside.] What a neck she has! how beautifully nature works, when she is not spoild by a damnd
town stay-maker; what a pity she is so awkward! I hope she is not foolish.
[During this observation, he keeps his eye fixed upon her neck; Lady Bab looks first at him, then at herself;
unpins her nose-gay, and with an air of the most perfect naivet; presents it to him.
Lady Bab. You seem to wish for my nosegay, sir, it is much at your service.
[Offers the flower and curtseys awkwardly.
Dupeley. Oh, the charming innocent! -- my wishes extend a little further. A thousand thanks, my fair one; I
accept it as a faint image of your own sweets. To whom am I so much obliged?
Lady Bab. To the garden-man, to be sure; he has made flowers to grow all over the garden, and they smell
so sweet; pray smell em, they are charming sweet I assure you, and have such fine colours -- law! you are
a fine nosegay yourself, I think. [Simpers and looks at him.
Dupeley. Exquisite simplicity! [Half aside.] sweet contrast to fashionable affectation -- Ah, I knew at first
glance you were a compound of innocence and sensibility.
Lady Bab. Lack-a-dazy heart! how could you hit upon my temper so exactly?
Dupeley. By a certain instinct I have; for I have seen few, or none of the sort before; but, my dear girl, what
is your name and situation?
Lady Bab. Situation!
Dupeley. Ay, what are you?
Lady Bab. I am a bridemaid [sic].
Dupeley. But, my sweet image of simplicity, when you are not a bridemaid, what is your way of life? how
do you pass your time?
Lady Bab. I rise with the lark, keep my hands always employed, dance upon a holiday, and eat brown bread
with content. [With an innocent curtsey.
Dupeley. O, the delicious description ! -- beachen shades, bleating flocks, and pipes, and pastorals. [Aside.]
What an acquisition to my fame, as well as pleasure, to carry off this quintessence of Champtre! -- tis but
an annuity job -- Ill do it.
[During this soliloquy she examines him round and round.
Lady Bab. And pray, what may you be? for I never saw any thing so out of the way in all my life ! -- he, he,
he! [Simpering.
Dupeley. Me, my dear -- I am a gentleman.
------from Act V, scen 1.
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In reference to the central character of Samuel Richardsons widely popular and influential novel, Clarissa (1748).
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Contrast. Very sententious truly -- quite Rashlys flourish, -- In Italy now I could have this fellow put
under ground for a sequin -- in this damned country, we can do nothing but despise him. Boxing was once
genteel; but till the fashion returns, it would be as low to accept the challenge of a vulgar as to refuse it to
an equal. [Exit.
Trumore. How is my Sophia? happy, happy moment that brought me to your rescue!
Sophia. If the thoughts you most wish I should entertain of my deliverer can repay you, trace them by your
own heart, Trumore; they will harmonize with its tenderest emotions.
Trumore. Oh, the rapture of my Sophias preference! thus let me pour forth my gratitude.
[Kneeling y and kissing her hand.
------from Act II, scen. 2
Rashly. Be comforted, Sophia, with the reflection, that I lament, and do not blame your attachment; you
know I agree, both upon experience and principle, that the only basis for happiness in every station of life is
disinterested love.
When first this humble roof I knew.
With various cares I strove;
My grain was scarce, my sheep were few,
My all of wealth was love.
By mutual toil our board was dressd ;
The stream our drink bestowd ;
But, when her lips tlie brim had press*d,
The cup with Nectar flowd.
Content and Peace the dwelling shard,
No other guest came nigh,
In them was given, though gold was spard.
What gold could never buy.
No value has a splendid lot
But as the means to prove,
That from the castle to the cot
The all of life was love.
------from Act III, scen. 2
Rental. By your dress you should belong to the army; pray, sir, what is your real business?
