Burgoyne in 1746 by Edward Haytley.

It is not a little ironic that someone who so aspired to literary grace and popularity, and
punctiliously sought positive public acceptance generally, should have been so roundly despised by some in
consequence of his role in the Revolutionary War. Yet had Sir John Burgoyne, General, Member of
Parliament (for Preston), and celebrated author, not participated in that conflict, it is more than likely that
he, like Richard Brinsley Sheridan, would have come to be known to posterity as one of England’s most
beloved and lauded playwrights of his era. As it is the Oxford Dictionary of Quotations cites but one line
from him, and which limiting would seem to more in consequence of Saratoga than his literary merit. For
in truth, “Gentleman Johnny’s” works, in all, hold up quite exquisitely, and he had a singular talent for
composing enjoyable songs and lyrics; as well as a keen sense of the risible. Indeed, it is no little wonder
his forbidding proclamation that inaugurated the upstate New York campaign (dated Camp Bouquet Ferry,
June 20th, 1777) instantly invited satirical responses by the Americans, including a poem parody by Francis
Hopkinson entitled “The Proclamation:”1 not only because of the incendiary nature of the thing, but
because it contrasted with and acted as an ironic reminder of his efforts in stage comedy and operetta.
Even after leaving the war in America, he resumed his stage vocation with substantial success. Yet
despite this, Saratoga had largely undone his literary career; just as it had utterly vanquished his one in the
military. Which, again with regard to the former, is altogether unjust and a great shame; for here are
dramatic writings suffused with of wit, humor, revelry, and pleasant sentiment – polished and not at all
amateur or hack work. Of Burgoyne’s play “The Heiress” (1786), Horace Walpole, who had hotly
criticized the general during the war, stated: “Burgoyne’s battles and speeches will be forgotten; but his
delicious comedy…still continues the delight of the stage, and one of the most pleasing domestic
The title of this article is a bit tongue-in-cheek. Yet we thought we would try to present a sampling
of Burgoyne’s plays that will help give readers new to them a rudimentary idea of what they are like and
about. For this reason, different extracts from the identical works might better have been selected. At the
same time, the task of attempting to distill dramatic works by means of excerpts is sometimes a precarious
venture and that typically leaves much to be desired. Moreover, Burgoyne wrote other, non-stage pieces
that might also have been quoted from and included. This said, we hope the following provides you with at
least near as much and immense pleasure as we first had in discovering and reading them ourselves.
Finally there would seem to be some indirect yet deliberate references in the post-1777 plays to his
military failure in America, and which latter apparently and not surprisingly had caused him no little

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
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 Mahomet’s 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 gentleman’s
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 dup’d 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 o’clock tankard; up with the rest of the festoons there on the top of the
First Gardener. Holloa! you sir, where are you running with those flowers?
Second Gardener. They’re 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


O’Guide! -. And if he has an O to his name. And. First Gardener. I believe not. the quarter of an hour will be merrier still. Well said.that damn’d Irish painter has made his ground so dingy. by my soul was I. Architect. on the right side. You a scene-painter! Painter. I put it like my own of O’Daub. Lamp-lighter? Second Lamp-lighter. Painter. Master Carpenter -. Painter. honey. I painted a whole set for the Swish.Trot away with your ladder upon your shoulder.Second Lamp-lighter. Painter. Painter. I say you have spoil’d the transparency. that I painted for a linendraper. by my soul.] I wish we had known your merits. in Dublin -. 3 . Architect. upon my word you have hit off those ornaments very well -. sure O’Daub was a scene-painter before he was born. and welcome. [Ironically. or the devil fire we but you shall have black and blue both. it would have been better for you if you had -. who carries the Temple of Jerusalem about upon his back. good words. to make him sound more like a gentleman -. for all his hard name. as good as an hour -. [Dabbing his brush across his face. by making them five times more bright -.take a draught of the ‘Squire’s liquor. I suppose you mean.we will make the next quarter after. gentlemen. my dear. Mr.] Good words. when all is over.besides it is more melodious in the mouth. Architect. Arrah! what is that you say of my head.Devil burn me but the Auroree of O’Guide was a fool to it. Architect. faith. you shall swim in it.Ho! if you had seen the sign of a setting sun.the first painter we have here could not have done better. what signifies whether it comes before or behind -. O’Daub. and you may be thankful you got it so easily -. though he got but a halfpenny a-piece for his show. Faith. and it will be no loss of time neither -. though I believe he is older than I too. No. Rest you merry. Ay. by putting black where you should have put blue. Painter. Painter.Faith.Who is he? Guid-o. and it made his fortune. Faith let me have one merry quarter of an hour before we at it again.Your servant. Architect. [Returning. in Bread-Street. Enter Irish Painter. you should certainly have been employ’d in greater parts of the work. I shan’t have enough to make the sky clear in the saloon -. Mr. ------Architect. O’Daub! and if you will give us the song you made. no quarrelling -. Then they may get tallow-candles.] There’s a black eye for you. one might as soon make his head transparent as his portico.I would have put out Mr. and for foreign countries too. Where was that pray? Painter.and so his honour and the sham-peter will gain by the loss. Lanterbug’s stars with one dash of my pencil.

