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DIBDIN.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">author of</span></p> + +<p class="center smaller">THE JEW and DOCTOR, BIRTH-DAY, WILL for the DEED,<br /> +CABINET, ENGLISH FLEET, FAMILY QUARRELS,<br /> +IL BONDOCANI, SCHOOL for PREJUDICE, FIVE<br /> +THOUSAND a YEAR, SAINT DAVID's DAY,<br /> +NAVAL PILLAR, MOUTH of the NILE,<br /> +HORSE and the WIDOW, &c. &c.</p> + + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">and produced under the direction of</span></p> + +<p class="center">MR. FARLEY.</p> + +<p class="center">The <span class="smcap">Overture</span> and <span class="smcap">Music</span> by MR. JOUVE.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p class="center"><i>LONDON</i>:</p> + +<p class="center">PRINTED AND PUBLISHED BY BARKER AND SON, +DRAMATIC REPOSITORY, +GREAT RUSSELL STREET, COVENT GARDEN.</p> + +<p class="center">1804.</p> + + +<hr class="chap" /> +</div><div class="chap"> + +<h2><a name="Dedication" id="Dedication"></a>To CHARLES FARLEY.</h2> + + +<p>AS A FEEBLE, THOUGH SINCERE, ACKNOWLEDGEMENT +OF HIS PROFESSIONAL EXERTIONS, +UNREMITTING ZEAL, ATTENTION, AND ASSIDUITY, +IN THE STAGE-ARRANGEMENT OF THE FOLLOWING +BAGATELLE, ITS PAGES ARE MOST CORDIALLY +INSCRIBED BY</p> + +<p class="right">T. DIBDIN.</p> + +<p>The <span class="smcap">Ladies</span> and <span class="smcap">Gentlemen</span>, who have so +eminently distinguished themselves in the Performance, +are also respectfully desired to accept, as they +most amply merit, the Author's best Thanks.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>⁂The Lines marked by inverted Commas, are omitted in +Representation.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +</div><div class="chap"> + +<h2><a name="CHARACTERS" id="CHARACTERS"></a><i>CHARACTERS.</i></h2> + + +<p class="center">FRENCH.</p> + +<table summary="French Characters--Dramatis Personæ" id="dp1"> +<col class="col1" /> +<col class="col2" /> +<col class="col3" /> +<col class="col4" /> +<tr> + <td colspan="3">Pepin, <i>King of France</i></td> + <td>Mr. <span class="smcap">Cory</span>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Henry,</td> + <td>} <i>his Relations</i></td> + <td class="tdr">{</td> + <td>Mr. <span class="smcap">Klanert</span>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><span class="correction" title="In the original book: Hausray">Haufray</span>,</td> + <td>}</td> + <td class="tdr">{</td> + <td>Mr. <span class="smcap">Claremont</span>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="3">Valentine, (<i>a Foundling</i>)</td> + <td>Mr. <span class="smcap">Farley</span>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="3">Orson, (<i>a Wild Man</i>)</td> + <td>Mr. <span class="smcap">Dubois</span>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="3">Hugo, (<i>Valentine's Armourer</i>)</td> + <td>Mr. <span class="smcap">Blanchard</span>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="3">Blandiman, (<i>Page to the Empress</i>)</td> + <td>Mr. <span class="smcap">Chapman</span>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="3">Page to Valentine,</td> + <td>Master <span class="smcap">Blanchard</span>.</td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td colspan="4" class="pad2"><i>Peers of France</i>, <i>Messrs.</i> Curties, Lee, &c.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="4" class="pad1"><i>Citizens of Orleans</i>, <i>Messrs.</i> Abbot, Atkins, Truman, &c.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="4"><i>Peasants and Pilgrims</i>, <i>Messrs.</i> Byrne, Darley, King, Street, &c.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="4"><i>Choristers</i>, <i>Messrs.</i> Kenrick, Linton, Odwell, Tett, Thomas, &c.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="3">Alexander, <i>Emperor of Greece</i>,</td> + <td>Mr. <span class="smcap">Field</span>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="3">Princess Eglantine,</td> + <td>Mrs. St. <span class="smcap">Ledger</span>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="3">Empress Belisanta, <i>Sister to the King</i>,</td> + <td>Mrs. <span class="smcap">Dibdin</span>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="3">Florimonda, <i>of Aquitaine</i>,</td> + <td>Mrs. <span class="smcap">Frederick</span>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="3">Female Pilgrim,</td> + <td>Miss <span class="smcap">Martyr</span>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="3">Agatha, (<i>Attendant on Eglantine</i>)</td> + <td>Mrs. <span class="smcap">Martyr</span>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="3">Cicely, (<i>an old Peasant</i>)</td> + <td>Mrs. <span class="smcap">Powell</span>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="4" class="cell-hang"><i>Nuns</i>, <i>Mesdames</i> Atkins, Benson, Bologna, Burnet, Castelle, +Gaudry, Iliff, Leserve, Price, Wheatley, &c.