Trepan. I am a manufacturer of honour and glory -- vulgarly calld a recruiting dealer -- or, more vulgarly
still, a skin merchant. I come to a country wake as to a good market -- a little patience, and you shall see
my practice -- come, paste up more bills -- and the devices -- they are not half thick enough wheres the
lion rampant, with a grenadiers cap upon his head?
First Workman. Here, sir, here.
Trepan. And the marine device?
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Second Workman. Here it is -- done to life -- the prize boarded; the decks running with arrack punch, and
dammed up with gold dust.
Trepan. Right, lad, place that next the lion. I dont see the London tailor with his foot upon the neck of the
French king.
Third Workman. Here he is in all his glory.
Trepan. Paste him up on the other flank of the lion -- so, so, pretty well -- what have you left for the
corner?
Fourth Workman. The East-Indies, Captain, a nabob in triumph, throwing rough diamonds to the young
fifers to play at marbles..
Trepan. [To Rental.] Very well, very well -- sir, how do you like my shop? the wall -- See how my new
Colonels stand over the old ones, with their names in capitals as tall as their spontoons.
Rental. Arranged with a great deal of fancy indeed.
Trepan. Aye, and meaning too -- I can tell you -- but do only look at my recruits -- do but look at them -[Crimp gives the word March.] theres stuff for all work -- southern rangers, and northern hunters -lowlanders and highlanders, and loyals and royals, and chasseurs and dasheurs -- I suppose now you would
like such a fellow as that. [Pointing at a smart recruit.
Rental. It is a thousand pities he should be shot at.
Trepan. Be in no apprehension, hell never die by powder.
Rental. What do you mean?
Trepan. Lord help you! how you might be imposed upon -- hes my decoy-duck -- mere shew goods for the
shop-window -- not an inch of wear and tear in the whole piece. The dog inherited desertion from his
family. His brother was called Quicksilver Jack, he was hanged at last at Berlin, after having served six
different princes in the same pair of shoes.
------Crimp. [To Trepan.] Heres a fine set of country fellows getting round us, a march and a song might do
well.
Trepan. [Aside.] You are right! -- [Aloud.] Come, my lads, well give you a taste of a soldiers life.
Corporal Snap, give them the song our officers used to be so fond of; it will please their sweet-hearts as
well as themselves -- strike up drums.
[Corporal Snap sings.]
Gallant comrades of the blade,
Pay your vows to beauty;
Marss [sic] toils are best repaid
In the arms of beauty.
With the myrtle mix the vine,
Round the laurel let them twine;
Then to glory, love, and wine
Pay alternate duty.
CHORUS.
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Lord Gayville. By a cupid, honest Prompt, and these characters were engraved by the point of his arrow!
[Kissing the superscription. ] To -- Heartly, Esq. Blandish, did you ever see any thing like it?
Blandish. If her style be equal to her hand-writing
Lord Gayville. If it be equal! -- Infidel! you shall have proof directly. [Opens the letter precipitately.] Heyday! what the devils here? my bills again, and no line -- not a word -- Death and disappointment, whats
this!
Prompt. Gad, its well if she is not off again -- faith, I never asked where the letter came from.
Lord Gayville. Should you know the messenger again?
Prompt. I believe I should, my lord. For a cupid he was somewhat in years, about six feet high, and a nose
rather given to purple.
Lord Gayville. Spare your wit, sir, till you find him.
Prompt. I have a shorter way -- my life upon it I start her myself.
Blandish. And what is your device, sirrah?
Prompt. Lord, sir, nothing so easy as to bring every living creature in this town to the window: a tame bear,
or a mad ox; two men, or two dogs fighting; a balloon in the air -- (or tied up to the ceiling, tis the same
thing) -- make but noise enough, and out they come, first and second childhood, and every thing between -I am sure I shall know her by inspiration.
Lord Gayville. Shall I describe her to you?
Prompt. No, my lord, time is too preciousIll be at her last lodgings, and afterwards half the town over,
before your lordship will travel from her forehead to her chin.
Lord Gayville. Away, then, my good fellow. He cannot mistake her; for when she was formed, nature broke
the mould. [Exit Prompt.