Yes. Mr. upon the terms required. Maria. and no body can explain. though more so than people are apt to imagine. Lady Bab. Not absolutely in all things. Can you rhyme. Yes. -. Oldworth. Architect. This is new.‘Dem it. and t’ other with a pen. and it holds good from a cucumber at Christmas. I do one with a brush. ‘Laugh where you must. What do you mean? Lady Bab. indeed.in town it would just raise you to the whist-party of old Lady Cypher. Oh. for I am afraid I shall never procure any civility in town. but you and the world have free leave to comment upon all you see here. as well as paint -. or one must sit at home alone. that a woman without a connection grows every day a more awkward personage. I do one with my head. you would stand amongst the footmen to call your own chair. whistling a song through their tooth-picks. I am delighted with the idea of your Fête. while all the macaronies passed by. then there is something so spirited in an undertaking of expence. be candid where you can. a woman pf unimpeached conduct carried a certain respect. Lady Bab…. and so spoil me for a singer as well as a poet hereafter. I did not expect to escape from so fine a lady. and giving a shrug -. Oldworth.if one does not really despise old vulgar prejudices. it is absolutely necessary to affect it. Mrs. faith. Indeed! Lady Bab. I’ll be content to have one of my own brushes ramm’d down my throat. as you call it. one might as well go into company without powder -. for even in circumstances that seem most natural.Well. and there would be an end of gallantry at once in this country. cannot be thought blame-worthy. Maria. where inclination prompts once. and talk morals to the parrot. a force upon the seasons and the manners is the true test of a refined taste. Well said. and both with my hands -. Master Painter! ------from Act II.’ I only hope that to celebrate a joyful event upon any plan.I beg your pardon. and Lord Flimzey. if it was not for the sake of reputation. like Lady Sprose. Mr. Oldworth. O’Daub? Painter. Oldworth. fashion prompts ten times. and I am sure it will have a run. quite the contrary.] I believe I had better stay in the Oakery. where a shower of rain would spoil it all.all the difference is. it is so novel. Is the rule the same among the ladies. [Smiling. so French.1. Oldworth -. and at every public place. Why. Only fit for sheep-walks and Oakeries -.Architect. I always supposed that in places where freedom of manners was most countenanced. 4 . Lady Bab. scen. Lady Bab? Is it also a definition of their refinement to act in all things contrary to nature? Lady Bab.and if any of the poets of ’em all can produce better rhymes and raisins too within the gardens. Squabble. so expressive of what every body understands. ’tis a pity that so fine a woman shou’d be lost to all common decency. to an Italian opera.’ Maria. that neither hurts the morals nor politeness of the company. and at the same time sets thousands of the industrious to work.

I maintain. but familiarity is the life of good company. with dance and song. lively jolly fellows. Merrily. we have our Bill of Rights and our Constitution too. -. Life. Oldworth. from the cares of your tillage. Scenes of delight. as well as they -. my dear. and scatter around 5 . Oldworth. but ’tis by far the greatest improvement the beau monde ever made. and pleasure a duty: Love shall preside. to the lord of the village. and we have now so much outdone our models -. and joy. yon have chose a horrid word to express the intercourse of the bon ton. And pray how has this happy revolution been effected ? Lady Bab. before we can decide upon the improvement. love. Hither. Join your bands in sportive measure. Hither. and scatter around Every sweet the spring discloses. followed by a group of Shepherds and Shepherdesses. ye swains. when one is choosing a silk. ye nymphs. Hither. Oh. lads. Hither. Harmony. Sorrow is treason. that among the superior set -. ye swains. Oldworth.mind.Hither ye swains. health. trip it along: ’Tis holiday. Chorus. &c. SONG. with dance and song. I only speak of them -. Mr.our men and women are put more upon a footing together in London. A certain ease was always an essential part of good breeding. with dance and song. Round you invite. that liberty is as well understood by our women as by our men. I believe this is quite new since your time.Lady Bab. Join your bands in sportive measure. Shepherd.1. beauty. than they ever were before in any age or country. I mean that participation of society. civility may be very proper in a mercer. in which the French used to excel. By the most charging of all institutions. and pleasure: Hither. ye swains. and in every circumstance (petticoats excepted) are true. but Lady Bab must explain her meaning a little further. With the bloom of the hour enamel the ground: The feast of the day is devoted to beauty. Enter first SHEPHERD. merrily. very gaily.we drop in at all hours. ye nymphs. wherein we shew the world. pay our own reckonings. Lady Bab. Shepherdess. ------from Act II. Sovereign guide! Fetter his winks with links of roses: Hither. scen. and scatter them round. ye nymphs. play at all parties.

Scenes of delight. with dance and song. -. and pleasure. So much for singing. and the revenge of your sex. Enter Dupeley. scen 3. Lady Bab. and now for dancing. A Flower Garden. SCENE III. dressed as a Shepherdess. Oldworth following. -. Lady Bab.what. Merrily. [Here a grand dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses. for it is a pity Sir. hist. Yes. for the sake of mirth. don’t miss the opportunity. take the gift of the season. [Exit Oldworth. Step behind that stump of shrubs.] Hah! I wish that was a piece of game. he is looking out for us. she should not want a mate: is that a dress now for the day. Away. Lasses and lads. they are as awkward to her. Here comes your prize . her eyes have been used to nothing but daisy hunting. is that he? Oldworth. Oldworth. -. as her elbows would be in a French Berline. Not for the world. like two pheasants in pairingtime -. away. Harmony.Lasses and lads. by interruption of the company -. beauty. Hist. I have been out of my wits this half hour. you see I am dress’d for the purpose. but I suppose I shall spring him and his bride from under a rose-bush by and by. ’Tis the sunshine of life. &c.Lady Bab retires to a corner of the stage. Lady Bab.Oh! I see now. for fear the scene should be lost. or is she one of the natives of this extraordinary region? -. Hurry. he owes him vengeance too. it is all pure Arcadian.Hither ye nymphs. with dance and song. pray give ’em room. Oldworth. ------from Act III. 6 .Every sweet the spring discloses. Enter Lady Bab. Harry should not be a witness.[Observing Lady Bab. and you shall see what an excellent actress I should have made. when she looks at a man. Join your bands in sportive measure: Lasses and lads. if fortune had not luckily brought me into the world an earl’s daughter. Round you invite. Dupeley. Don’t be too hasty. Chorus. ladies and gentlemen. merrily trip it along: An hour of youth is worth ages of reason. Where the devil is Sir Harry? this is certainly the place where I was appointed to find him. Both. Lady Bab. &c. passing over the Stage. Chorus. love.