</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<p class="center">SARACENS.</p> + +<table summary="Saracen--Dramatis Personæ" id="dp2"> +<col class="col1" /> +<col class="col2" /> +<tr> + <td>The Sorcerer Agramant (<i>the Green Knight</i>)</td> + <td>Mr. <span class="smcap">Bologna</span>, jun.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Iman,</td> + <td>Mr. <span class="smcap">Harley</span>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The Giant Ferragus,</td> + <td>Mons. <span class="smcap">Le Grand</span>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The Genius Pacolet,</td> + <td>Master <span class="smcap">Menage</span>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Golden Oracle,</td> + <td>Mr. <span class="smcap">Cresswell</span>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Guardian of the Giant's Castle,</td> + <td>Mr. <span class="smcap">Powers</span>.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="2" class="cell-hang"> +<i>The other Characters by Messrs.</i> L. Bologna, Lewiss, Platt, +Sarjant, Wilde.—Mrs. Blurton, Mrs. Bologna, Miss Cox, +Miss Dibdin, Mrs. Findlay, Mrs. Masters, Mrs. Norton, Mrs. +Watts, Miss Willis, Mrs. Whitmore, &c.</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="2" class="cell-hang"> +The Scenery by <span class="smcap">Richards Phillips</span>, <span class="smcap">Whitmore</span>, <span class="smcap">Hollogan</span>, +&c.—The Decorations and Machinery by <span class="smcap">Goostrees</span>, +<span class="smcap">Sloper</span>, and <span class="smcap">Cresswell</span>.</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +</div><div class="chap"> + +<p class="ph2 center">Valentine and Orson.</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="ACT_I" id="ACT_I"></a>ACT I.</h2> + +<h3>SCENE I.<span class="scene-title-text">—<i>A long Perspective of the Suburbs of Orleans, +terminating with the ancient City Gates— +On one +Side a Convent, the Windows of which are illuminated +from within—The Stage is at first dark, which gives +Effect to the Transparency of the Windows—As the +Curtain rises slowly, the following choral Chaunt, accompanied +by the Organ, is heard from the Interior of the +Monastery.</i></span></h3> + +<div class="poem-container"> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Hear, while our choral numbers flow,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Hear! and avert the awful doom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which human frailty fears below,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">When summon'd to the insatiate tomb.<br /></span> +</div></div></div> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6"></a>[Pg 6]</span></p> + +<p class="hang1"><i>The Monastery Gates open, and the Friars and Nuns enter +in Procession, singing the following</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>CHORUS.</i></p> + +<div class="poem-container"> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now bolder raise the hallow'd strain,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">While living worth we haste to meet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our King, victorious comes again,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Again our foes sustain defeat.<br /></span> +</div></div></div> + +<p class="hang2"><i>They cross to the opposite Side, and exeunt while +singing.——As they go off, the Stage becomes +lighter (descriptive Music) The Dawn reddens, +and the Sun rises over the City; the Gates of +which are thrown open, <span class="smcap">Hugo</span>, with a Mob of +Citizens, Soldiers, and Peasantry, come shouting +down to the Front of the Stage, the Music ceases +and <span class="smcap">Hugo</span> speaks</i>.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>Stop! stop! stop! now don't be in such a plaguy +hurry. The holy brethren and sisters are just before +us, and you, with your noise, would interrupt +their merry solemnity.</p> + +<p class="center">First <span class="smcap">Citizen</span>.</p> + +<p>Merry solemnity, do you call it?</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>Ay, truly—they have just chaunted a solemn requiem +in annual memory of the king's departed +sister—and now, a merry occasion calls them forth +to meet our good old king himself, who has been<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7"></a>[Pg 7]</span> +fighting for his people, conquered his foes, and deserves +the thanks of all his friends.</p> + +<p class="center">Second <span class="smcap">Citizen</span>.</p> + +<p>Then why stand we here?</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>Why not? The king will pass through that gate, +for the opening of which we have so long waited—and +instead of going to the <i>show</i>, if we tarry a few moments, +the <i>show</i> will come to us.</p> + +<p class="center">Third <span class="smcap">Citizen</span>.