------from Act II, scen. 1.
Sir Clement. Emily, I protest you seem to study after me; proceed, child, and we will read together every
character that comes in our way.
Lady Emily. Read ones acquaintance -- delightful! What romances, novels, satires, and mock heroics
present themselves to my imagination! Our young men are flimsy essays; old ones, political pamphlets;
coquets, fugitive pieces; and fashionable beauties, a compilation of advertised perfumery, essence of pearl,
milk of roses, and Olympian dew. Lord, I should now and then though turn over an acquaintance with a
sort of fear and trembling.
Clifford. How so?
Lady Emily. Lest one should pop unaware upon something one should not, like a naughty speech in an old
comedy; but it is only skipping what would make one blush.
Sir Clement. Or if you did not skip, when a woman reads by herself, and to herself, there are wicked
philosophers, who doubt whether her blushes are very troublesome.
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Lady Emily. [To Sir Clement.] Do you know now that for that speech of yours -- and for that saucy smile of
yours. [To Clifford.] I am strongly tempted to read you both aloud!
Sir Clement. Come try Ill be the first to open the book.
Lady Emily. A treatise of the Houyhnhnms, after the manner of Swift, tending to make us odious to
ourselves, and to extract morose mirth from our imperfections. -- [Turning to Clifford.] Contrasted with an
exposition of ancient morality addressed to the moderns: a chimerical attempt upon an obsolete subject.
Sir Clement. We must double down that page. And now well have a specimen of her ladyship.
Lady Emily. Ill give it you myself, and with justice; which is more than either of you would.
Sir Clement. And without skipping.
------Sir Clement. But your uncle, the present lord, made amends?
Clifford. Amply. He offered to send me from Cambridge to an academy in Germany, to fit me for foreign
service: well judging that a cannon ball was a fair and quick provision for a poor relation.
Sir Clement. Upon my word I have known uncles less considerate.
------Sir Clement. You need not go out of the room for that purpose. The schedule of an heiresss fortune is a
compendium of her merits, and the true security for marriage happiness.
Lady Emily. I am sure I guess at your system -- That union must be most wise, which has wealth to support
it, and no affections to disturb it. Sir Clement. Right.
Lady Emily. That makes a divorce the first promise of wedlock; and widowhood the best blessing of life;
that separates the interest of husband, wife, and child
Sir Clement. To establish the independent comfort of all -Lady Emily. Upon the broad basis of family hatred. Excellent, my dear uncle, excellent indeed; and upon
that principle, though the lady is likely to be your niece, and my sister, I am sure you will have no objection
to my laughing at her a little.
Sir Clement. Youll be puzzled to make her more ridiculous than I think her. What is your plan?
Lady Emily. Why, though her pride is to be thought a leader in fashions, she is sometimes a servile copyist.
Blandish tells me I am her principal model; and what is most provoking, she is intent upon catching my
manner as well as my dress, which she exaggerates to an excess that vexes me. Now if she will take me in
shade, Ill give her a new outline, I am resolved; and if I do not make her a caricature for a printshop.
------Sir Clement. Well, Clifford! What do you think of her [i.e., Lady Emily]?
Clifford. That when she professes ill-temper, she. is a very awkward counterfeit.
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Sir Clement. But her beauty, her wit, her improvement, since you went abroad? I expected from a man of
your age and taste, something more than a cold compliment upon her temper. Could not you, compatibly
with the immaculate sincerity you profess, venture as far as admiration?
Clifford. I admire her, sir, as I do a bright star in the firmament, and consider the distance of both as equally
immeasurable.
Sir Clement. [Aside.] Specious rogue! [To him.] Well, leave Emily then to be winked at through telescopes;
and now to a matter of nearer observation. What is Gayville doing?
------from Act III, scen. 1.
Miss Alton. [Aside.] A very strange old man. [To him, more confused.] Sir, youll pardon me, I believe Miss
Alscrip is waiting.