when she is not spoil’d by a damn’d town stay-maker. my dear girl. keep my hands always employed. he! [Simpering. it is much at your service. scen 1. for I have seen few. when you are not a bridemaid. pray smell ’em. Lack-a-dazy heart! how could you hit upon my temper so exactly? Dupeley. Dupeley. Dupeley. what is your name and situation? Lady Bab. [During this soliloquy she examines him round and round. sir. the charming innocent! -. then at herself. and have such fine colours -. Lady Bab. my dear -.] My spark does not seem to want observation.] sweet contrast to fashionable affectation -. 7 . Dupeley. he is only deficient in expression.my wishes extend a little further. [Aside. Now to my character.’tis but an annuity job -. and they smell so sweet. I rise with the lark.Ah. my sweet image of simplicity. [During this observation. And pray. To whom am I so much obliged? Lady Bab. Exquisite simplicity! [Half aside. what a pity she is so awkward! I hope she is not foolish. what are you? Lady Bab. Lady Bab. Dupeley. they are charming sweet I assure you. dance upon a holiday. You seem to wish for my nosegay. but. and pastorals. Dupeley. I think. Ay. or none of the sort before. [Settles herself. Dupeley. but I will help him to that presently. By a certain instinct I have. the delicious description ! -. and with an air of the most perfect naiveté. But.] What an acquisition to my fame. Oh. O. what is your way of life? how do you pass your time? Lady Bab. and eat brown bread with content. he keeps his eye fixed upon her neck. Situation! Dupeley.] What a neck she has! how beautifully nature works. presents it to him.beachen shades. to be sure. I accept it as a faint image of your own sweets. I am a bridemaid [sic].he. A thousand thanks. [Aside. what may you be? for I never saw any thing so out of the way in all my life ! -. To the garden-man. he has made flowers to grow all over the garden. as well as pleasure. unpins her nose-gay. Lady Bab looks first at him. and pipes. [Aside. [With an innocent curtsey. bleating flocks.Lady Bab. Lady Bab. he. Me. I knew at first glance you were a compound of innocence and sensibility.law! you are a fine nosegay yourself. to carry off this quintessence of Champétre! -. my fair one.I am a gentleman. [Simpers and looks at him. [Offers the flower and curtseys awkwardly.I’ll do it. ------from Act V.

SHEPHERD. new circlets to weave. To compensate the toils of the day. Bring roses and myrtles. &c. each favourite haunt. &c. SHEPHERD.Ye fine fangled folks. -. SHEPHERDESS. &c. Each shepherd the blessing invokes. who from cities and courts. The precept we teach b contentment and truth. To the blessings of love. &c. Chorus. And the fruits that our industry yields.[Short flourish of instruments. Ply the flutes in new measures to move. more fatal than both. From the thicket and plain. Venus! propitious attend to the lay. No serpent approaches with venomous tooth. &c. -. VAUDEVILLE. No temple we raise to the idol of wealth.No serpent approaches. Chorus. Chorus. By your presence enliven the fields. From the valley and meadow all press to the brow. To assist at the Feast of the Oaks. Accept for your welcome the innocent sports. &c. -. Shall poison the Feast of the Oaks. No raven with ominous croaks. No altar to interest smokes. Chorus.The milk-maid.Bring roses and myrtles.The precept we teach. Chorus. By reason to govern the pleasures of youth.No temple we raise. Your encouraging smile is the bounty they want. 8 . Ye fine fangled folks. &c. SHEPHERDESS. -. That our girls may not learn to beguile. The milk-maid abandons her pail and her cow. The favouring planet of love. kind seasons and health Is devoted the Feast of the Oaks. Chorus. -. And decorate age with a smile. The villagers hasten away.From the thicket. In the furrow the ploughman unyokes. Oh. -. Nor rancorous critic. And lengthen the song to the star of the eve. Chorus. --.

and when they failed. my Anna’s charms. And makes. he is inflexibility itself -. made our new life a constant source of delight -……………’The desert smil’d. Find a prize like the Maid of the Oaks.though Druid now no more. An angel’s virtues lay. Must never more return! What now shall fill these widow’d arms? Ah. me I my Anna’s urn! Rental. Why give our children the name and knowledge of a rank. And Paradise was open’d in the wild. her accomplishments. like the youth of to-day. Rental.dear sir. -. And call its own away. ’Tis that irradiates ev’ry scene. My Anna’s worth. my friend. but I think I see my way clearly in your case -. Thus midst you all I throw them round. ~~~***~~~ “THE LORD OF THE MANOR” (1780) from Act I. Her person. obscurity was not only choice but prudence. Venus! propitious. her temper -. What a sacrifice! how strange this situation must have appeared to you at first ! Rashly.it must be your part to dispose of my farm and little property.] Yet hold -.A Grand Dance. My Anna was equally fitted for a cottage or a court. Rashly. Restores from clouds the blue serene. Chorus. Oh. without a regal dome. scen. 1 Rashly.May he who is true.Oh. &c. A palace of each humble home. Our claims were upon the virtues. you have two living images of her. Too soon did heav’n assert the claim.Heaven has sent you together for that purpose. that might alienate their minds from the humble life to which they were destined? Rental.’ Encompass’d in an angel’s frame. Your intention is too hasty -. No. and for their sakes you must try to work upon this old obdurate -. my good sir.the universal charm of her society. [Stopping the Musicians. not the weaknesses of the heart. may they fell on genial ground! May ev’ry breast their influence prove! The magic lies in truth of Love. Druid.I pretend to no skill in plotting. be advised by me -- 9 . [The whole finishes with -. Not so. He’s wrong who thinks my spells are o’er.I mean to fly him -.