</p> + +<p>They say the king's favourite, young Valentine, +hath gained great honour in these wars.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>That he hath:—and humble though I seem, I have +helped him to no small part of it.</p> + +<p class="center">All.</p> + +<p>You!</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>To be sure—I made the very sword with which +he slew the Saracens; and I defy any man to be +killed with a better tempered weapon. Oh! I'll be +bound he laid about him.—He had 'em here, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8"></a>[Pg 8]</span> +he had 'em there. (<i>Flourishing his stick to the annoyance +of the mob.</i>)</p> + +<p class="center">Second <span class="smcap">Citizen</span>.</p> + +<p>But, friend Hugo, why shou'd the king lavish so +much favour on a foundling?</p> + +<p class="center">Old <span class="smcap">Woman</span>.</p> + +<p>Aye, aye, he was found in a forest—Well, well, +when great men go a-hunting, and find children in +the woods, it's time for the fair sex to look about +'em.</p> + +<p class="center">Third <span class="smcap">Citizen</span>.</p> + +<p>And mark the end of it—In that very spot where +Valentine was found, there has suddenly appeared a +strange wild man, some say he is fourteen feet high.</p> + +<p class="center">Second <span class="smcap">Citizen</span>.</p> + +<p>No, no; thirteen feet and a half.</p> + +<p class="center">Third <span class="smcap">Citizen</span>.</p> + +<p>Who, to feed an old weather-beaten she-bear, +bears down all before him.</p> + +<p class="center">First <span class="smcap">Citizen</span>.</p> + +<p>Nay, but Valentine is well-beloved among us too: +the old men admire him, and his courtesy has gained +him the hearts of all the young women.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9"></a>[Pg 9]</span></p> + +<p class="center">Old <span class="smcap">Woman</span>.</p> + +<p>He never said a civil thing to me in all his life.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>There it is—his honesty has made him enemies. +There's Henry and Haufray, the cousins of the king, +have determined to destroy him, because one is said +to want to be heir to the throne, by marrying the +king's daughter, the Princess Eglantine; and the +other conceits himself to be the only man in the +kingdom, fit for the office of captain general over all +our victorious armies. Stand aside!—Here come all +our noble peers to meet the king.</p> + + +<h4><i>GRAND MARCH.</i></h4> + + +<p class="hang1"><i>The Peers of France advance from the Gate to meet the +king, who enters with the following</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>ORDER OF PROCESSION.</i></p> + +<p class="center">An Officer.</p> + +<p class="center">Banner of France.</p> + +<p class="center">Men at Arms, two and two.</p> + +<p class="center">Officer.</p> + +<p class="center">Banner.</p> + +<p class="center">Soldiers with Spears and Shields.</p> + +<p class="center">Choristers, two and two.</p> + +<p class="center">Grand Cross.</p> + +<p class="center">Lady Abbess.</p> + +<p class="center">Choristers.</p> + +<p class="center">Grand Crozier.</p> + +<p class="center">Nuns and Friars, two and two.</p> + +<p class="center">Black Musicians.</p> + +<p class="center">Officer bearing the Oriflamme.</p> + +<p class="center">Peers of France, two and two.</p> + +<p class="center">The King.</p> + +<p class="center">Pages and Armour bearers.</p> + +<p class="center">Henry and Haufray.</p> + +<p class="center">Officer.</p> + +<p class="center">Red Banner.</p> + +<p class="center">Men at Arms.</p> + +<p class="center">Officer.</p> + +<p class="center">Banner.</p> + +<p class="center">Soldiers.</p> + +<p class="center">Page with Valentine's Standard.</p> + +<p class="center">Valentine.</p> + +<p class="center">Saracen General and Officers in Chains. +</p> + +<p class="center"><i>The Chorus forms an Accompaniment to the March.</i></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11"></a>[Pg 11]</span></p> + +<p class="center"><i>CHORUS.</i></p> + +<div class="poem-container"> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With the gladsome notes of victory,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Let the merry cymbals ring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till earth resounds a people's cry,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Whose hearts proclaim—<i>Long live the King!</i><br /></span> +</div></div></div> + + + +<p class="hang1"><i>During the Chorus the Characters are so arranged +that the King is in the centre, and when the +Music stops, he speaks</i>:</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">King.</span></p> + +<p>This genuine welcome from my people is the most +brilliant trophy I have gained:—but thank not <i>me</i>, +my friends—to this young warrior's arm we owe +success. (<i>pointing to Valentine</i>) The giant chieftain of +yon pagan host measures his length on earth, subdued +by valour and by Valentine.