Alscrip. Dont be afraid, my dear, enchanting diffident (zounds, what a flutter am I in!) dont be afraid -my disposition, to be sure, is too susceptible; but then it is likewise so dove-like, so tender, and so innocent.
Come, play me that tune, and enchant my ear, as you have done my eye.
Miss Alton. Sir, I wish to be excused, indeed it does not deserve your attention.
Alscrip. Not deserve it! I had rather hear you, than all the signoritininies together. -- These are the strings to
which my senses shall dance. [Sets the harp.
Miss Alton. Sir, it is to avoid the affectation of refusing what is so little worth asking for.
[Takes the harp and plays a few bars of a lively air. Alscrip kisses her fingers with rapture.
Alscrip. Oh ! the sweet little twiddle-diddles!
Miss Alton. For shame, sir, what do you mean?
[Alscrip gets hold of both her hands and continues kissing her fingers.
Miss Alton. [Struggling.] Help!
Enter Miss Alscrip.
Miss Alscrip. I wonder what my papa is doing all this time?
[A short pause --Miss Alscrip surprised -- Miss Alton confused. -- Alscrip puts his hand to his eye.
Alscrip. Oh, child! I have got something in my eye, that makes me almost mad. -- A little midge -- I
believe. -- Gad, I caught hold of this young ladys hand in one of my twitches, and her nerves were as
much in a flutter as if I had bit her.
Miss Alscrip. [Significantly.] Yes, my dear papa, I perceive you have something in your eye, and Ill do my
best to take it out immediately Miss Alton, will you do me the favour to walk into the drawing room?
Miss Alton. I hope, madam, you will permit me, at a proper opportunity, to give my explanation of what has
passed? [Retires.
Miss Alscrip. Theres no occasion -- Let it rest among the catalogue of wonders, like the Glastonbury thorn,
that blooms at Christmas. To be serious, papa, though I carried off your behaviour as well as I could, I am
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really shocked at it -- A man of your years, and of a profession where the opinion of the world is of such
consequence!
Alscrip. My dear Molly, have not I quitted the practice of attorney, and turned fine gentleman, to laugh at
the worlds opinion; or, had I not, do you suppose the kiss of a pretty wench would hurt a lawyer? My dear
Molly, if the fraternity had no other reflections to be afraid of!
Miss Alscrip. Oh! hideous; Molly indeed! you ought to have forgot I had a christened name long ago; am
not I going to be a countess? If you did not stint my fortune, by squandring yours away upon dirty trulls, I
might be called your grace.
Alscrip. Spare your lectures, and you shall be called your highness, if you please.
------from Act III, scen. 2.
Lady Emily. Do you know there is more than one duchess who has been seen in the same carriage with her
husband -- like two doves in a basket, in the print of Conjugal Felicity; and another has been detected -- I
almost blush to name it
Mrs. Blandish. Bless us! where? and how? and how?
Lady Emily. In nursing her own child!3
Miss Alscrip. Oh, barbarism! -- For heavens sake let us change the subject. You were mentioning a revived
cap, Lady Emily; any thing of the Henry Quatre?
Lady Emily. Quite different. An English mob under the chin, and artless ringlets, in natural colour, that
shall restore an admiration for Priors Nut-brown Maid.
Miss Alscrip. Horrid! shocking!
Lady Emily. Absolutely necessary. To be different from the rest of the world, we must now revert to
nature: make haste, or you have so much to undo, you will be left behind.
Miss Alscrip. I dare say so. But who can vulgarise all at once? What will the French say?
Lady Emily. Oh, we shall have a new treaty for the interchange of fashions and follies, and then say, they
will complain, as they do of other treaties, that we out manufactured them.
Miss Alscrip. Fashions and follies! O, what a charming contention!
Lady Emily. Yes, and one, thank heaven, so perfectly well understood on both sides, that no counter
declaration will be wanted to explain it.