When the orient beam first pierces the dawn. Light spendthrift of thy single day. wake the day and hark away -. Like theirs shall our vigour by exercise grow. 3 SCENE III. restless varied range Can only pall the sense by change. Their sinews it brac’d. La Nippe. senseless. The Chase of old Britons was ever the care. sir. Night only approaches to alter the game.but they may begin. ------from Act I. will you hear it? Contrast. Repeat it.I have laugh’d at the insect ever since. 10 . shrill Echo. the cry is begun. 2 Annette. Insipid. Dear sister. quick Echo. trifling thing. And Nature herself seems to live in the sound. The Outside of the House. ’twas the image of war. CHORUS. scen. The game is on foot. CHORUS. we’ll fight down the sun. The huntsmen. The foe is on foot. Repeat it. have been practising a new chorus song. I shall hear enough as I walk off. reveller of tinsel wing. away! How joyless to thy touch or taste Seems all the spring’s profuse repast. scen. boys. Pert insignificance. Enter Contrast. boys. Thy busy. A hunting song quite breaks my ears. the war is begun. La Nippe. it is a continued yell of horn and morn. to sleep were a shame. [Sophia sings] Hence. We rise to the call of the horn and the hound. With spirits thus fir’d. sing the song my father made upon a butterfly -. and Huntsmen.------from Act I. we’ll hunt down the sun. Till we turn our pursuit to our country’s foe. And printless yet glistens the dew on the lawn.

Love. Giddy girl -. 1 SCENE I. and you shall hear me address it exactly in your character -.à propos now. but it is always the cherup [sic] of life. you must now be wrong: insincerity and artifice may. arm in arm. ------from Act II. For my part.her heart dances faster than her feet. there. for aught I know.Diana’s bright crescent fair Venus shall grace. 11 . Annette. by each thinking himself the favourite. and a nod at another. Surely. but in a lively key. and make a companion of a rose for hours together -“only I don’t like to prick my fingers “with it” -. and would sooner die than give him pain. So they may too: it would be wrong if the tongue told fibs of the heart. Oh ! but you are mistaken -. I scorn even the shadow of deceit towards the man I love. prattle to the evening breeze. and a tap to a third -. not the moping malady. Sophia. Oh! in a woman.you know not love. no. she solves the mystery at last. and could act It to admiration. be the vices of fine folks in courts and cities. And from a new goddess invite a new chase. and she makes ten lads happy instead of one. Annette.I understand sentiment perfectly. No.[“A short French song. But the real favourite is not to be in suspense for ever? Annette. And according to the notions of that fantastical people. Annette.[Sings to a rose. -. how is the passion to be shewn? Annette. One learns to lisp it in the cradle. A Shrubbery. the whisper’s begun. as it is here. where you as well as myself have been bred. Sophia.’till up rises the moon.”] Sophia. but in the rural scenes. Vendage est faite!’ -. [Exeunt. but what occasion for telling all the truth? -. that the women in France scorn to be in love? Annette. The game is on foot. and they will trifle with it at the brink of the grave. with a glance at one. we want not the sun. but I dislike your maxims.I wish you saw a girl in Provence as she trips down the mountain with a basket of grapes upon her head. dear sister -. I CONFESS. Annette. and up strikes the tabor and pipe -. and all her swains about her. Sophia. Enter Sophia and Annette. So wou’d I too. Be silent.but why not bestow pleasures with a smile? Sophia. Sophia. I admire your vivacity. scen. Just the contrary. Annette. you are a very forward scholar in affairs of the heart: but would you really persuade me.away go the baskets – ‘Adieu panniers. Annette. Chorus. I am persuaded the tongue and the heart go together in all countries alike. here’s a charming bush in full blow. I cou’d gaze at the moon. boys. fond Echo. is the passion of all ages. by any thing but confessing it.

I have heard all -cleave to me to settle the difference with this unworthy ruffian. Trumore.away! -.what circulating library has supplied you with language and action upon this occasion? or has your antiquated father instructed you. Sophia.could I suppose you a real sample of our fashionable youth.Things are reversed.But to be serious. Trumore. Trumore.you’ll make me angry. Sophia.a wasp would be a sure assassin. the women throw themselves at us. Contrast.thou outside without a heart -. be not violent. you make me tremble -. as he of the weapons of a gentleman. sir. -.when we fellows of superior class shew ourselves. and at last bursting into a passion of tears. And while thy balmy odours steal To meet his equal breath.of gnats -.you put it out of my power -. It would indeed be profanation of English oak to put it into such hands -. [Exeunt. if even few exist. Sir. [Enraged.and tell your few fellows. ------Sophia. To court my passing love. Protection is not so distant as you imagined -.when the mind is nerveless. my Sophia -. Clarissa Harlow2 in her altitudes! -. Sophia. you trifler -. Way-laid.at the instant. Well. And all thy form improve. as he has me. I should think my country indeed degraded -. I’ll only stroll with you as far as yonder great tree. A mob to encounter thee! -. Another word. Trumore.a rustic bully -. 2 In reference to the central character of Samuel Richardson’s widely popular and influential novel.Rest. the figure of a man may be cudgelled with a nettle. and when such as you dare affronts like these.but it cannot be -. that insults a woman because she has no protector? [Breaks from him -. Glow in his eyes with brighter hue. nor even effeminacy.compose yourself. and leave you to kiss the rest of the roses to the same tune.resentment and contempt are the only -Contrast. and bloom anew.] Unheard-of assurance! What do you see m me to encourage such insolence? Or is it the very baseness of your nature. Enter Trumore. Contrast. it is not rank nor estate. and no more -. Clarissa (1748). Get you gone. my dear -. I have tried while I could to treat you with some degree of respect -. Trumore.but I must submit.a mob of fleas -.of pismires -. that there is still spirit enough among common people to defend beauty and innocence. For heaven’s sake. sir -. 12 . and happy is she we deign to catch in our arms. Let thy soft blush for mine reveal The imprinted kiss beneath.though the brutality of your behaviour calls for chastisement. How he assumes! because I know as little of a quarter-staff. for I conclude he has a forest mob within call. Annette.no further quarrel. beauteous flow’r. in the mode of his days? -. the meanness of it places you beneath resentment. by all that’s desperate -. [Offers to take hold of her. that shall save them.