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Valentine.</span></p> + +<p>My gracious liege; the child of chance, the creature +of your bounty can never atchieve a thousandth +part of what he owes to you, his sovereign, and his +<i>father</i>.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">King.</span></p> + +<p>Yet, in requital of that sense of honour, take from +thy king the Earldom of Auvergne.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12"></a>[Pg 12]</span></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Henry.</span></p> + +<p>(<i>Apart to the King.</i>) Auvergne! a royal title!—He'll +next obtain the crown—Sure, my liege, a man +unknown—</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">King.</span></p> + +<p>It is my best prerogative to rescue unknown merit +from obscurity.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Haufray.</span></p> + +<p>(<i>Aside.</i>) If this goes on, he will aspire to gain the +princess. (<i>apart to the king</i>) Men of birth, great sir—</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">King.</span></p> + +<p>Will be most proud of him, whose zeal, at once, +supports my crown, their honours, and the people's +cause.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Officer.</span></p> + +<p>Dread sir, your daughter, beauteous Eglantine, +impatient waits you at the royal palace.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">King.</span></p> + +<p>Tell her, we long to clasp her to a father's bosom. +Captives, your lives were spared on the condition +that you receive our faith (<i>the Saracens bow</i>). Be preparation +made, and let Religion's triumph grace +our feast. Auvergne, my daughter's lips, again, shall<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13"></a>[Pg 13]</span> +speak her father's thanks—Our citizens of Orleans +ope' their gates with loyal welcome to receive their +sovereign. Thus ever may the king and people of +this happy land, endeared by firm affection to each +other, own the dear ties of father and of children! +and, woe to those, who, with a traitor's hand, would +tear the bond asunder!—Lead on.</p> + +<p class="hang2"><i>Exeunt in procession. The King and Attendants +go off thro' the city gates—The Captives, +accompanied by the Friars and Nuns, enter +the Monastery.</i></p> + + +<h3><a name="ACT_I_SCENE_II" id="ACT_I_SCENE_II"></a>SCENE II<span class="scene-title-text">.—<i>Interior of the Convent.</i></span></h3> + + +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Blandiman</span> and <span class="smcap">Belisanta</span>.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Belisanta.</span></p> + +<p>Have all retired? Are we observed, my friend?</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Blandiman.</span></p> + +<p>The fathers seek their cells to offer prayers for the +new converts.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Belisanta.</span></p> + +<p>Alas! 'tis now the twentieth year since I have +sought the mournful consolation of recounting how +much a wretched woman owes thy friendship.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14"></a>[Pg 14]</span></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Blandiman.</span></p> + +<p>Away with sorrow, and in this moment of rejoicing, +demand an audience of the king, your +brother.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Belisanta.</span></p> + +<p>He thinks his sister guilty. Was I not banished +by my husband the Emperor of Greece, fatally +wrought on by traiterous slander, when, you, alone, +accompanied a weak, defenceless woman?</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Blandiman.</span></p> + +<p>Never shall I forget when, wearied with anguish +and fatigue, you sat beneath a blasted oak; the wind +with mournful sound scattered the falling leaves—meanwhile +your groans were echoed by the distant +murmur of nightly prowling wolves.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Belisanta.</span></p> + +<p>When, at my request you left me, in the hope of +finding human aid, two babes, the <span class="correction" title="In the original book: offpring">offspring</span> of my +unkind husband, first saw the light. Starting with +agony, these eyes beheld one of my children in the +savage gripe of a most hideous bear. One desperate +effort, short as furious, impelled me to attempt pursuit. +I fell, and knew no more of sense, till from a +peasant's wife I learned that she had found and +borne me to her humble dwelling.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15"></a>[Pg 15]</span></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Blandiman.</span></p> + +<p>I wandered far, till the sound of horns led me to +where I met the king, who with a frown at hearing of +your name, on pain of death, warned me to leave +his presence.