Miss Alscrip. [With an affected drop of her lip in her laugh.] He! he! he! he! he! he!
Lady Emily. My dear Miss Alscrip, what are you doing? I must correct you as I love you. Sure you must
have observed the drop of the under-lip is exploded since Lady Simpermode broke a tooth -- [Sets her
mouth affectedly.] -- I am preparing the cast of the lips for the ensuing winter thus -- It is to be called the
Paphian Mimp.
Miss Alscrip. [Imitating.] I swear I think it pretty -- I must try to get it.
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The allusion here and in what follows is to natural ways and approaches to living as were propounded by Jean Jacques Rousseau.
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Lady Emily. Nothing so easy. It is done by one cabalistical word, like a metamorphosis in the fairy tales.
You have only, when before your glass, to keep pronouncing to yourself nimini-pimini -- the lips cannot
fail taking their ply.
Miss Alscrip. Niminipiminiimini, miminioh! its delightfully infantine -- and so innocent, to be
kissing ones own lips.
Lady Emily. You have it to a charmdoes it not become her infinitely, Mrs. Blandish?
Mrs. Blandish. Our friends features must succeed in every grace! but never so much as in a quick change
of extremes.
------from Act III, scen. 3.
Rightly. No, Mr. Alscrip; though I acknowledge your skill, I do not subscribe to your doctrine. The English
law is the finest system of ethics, as well as government, that ever the world produced, and it cannot be too
generally understood.
Alscrip. Law understood! Zounds! would you destroy the profession?
Rightly. No, I would raise it. Had every man of sense the knowledge of the theory, to which he is
competent; the practice would revert to the purity of its institution, maintain the rights, and not promote the
knavery, of mankind.
Alscrip. [Aside.] Plaguy odd maxims! Sure he means to try me. -- [To him.] Brother Rightly, we know the
world, and are alone -- I have locked the door.
------from Act IV, scen. 1
Enter Sir Clement.
Sir Clement. Well, Clifford, what do you think of her?
Clifford. Make yourself perfectly easy, sir: this girl, when known, can make no impression on Lord
Gayvilles mind; and I doubt not but a silk gown and a lottery ticket, had they been offered as an
ultimatum, would have purchased her person.
Sir Clement. [With a dry sneer.] Dont you sometimes, Clifford, form erroneous opinions of peoples
pretensions? Interest and foolish passion inspire strange notions -- as one or the other prevails, we are
brought to look so low, or so high -Clifford. [With emotion.] That we are compelled to call reason and honour to our aid.
Sir Clement. And then?
Clifford. We lose the intemperance of our inclinations in the sense of what is right.
Sir Clement. [Aside.] Sententious impostor! -- [To him.] But to the point.
Clifford. Sir, I would please you if I could -- I am thinking of a scheme to restore Lord Gayville to his
senses, without violence or injury to any one of the parties.
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Lord Gayville. Death -- Death only -- no abject submission -- no compromise for infamy -- choose instantly
-- and save yourself from the only stretch of baseness left -- the invention of falsehood to palliate -Clifford. [In the utmost agitation, and drawing his sword.] Falsehood! -- You shall have no other
explanation. -- [After a struggle within himself, Clifford drops the point, and exposes his breast.]
Lord Gayville. Stand upon your defence, sir What do you mean?
Clifford. You said nothing but my life would satisfy you, take it, and remember me.
Lord Gayville. I say so still -- but upon an equal pledge -- I am no assassin.
Clifford. [With great emotion.] If to strike at the heart of your friend, more deeply than that poor instrument
in your hand could do, makes an assassin, you have been one already.
Lord Gayville. That look, that tone, how like to innocence! Had he not avowed such abominable practices
Clifford. I avow them again: I have rivalled you in the love of the woman you adore -- her affections are
rivetted -- to me. I have removed her from your sight; secured her from your recovery
Lord Gayville. Dnation!
Clifford. I have done it to save unguarded beauty; to save unprotected innocence; to save -- a sister.