sir. trace them by your own heart. Be comforted. No other guest came nigh. Sophia. If the thoughts you most wish I should entertain of my deliverer can repay you. with the reflection. Here. here.In Italy now I could have this fellow put under ground for a sequin -. but till the fashion returns. [Kneeling y and kissing her hand.a little patience.they are not half thick enough – where’s the lion rampant. In them was given.Contrast. Trumore. happy moment that brought me to your rescue! Sophia. My grain was scarce. 2 Rental. my sheep were few. By mutual toil our board was dress’d . a skin merchant. scen. Trumore. What gold could never buy. By your dress you should belong to the army. Very sententious truly -.in this damned country. The cup with Nectar flow’d. with a grenadier’s cap upon his head? First Workman. that I lament. And the marine device? 13 . No value has a splendid lot But as the means to prove. How is my Sophia? happy. Trumore. we can do nothing but despise him. Boxing was once genteel. That from the castle to the cot The all of life was love. Trepan. both upon experience and principle. Content and Peace the dwelling shar’d. 2 Rashly. and you shall see my practice -. But. the rapture of my Sophia’s preference! thus let me pour forth my gratitude. and do not blame your attachment.and the devices -. ------from Act II.quite Rashly’s flourish.vulgarly call’d a recruiting dealer -. they will harmonize with its tenderest emotions.come. what is your real business? Trepan. when her lips tlie brim had press*d. you know I agree. With various cares I strove. ------from Act III. though gold was spar’d. -.or. pray. I come to a country wake as to a good market -. paste up more bills -. more vulgarly still. [Exit. that the only basis for happiness in every station of life is disinterested love. When first this humble roof I knew. I am a manufacturer of honour and glory -. sir. it would be as low to accept the challenge of a vulgar as to refuse it to an equal. The stream our drink bestow’d . scen. Oh. My all of wealth was love.

. Captain. Lord help you! how you might be imposed upon -.I can tell you -. Rental.] Come.southern rangers.[Aloud. [Aside.] Gallant comrades of the blade. love.not an inch of wear and tear in the whole piece. The East-Indies. [Pointing at a smart recruit. Third Workman. pretty well -. my lads. place that next the lion. and loyals and royals. after having served six different princes in the same pair of shoes. Aye. Pay your vows to beauty.the prize boarded. a march and a song might do well. throwing rough diamonds to the young fifers to play at marbles. Be in no apprehension. we’ll give you a taste of a soldier’s life. Round the laurel let them twine. Rental. give them the song our officers used to be so fond of. Trepan. Mars’s [sic] toils are best repaid In the arms of beauty. [Corporal Snap sings. and meaning too -. lad. With the myrtle mix the vine. Rental.he’s my decoy-duck -. and northern hunters -lowlanders and highlanders.Second Workman. and dammed up with gold dust. Trepan. the decks running with arrack punch. Corporal Snap. [To Trepan. very well -. and chasseurs and dasheurs -. how do you like my shop? “the wall” -.] You are right! -. a nabob in triumph. 14 . Here he is in all his glory. Here it is -. it will please their sweet-hearts as well as themselves -.do but look at them -[Crimp gives the word March.so. [To Rental. Right. Arranged with a great deal of fancy indeed. and wine Pay alternate duty. The dog inherited desertion from his family. ------Crimp. What do you mean? Trepan.] there’s stuff for all work -. Trepan.] Here’s a fine set of country fellows getting round us.but do only look at my recruits -. Then to glory.done to life -. I don’t see the London tailor with his foot upon the neck of the French king.mere shew goods for the shop-window -. with their names in capitals as tall as their spontoons.strike up drums.what have you left for the corner? Fourth Workman.sir. Trepan. Trepan. His brother was called Quicksilver Jack. he’ll never die by powder. Paste him up on the other flank of the lion -. so.] Very well. he was hanged at last at Berlin. Trepan.I suppose now you would like such a fellow as that. It is a thousand pities he should be shot at. CHORUS.See how my new Colonels stand over the old ones.

SCENE II. how often do they lead to the misery of ourselves! -. A passion for our country is the only one that ought to have competition with virtuous love -.Lord Gayville’s Apartment. Miss Alton] has never known me. by a porter. Light the turf my head shall cover With thy pity on my grave. Then there is my return for your lordship’s goodness.] This letter was just now brought to the place appointed. Since my ambition has been to be loved for my own sake. Lord Gayville. [Exeunt. &c. ------from Act III. this is too much for me -. my dear Letty. Oh my fears! what means that ribband in your hat? Trumore. 1. 2. Thank you.your peace is made.Gallant comrades. when worn upon true principles. She [i. Sophia. Or with brighter fame expire. Blandish. 3. I have been jealous of my title.these heroic notions. ~~~***~~~ “THE HEIRESS” (1786) from Act 1. and you are right. but by the name of Mr.when they unite in the heart our actions are inspiration. One from thee I still shall crave. I a conqueror mean to prove. [Starts at seeing his master.e. for if you and I did not sometimes speak truth to each other.alas they are too selfish. Sophia. For my country and my love: But ambition’s promise over. Lord Gayville. this is not the only tap you have hit me to-day. The ensign of honour. ------Enter Prompt. Heartly. Trumore.. scen.heaven knows how little I am formed for the relish of ambition -. From thine eyes imbibing fire. Prompt. [Giving the letter. ------from Act 1. scen. we should forget there was such a quality incident to the human mind. -. scen. Prompt -. 15 . Don’t be afraid.of those we leave! --I claim no merit in my apprehensions -.