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Belisanta.</span></p> + +<p>Vainly I sought my infant left behind—reason a +second time forsook her seat.—The sisters of this +convent poured balm into my bosom, and religion, +cloathed in the garb of patience, brought me peace.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Blandiman.</span></p> + +<p>Have you ne'er yet disclosed your name and +rank?</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Belisanta.</span></p> + +<p>Accounted dead, and masses for my soul's health +yearly ordered, I vowed that as my children were +for ever lost to me, my husband and my brother unconvinced +of the cruel treacheries employed against +me, ne'er to be known but as a sister of this order.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Blandiman.</span></p> + +<p>Yet may you hope that providence will watch +o'er piety and innocence, and but to-day, I learned +that Valentine, a favourite of the king's was found—</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16"></a>[Pg 16]</span></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter a Friar.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Friar.</span></p> + +<p>The duties of our order require your presence +to join the Pagan captives in preparation for the sacred +change they are about to make.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Belisanta.</span></p> + +<p>We attend you, father.——(<i>To <span class="smcap">Blandiman</span></i>) +The ceremony past, I wait your leisure—and for +your friendly deeds, they'll meet reward from where +I hope my prayers have long since registered them.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p> + + +<h3>SCENE III.<span class="scene-title-text">—<i>The Palace.</i></span></h3> + +<p class="center">(<i>Descriptive Music.</i>)</p> + +<p class="hang1"><i>The <span class="smcap">King</span> discovered on his Throne, attended by <span class="smcap">Valentine</span>, +<span class="smcap">Henry</span>, <span class="smcap">Haufray</span>, and the Peers of +France—the Princess is announced by her Ladies, and +enters—the <span class="smcap">King</span> presents <span class="smcap">Valentine</span> to her as the +Preserver of his Life, she receives him with a warmth +of Gratitude approaching to Love—the <span class="smcap">King</span> leads her +to a Seat, resumes his Throne, and speaks</i>:</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">King.</span></p> + +<p>Be it proclaimed that any of my subjects who have +petitions to our throne, may now approach. The +best acknowledgement we offer heaven for good received, +is when we use the ample power it gives to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17"></a>[Pg 17]</span> +bless our people.—The greatest monarch he, whose +subjects are the happiest.——Let all enter.</p> + +<p class="hang2"><i>The Music plays a characteristic Symphony—a +Group of Peasantry enter, the Principal of whom +unfolds a Petition, and while he and the rest +kneel, recites the following</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>CHAUNT.</i></p> + +<div class="poem-container"> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With lowly respect, zeal, devotion, and duty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To your Majesty's state, and our Princess's beauty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We entreat that you'll graciously grant us assistance<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Against a wild man, who in spite of resistance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whoe'er in his road he may meet with, destroys,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And your peaceable subjects and liegemen annoys,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then let your brave knights take this wild-man away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And your humble petitioners shall ever pray.<br /></span> +<span class="i26"><i>Chorus</i>—Then let, &c.<br /></span> +</div></div></div> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">King.</span></p> + +<p>What armed force will undertake this enterprize? +When a savage strikes at the general safety, 'tis the +duty of all good citizens to join against him.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Henry.</span></p> + +<p>Haply, young Valentine, in gratitude for the high +favours he receives, would gladly go alone on such +an errand.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Haufray.</span></p> + +<p>Ay, good my liege, his all-subduing valour must +succeed.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18"></a>[Pg 18]</span></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Valentine.</span></p> + +<p>For once, whate'er your motives you're my friends. +It had been arrogance, had <i>I</i>, before so many gallant +knights, proposed myself; but now I swear, living or +dead, to bring this fell destroyer to your presence, +or in the forest he inhabits, leave this form a worthless +token of his victory.