Lord Gayville. A sister!
Clifford. [With exultation.] Vengeance! Ample, final vengeance! [A pause.] It is accomplished -- over him - and over myself -- my victory is complete.
Lord Gayville. Where shall I hide my shame!
Clifford. Well share it, and forget it here. [Embraces.
Lord Gayville. Why did you keep the secret from me?
Clifford. I knew it not myself, till the strange concurrence of circumstances, to which you were in part
witness a few hours since, brought it to light. I meant to impart to you the discovery, when my temper took
fire -- Let us bury our mutual errors in the thought, that we now for life are friends.
Lord Gayville. Brothers, Clifford -- Let us interchange that title, and doubly, doubly ratify it. Unite me to
your charming sister; accept the hand of Lady Emily in return -- her heart I have discovered to be yours.
Well leave the world to the sordid and the tasteless; let an Alscrip, or a Sir Clement Flint, wander after the
phantom of happiness, we shall find her real retreat, and hold her by the bonds she covets, virtue, love, and
friendship.
Clifford. Not a word more, my lord, the bars against your proposal are insuperable.
Lord Gayville. What bars? Clifford. Honour, propriety -- and pride.
Lord Gayville. Pride, Clifford!
Clifford. Yes, my lord; Harriet Clifford shall not steal the hand of a prince; nor will I -- though doting on
Lady Emily with a passion like your own, bear the idea of a clandestine union in a family, to whom I am
bound by obligation and trust. Indeed, my lord, without Sir Clements consent, you must think no more of
my sister.
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----[Editors Note. After some at length legal surprises that follow in the concluding scene, it turns out that not
only is Miss Alston in truth Cliffords sister, Harriet, but also a rich heiress. Finis.]
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RICHARD COEUR DE LION (1786)
from Act I, scen. 1.
Mathew. You love dancing, Antonio?
Song -- Antonio.
The merry dance I dearly love.
For then Collette thy hand I seize.
And press it too wheneer I please,
And none can see, and none reprove;
Then on thy cheek quick blushes glow,
And then we whisper soft and low,
Oh! how I grieve! you neer her charms can know.
II.
Shes sweet fifteen, Im one year more,
Yet still we are too young, they say.
But we know better, sure, than they,
Youth should not listen to threescore;
And Im resolvd Ill tell her so,
When next we whisper soft and low.
Oh! how I grieve! you neer her charms can know.
[Exit.
------Song.
Oh, Richard! oh, my love!
By the faithless world forgot ;
I alone in exile rove,
To lament thy hapless lot.
I alone of all remain
To unbind thy cruel chain,
By the faithless world forgot;
I, whose bosom sunk in grief,
Least have strength to yield relief.
Delusive glory! faithless powr
Thus the valiant you repay,
In disasters heavy hour,
Faithless friendihips [sic] far away.
Yet, royal youth,
One faithful heart,
From tenderest truth,
Tho hopeless, never shall depart.
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For other works by Burgoyne, including more from the preceding plays, see:
The Dramatic and Poetical Works of the late Lieut. Gen. J. Burgoyne, vol. I (1807) at:
http://books.google.com/books?id=xJQDAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&dq=dramatic+and+poetical+
works+Burgoyne&source=bl&ots=bnD_O5OC1P&sig=8iNr2Abuy_9uCDTrZQl8g7ItJUU&hl=en&ei=7k6
7Te3fCYuosAOlheXQBQ&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=7&ved=0CEMQ6AEwBg#v=onep
age&q&f=false
The Dramatic and Poetical Works of the late Lieut. Gen. J. Burgoyne, vol. II (1807) at:
http://books.google.com/books?id=2ZQDAAAAQAAJ&pg=PA207&dq=john+Burgoyne+poems&hl=en&
ei=lKi4TfaCFJTWtQPV8vz1Bw&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=1&ved=0CEEQ6AEwAA#v
=onepage&q&f=false
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