essence of pearl. till you find him. and to herself. and mock heroics present themselves to my imagination! Our young men are flimsy essays. Lady Emily. 1. two men. when a woman reads by herself.Lord Gayville. nothing so easy as to bring every living creature in this town to the window: a tame bear. or a mad ox. Lest one should pop unaware upon something one should not. my lord. [Exit Prompt. And what is your device. what’s this! Prompt. my good fellow. about six feet high. satires. Emily. If it be equal! -. Should you know the messenger again? Prompt. my lord. and every thing between -I am sure I shall know her by inspiration. or two dogs fighting. but it is only skipping what would make one blush. proceed. scen. sir. before your lordship will travel from her forehead to her chin. sir. Prompt. and fashionable beauties. time is too precious—I’ll be at her last lodgings.make but noise enough. Clifford.not a word -. like a naughty speech in an old comedy.Heartly.(or tied up to the ceiling. and no line -. By a cupid. He cannot mistake her.] Heyday! what the devil’s here? my bills again. coquets. ’tis the same thing) -. Sir Clement. Lord Gayville. milk of roses. a compilation of advertised perfumery. for when she was formed. and we will read together every character that comes in our way. Gad. and Olympian dew. Lord Gayville. ------from Act II. sirrah? Prompt. fugitive pieces. 16 . Away. there are wicked philosophers. and these characters were engraved by the point of his arrow! [Kissing the superscription. political pamphlets. How so? Lady Emily. If her style be equal to her hand-writing Lord Gayville. Sir Clement. nature broke the mould.‘faith. Blandish. I should now and then though turn over an acquaintance with a sort of fear and trembling. novels. who doubt whether her blushes are very troublesome.Infidel! you shall have proof directly.” Blandish.Death and disappointment. No. Shall I describe her to you? Prompt. ] “To -. did you ever see any thing like it? Blandish. I have a shorter way -. and afterwards half the town over. and a nose rather given to purple. Lord. For a cupid he was somewhat in years. a balloon in the air -. Lord. and out they come. old ones. Read one’s acquaintance -. Esq. honest Prompt. then. first and second childhood. I protest you seem to study after me. child. Lord Gayville. I never asked where the letter came from. Lord Gayville. Or if you did not skip.delightful! What romances. Spare your wit.my life upon it I start her myself. I believe I should. it’s well if she is not off again -. [Opens the letter precipitately.

And without skipping. We must double down that page. Well. A treatise of the Houyhnhnms.] Do you know now that for that speech of yours -.e.] Contrasted with an exposition of ancient morality addressed to the moderns: a chimerical attempt upon an obsolete subject. Lady Emily. she. she is sometimes a servile copyist. Lady Emily. my dear uncle. You’ll be puzzled to make her more ridiculous than I think her.[Turning to Clifford. 17 . which is more than either of you would. Right.Lady Emily. Why. she is intent upon catching my manner as well as my dress. Sir Clement. I’ll give her a new outline. You need not go out of the room for that purpose. Sir Clement. Sir Clement. to fit me for foreign service: well judging that a cannon ball was a fair and quick provision for a poor relation. is a very awkward counterfeit. and child Sir Clement. after the manner of Swift. I am sure I guess at your system -. ------Sir Clement. That makes a divorce the first promise of wedlock. and the true security for marriage happiness. wife. and what is most provoking. Lady Emily]? Clifford. -. Lady Emily. Sir Clement. Blandish tells me I am her principal model. [To Clifford. tending to make us odious to ourselves. that separates the interest of husband. To establish the independent comfort of all -Lady Emily. And now we’ll have a specimen of her ladyship. He offered to send me from Cambridge to an academy in Germany. I’ll give it you myself. made amends? Clifford. and if I do not make her a caricature for a printshop. excellent indeed. Now if she will take me in shade. ------Sir Clement. That when she professes ill-temper. and to extract morose mirth from our imperfections. What is your plan? Lady Emily. and widowhood the best blessing of life.and for that saucy smile of yours.. The schedule of an heiress’s fortune is a compendium of her merits. Lady Emily. Clifford! What do you think of her [i. and my sister. [To Sir Clement. Amply. the present lord. and with justice. Sir Clement. ------Sir Clement. and no affections to disturb it. Excellent. Upon the broad basis of family hatred.That union must be most wise. I am sure you will have no objection to my laughing at her a little. But your uncle. though the lady is likely to be your niece. which she exaggerates to an excess that vexes me. and upon that principle. Upon my word I have known uncles less considerate. which has wealth to support it. though her pride is to be thought a leader in fashions.] I am strongly tempted to read you both aloud! Sir Clement. Come try I’ll be the first to open the book. I am resolved.

] Well. scen. that blooms at Christmas. Sir Clement. what a flutter am I in!) don’t be afraid -my disposition. sir. [Struggling. Miss Alton. Come. something more than a cold compliment upon her temper. 1. Alscrip. But her beauty. and enchant my ear. though I carried off your behaviour as well as I could. will you do me the favour to walk into the drawing room? Miss Alton. Miss Alscrip. is too susceptible. [Aside. -. so tender. venture as far as admiration? Clifford. and now to a matter of nearer observation. her improvement. I wonder what my papa is doing all this time? [A short pause --Miss Alscrip surprised -. leave Emily then to be winked at through telescopes. Alscrip. I wish to be excused. [Significantly. Could not you. papa.These are the strings to which my senses shall dance.] Sir. Miss Alton. Alscrip kisses her fingers with rapture. Don’t be afraid. at a proper opportunity.Sir Clement. I believe Miss Alscrip is waiting.] Help! Enter Miss Alscrip. Sir. her wit. sir. than all the signoritininies together. as I do a bright star in the firmament. since you went abroad? I expected from a man of your age and taste. Miss Alscrip. What is Gayville doing? ------from Act III. madam. my dear papa.Alscrip puts his hand to his eye.Let it rest among the catalogue of wonders. more confused. [Takes the harp and plays a few bars of a lively air. that makes me almost mad. and consider the distance of both as equally immeasurable. To be serious. you will permit me. play me that tune. enchanting diffident (zounds.] Yes. what do you mean? [Alscrip gets hold of both her hands and continues kissing her fingers.I believe. and her nerves were as much in a flutter as if I had bit her.] A very strange old man. -. and I’ll do my best to take it out immediately Miss Alton. but then it is likewise so dove-like.] Specious rogue! [To him. Oh. to be sure.Miss Alton confused. Alscrip. Miss Alscrip. I caught hold of this young lady’s hand in one of my twitches. Miss Alton. There’s no occasion -. like the Glastonbury thorn. indeed it does not deserve your attention. Not deserve it! I had rather hear you. as you have done my eye. [To him. I hope. you’ll pardon me. I am 18 . Alscrip. to give my explanation of what has passed? [Retires. compatibly with the immaculate sincerity you profess. -. I perceive you have something in your eye. [Sets the harp. I admire her. my dear. [Aside. child! I have got something in my eye.A little midge -. Sir.’Gad. Miss Alton. it is to avoid the affectation of refusing what is so little worth asking for. and so innocent. Oh ! the sweet little twiddle-diddles! Miss Alton. -. For shame.