</p> + +<p class="center">(<i>Pantomime Music.</i>)</p> + +<p class="hang2"><i><span class="smcap">Valentine</span> takes a respectful Leave of the +<span class="smcap">King</span>, and an affectionate one of <span class="smcap">Eglantine</span>, +who seems to reproach <span class="smcap">Henry</span> and <span class="smcap">Haufray</span> +with causing his departure—<span class="smcap">Valentine</span> +goes off with the Peasants; the <span class="smcap">King</span>, +&c. on the opposite Side——The Scene closes.</i></p> + + +<h3>SCENE IV.<span class="scene-title-text">—<i>An Apartment in the Palace.</i></span></h3> + + +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Hugo</span>, furbishing <span class="smcap">Valentine</span>'s Shield.</i></p> + +<p>There—I have made Lord Valentine's shield so +bright, that if the wild man does but see his face in +it, he may haply take fright at his own ugly features. +It's monstrous unlucky that though I have been armour-bearer +and armour-maker to the young knight +from the time of his first campaign, yet something +has always happened to prevent my going with him, +and now when so handsome an opportunity offers, +I'm sadly afraid I shan't be able to find an excuse +for staying behind. I've been ill of every thing I +could think of, in turn, and have obtained more certificates +of bad health, than would have paid for the +cure of real sickness.—Let's see—what can I think +of next?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19"></a>[Pg 19]</span></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Agatha</span>.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Agatha.</span></p> + +<p>So, Mr. Hugo, your poor master is going again, I +fear?</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>Yes, I fear we are both going. But you see how +it is with us—a willing horse, you know——</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Agatha.</span></p> + +<p>The poor princess will cry her eyes out, she's so +sorry——</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>And so am I.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Agatha.</span></p> + +<p><i>You</i> sorry!—for what?</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>Why, to think that——that——</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Agatha.</span></p> + +<p>Oh, I know what you are sorry for—you've heard +that Valentine has sworn to go alone, and that you<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20"></a>[Pg 20]</span> +will lose the honour of sharing in so hopeful an enterprize.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>Has he? how lucky! (<i>aside</i>) Yes, I'm monstrous +sorry—I didn't know it sooner. (<i>apart</i>)</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Agatha.</span></p> + +<p>I knew you'd feel hurt.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>True—to think I that carried him in arms, when +a boy, should see him go <i>alone</i> at these years.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Agatha.</span></p> + +<p>Well, but if you were to ask him.——</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>What, to break his vow? I wou'dn't have such a +sin at my door, for the honour of fighting the wildest +man in Christendom.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Valentine</span>, with a Letter.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Valentine.</span></p> + +<p>Agatha, present this to the princess, and tell her +till Valentine can prove that gentle blood flows in +his veins, her roseate cheek shall ne'er have cause to +blush for him she has so honoured.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21"></a>[Pg 21]</span></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Agatha.</span> (<i>gives <span class="smcap">Valentine</span> a Scarf.</i>)</p> + +<p>Sir, she sends this parting token, and will pray incessantly +for your return.</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Valentine.</span></p> + +<p>Then success is certain! Come, see my armour.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>(<i>While arming him.</i>) I humbly hope, my lord, +that, now, I have no hinderance you'll graciously +permit my services. I have kill'd divers wild things +in my time, and might be useful.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Valentine.</span></p> + +<p>Well, then, thou shalt go with me.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>(<i>Dropping the armour.</i>) Shall I! O dear!</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Valentine.</span></p> + +<p>How now?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22"></a>[Pg 22]</span></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>'Twas but a sudden qualm—That was a real pain +i' the back.</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Aside.