and then say. Alscrip. by squand’ring yours away upon dirty trulls. and turned fine gentleman. you will be left behind.I am preparing the cast of the lips for the ensuing winter thus -. 19 . that we out manufactured them. Lady Emily. had I not. have not I quitted the practice of attorney.For heaven’s sake let us change the subject. Absolutely necessary. and one. am not I going to be a countess? If you did not stint my fortune. they will complain. scen. Yes. as they do of other treaties. so perfectly well understood on both sides. 3 The allusion here and in what follows is to “natural” ways and approaches to living as were propounded by Jean Jacques Rousseau. thank heaven.I almost blush to name it Mrs. we shall have a new treaty for the interchange of fashions and follies. 2. Bless us! where? and how? and how? Lady Emily. or you have so much to undo. we must now revert to nature: make haste. I dare say so. I might be called your grace.] I swear I think it pretty -. barbarism! -.I must try to get it. ------from Act III. Oh.It is to be called the Paphian Mimp. in natural colour. But who can vulgarise all at once? What will the French say? Lady Emily. do you suppose the kiss of a pretty wench would hurt a lawyer? My dear Molly.] -. what a charming contention! Lady Emily. In nursing her own child!3 Miss Alscrip. Oh! hideous.really shocked at it -. 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 -. Miss Alscrip. Fashions and follies! O. Horrid! shocking! Lady Emily. that no counter declaration will be wanted to explain it. Oh. My dear Miss Alscrip. and artless ringlets. [With an affected drop of her lip in her laugh. if you please. Miss Alscrip. and another has been detected -. My dear Molly. that shall restore an admiration for Prior’s Nut-brown Maid. Miss Alscrip. if the fraternity had no other reflections to be afraid of! Miss Alscrip. Spare your lectures. Quite different. and you shall be called your highness. Molly indeed! you ought to have forgot I had a christened name long ago. To be different from the rest of the world. any thing of the Henry Quatre? Lady Emily. and of a profession where the opinion of the world is of such consequence! Alscrip.[Sets her mouth affectedly. Miss Alscrip. Blandish. Miss Alscrip. [Imitating.A man of your years. or.] He! he! he! he! he! he! Lady Emily. Do you know there is more than one duchess who has been seen in the same carriage with her husband -. Lady Emily.like two doves in a basket. You were mentioning a revived cap. An English mob under the chin. to laugh at the world’s opinion. in the print of Conjugal Felicity.

] But to the point. Sir. -. Clifford. and it cannot be too generally understood. scen. Lady Emily. You have it to a charm—does it not become her infinitely. we know the world. Alscrip. [Aside.the lips cannot fail taking their ply. scen. Mrs. without violence or injury to any one of the parties. Sir Clement. Law understood! Zounds! would you destroy the profession? Rightly. and I doubt not but a silk gown and a lottery ticket. Sir Clement. and not promote the knavery. We lose the intemperance of our inclinations in the sense of what is right. Rightly. No. You have only. Sir Clement. like a metamorphosis in the fairy tales. Well.] Plaguy odd maxims! Sure he means to try me. had they been offered as an ultimatum. Mr. [With a dry sneer. It is done by one cabalistical word. form erroneous opinions of people’s pretensions? Interest and foolish passion inspire strange notions -. Blandish? Mrs.[To him. Blandish. And then? Clifford. maintain the rights. we are brought to look so low. the practice would revert to the purity of its institution. to be kissing one’s own lips. [Aside. ------from Act IV. Alscrip.I have locked the door.] That we are compelled to call reason and honour to our aid.as one or the other prevails. I do not subscribe to your doctrine. what do you think of her? Clifford. or so high -Clifford. to which he is competent. I would raise it. Clifford.] Don’t you sometimes. ------from Act III. Our friend’s features must succeed in every grace! but never so much as in a quick change of extremes. Clifford. Alscrip.I am thinking of a scheme to restore Lord Gayville to his senses. Sir Clement. I would please you if I could -. Nimini—pimini—imini. The English law is the finest system of ethics. 1 Enter Sir Clement. No. [With emotion. 20 . of mankind. when known. mimini—oh! it’s delightfully infantine -. Make yourself perfectly easy.Lady Emily. Had every man of sense the knowledge of the theory.[To him. though I acknowledge your skill. that ever the world produced.] Brother Rightly. sir: this girl. 3.] Sententious impostor! -. to keep pronouncing to yourself nimini-pimini -. would have purchased her person.and so innocent. can make no impression on Lord Gayville’s mind. and are alone -. as well as government. when before your glass. Nothing so easy. Miss Alscrip.

I am tempted to take a revenge. We will show the answer to Lord Gayville. Let me hear it. Lord Gayville. depend upon it. But why is it not ready for a different trial. Take care.] The means are ready.How have I deserved this opinion? Lord Gayville. What terms are those. [Bows in silence. the wench being cut short of marketing by word of mouth. Clifford. your gross provocation and thirst of blood make temperance appear disgrace -. Enter Lord Gayville impetuously.oh. Lord Gayville. the vindication of perfidy. you know not the punishment that awaits you. I avow it all. Ask your conscience -. you have supplanted me iiv her affections. it would have seemed a visionary impossibility -. you have robbed me of the very charm of my life -. there will be character enough displayed to cure him of the sentimental part of his attachment. desired me to write proposals. final vengeance! Draw. [Draws.But he comes to cut reflections short. that ever the malignant enemy of mankind infused into the human breast -. Are you sure there is nothing within the scope of possibility that would excuse or atone 21 . I should have thought it an insult upon my principles -. Unparalleled insolence of guilt! Clifford. Come. and has yet been untried in a dispute with my friend. ------from Act V. Another such a word. scen. Lord Gayville. my lord. Clifford. Lord Gayville. I am inclined to do so. [Walks about. but applies ill to the terms upon which I have called you here.] Had I been told three days ago. Clifford.] Lord Gayville. and. my lord? Lord Gayville. that I should have been the appellant in a premeditated duel. my sword is reserved for more becoming purposes: it is not the instrument of passion. Not here! I am sure I marked the hour as well as the place. Vengeance! Ample. sir.Under the mask of friendship you have held a secret intercourse with the woman I adore. the blackest species of perfidy. and by heaven! -. Clifford. Clifford.Sir Clement. you are to give an example of qualities generally held incompatible -. precisely in my note. Enter Clifford. sir. No.perfidy to the friend who loved and trusted you. I came temperate. Lord Gayville. and it is rising fast. my lord. That ceremonial would grace an encounter of punctilio. looking at his watch. Clifford. should my blood boil like yours. 2 SCENE II.That Clifford should be the cause of my transgressing the legal and sacred duties.bravery and dishonour.Hyde Park. sir. we have ever both maintained -.can you deny it? Clifford. and in the nearest interests of his heart. I waited for you. Why. -.

final vengeance! [A pause. Clifford. sir – What do you mean? Clifford.over him .] If to strike at the heart of your friend. and forget it here. take it. my lord.a sister. Lord Gayville. Not a word more.] It is accomplished -. That look. virtue.Let us bury our mutual errors in the thought. wander after the phantom of happiness.] Falsehood! -. Stand upon your defence. Yes.Death only -. Honour.choose instantly -. Brothers. brought it to light. You said nothing but my life would satisfy you. you must think no more of my sister. Clifford drops the point. my lord. I have removed her from your sight. Lord Gayville. D—nation! Clifford. I avow them again: I have rivalled you in the love of the woman you adore -. let an Alscrip. Why did you keep the secret from me? Clifford. We’ll share it. Lord Gayville.] Vengeance! Ample.to me. and friendship.and pride.] Lord Gayville. how like to innocence! Had he not avowed such abominable practices Clifford. you have been one already. Where shall I hide my shame! Clifford. [In the utmost agitation. love.Lord Gayville. my lord. Lord Gayville. accept the hand of Lady Emily in return -. We’ll leave the world to the sordid and the tasteless. Clifford! Clifford. that we now for life are friends. Indeed.my victory is complete. to whom I am bound by obligation and trust. makes an assassin. Clifford -. more deeply than that poor instrument in your hand could do. and doubly. and remember me.though doting on Lady Emily with a passion like your own. when my temper took fire -. and hold her by the bonds she covets. Death -. and drawing his sword. Lord Gayville.[After a struggle within himself.You shall have no other explanation. 22 . I knew it not myself.her heart I have discovered to be yours. secured her from your recovery Lord Gayville. [Embraces. nor will I -. we shall find her real retreat. I say so still -. without Sir Clement’s consent. and exposes his breast. Lord Gayville. that tone. or a Sir Clement Flint.and over myself -. Unite me to your charming sister.but upon an equal pledge -. I meant to impart to you the discovery.Let us interchange that title.no compromise for infamy -. [With exultation. the bars against your proposal are insuperable. I have done it to save unguarded beauty. [With great emotion. Lord Gayville. doubly ratify it. What bars? Clifford.her affections are rivetted -. bear the idea of a clandestine union in a family. to save unprotected innocence.no abject submission -. propriety -. Pride.I am no assassin.the invention of falsehood to palliate -Clifford. to save -. till the strange concurrence of circumstances. -. to which you were in part witness a few hours since. Clifford.and save yourself from the only stretch of baseness left -. A sister! Clifford. Harriet Clifford shall not steal the hand of a prince. Lord Gayville.

Finis. and none reprove. I’m one year more. I. Oh. I alone of all remain To unbind thy cruel chain. Oh! how I grieve! you ne’er her charms can know. She’s sweet fifteen. 1. whose bosom sunk in grief. You love dancing. And I’m resolv’d I’ll tell her so. royal youth.Antonio. than they. After some at length legal surprises that follow in the concluding scene. To lament thy hapless lot. Antonio? Song -. Delusive glory! faithless pow’r Thus the valiant you repay. When next we whisper soft and low. From tenderest truth. never shall depart. they say. Yet still we are too young. but also a rich heiress. And then we whisper soft and low. Richard! oh. Least have strength to yield relief. By the faithless world forgot. In disasters heavy hour. Youth should not listen to threescore. [Exit. One faithful heart. The merry dance I dearly love. I alone in exile rove. Faithless friendihip’s [sic] far away. And press it too whene’er I please. Oh! how I grieve! you ne’er her charms can know. 23 . Mathew. Harriet. Yet. For then Collette thy hand I seize. ------Song. Then on thy cheek quick blushes glow.] ~~~***~~~ “RICHARD COEUR DE LION” (1786) from Act I. And none can see. Tho’ hopeless.----[Editor’s Note. it turns out that not only is Miss Alston in truth Clifford’s sister. sure. scen. my love! By the faithless world forgot . But we know better. II.

This heaven of soothing smiles. repeat that pretty strain. forgot. Mat. Mat………. 2. ’Tis to shew us that his pow’r Is ne’er so fatal.Oh. scen. [Richard. In vain to me returns the morn That brings no more my glorious toils. Yet bless the beams that give to sight This image of my soul’s delight.Matilda and Lauretta. ne’er so sure. Vain is the thought of former power To sooth the present mournful hour: O Death! be thou my friend. Lost to the world. Good Sir. ------from Act I. Laur. To lament thy hapless lot. Pray again.With all my heart. ------from Act I. my love ! By the faithless world forgot . And why his eyes are clouded . scen. A lesson kind it does impart.] Song. Richard! oh. Wou’d you know what it declares. Air -. my sorrows end. again. The god of love a bandeau wears. As when in darkness shrowded. =================== 24 . I alone in exile rove. To guard against a lover’s art. forlorn. 3. Hopeless I live.

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