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Valentine.</span></p> + +<p>I mean to take thee but to the entrance of the +forest.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>I cou'dn't think of intruding further.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Valentine.</span></p> + +<p>There secure my horse, and wait my return. +(<i>Draws his sword.</i>) Now gentle fortune aid thy +knight.</p> + +<div class="poem-container"> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And let the Fates for good or ill combine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The star that leads me on, is, Eglantine.<br /></span> +</div></div></div> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt on opposite sides.</i></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23"></a>[Pg 23]</span></p> + +<h3>SCENE V.<span class="scene-title-text">—<i>The Forest of Orleans.</i> (Richards.)</span></h3> + +<p class="hang2"><i>On one side a large Tree which can be climbed, +at the back, a Cavern nearly covered with +Underwood.</i></p> + + +<p class="center"><i>The</i> Peasants <i>enter who presented the Petition at Court.</i></p> + +<p class="center">First <span class="smcap">Peasant</span>.</p> + +<p>Well, the king hath heard our petition, and here +we go joyfully on our way home.</p> + +<p class="center">Second <span class="smcap">Peasant</span>.</p> + +<p>Troth, I am weary;—let us rest awhile; for when +the wild man is once killed, this forest will be quite +safe, and things will run in the right road again.</p> + +<p class="center">Third <span class="smcap">Peasant</span>.</p> + +<p>For my part I fear nothing but the wild man—Lack-a-day! +it would do you good only, an't +were to hear him roar—</p> + +<p class="center">(<i>Music heard without.</i>)</p> + +<p>Mercy on us? What was that?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24"></a>[Pg 24]</span></p> + +<p class="center">First <span class="smcap">Peasant</span>.</p> + +<p>That was no honest roaring. Such sweet sounds +mean no good. I have rested enough now.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Going.</i></p> + +<p class="center">Second <span class="smcap">Peasant</span>.</p> + +<p>Don't hurry so, goodman Ambrose, the music is +not so bad.</p> + +<p class="center">Third <span class="smcap">Peasant</span>.</p> + +<p>No matter—I wou'dn't dance with old nick for a +partner, to the prettiest tune that ever was composed.</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter Three</i> Pilgrims, <i>who join in the following</i></p> + + +<h4><i>GLEE.</i></h4> + +<p class="center">(<i>Accompanied by one of them on the lute.</i>)</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"<i>Pilgrims.</i> The sun to ocean hies away.<br /></span> +<span class="i13">"The curfeu bell is ringing,<br /></span> +<span class="i9">"And pilgrims thro' the twilight grey,<br /></span> +<span class="i13">"Now cheer the way by singing.<br /></span> +<span class="i9">"While each, tho' weary, feels delight,<br /></span> +<span class="i13">"In thinking of his inn at night,<br /></span> +<span class="i13">"And ev'ry footstep moves in time,<br /></span> +<span class="i13">"As plays the distant village chime."<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25"></a>[Pg 25]</span></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Re-enter the Peasants running.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Peasants.</i> Mercy on us!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Pilgrims.</i><span class="pad5">Strangers, say—</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Peasants.</i> Here he comes,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Pilgrims.</i><span class="pad5">Which is our way?</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Peasants.</i> Have you seen him?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Pilgrims.</i><span class="pad6">Whom?</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Peasants.</i><span class="pad7">He's coming.</span><br /></span> +<span class="i13">Hark! the wild man—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Pilgrims.</i><span class="pad5">Tell us, pray.</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>Peasants.</i> Here you must not stand humdrumming.<br /></span> +<span class="i10">Yes, 'tis he—away! away!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>All.</i><span class="pad9">Away! away!</span><br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt hastily.</i></p> + +<p class="hang1"><i>Characteristic Music, which varies with the Incidents of +the following Scene.</i></p> + +<p class="hang1"><i>A strange kind of howling is heard—<span class="smcap">Orson</span> presents +himself with an animal in his grasp, which he has just +slain—a faint roar is heard of the old Bear—<span class="smcap">Orson</span> +expresses satisfaction, intimating he has got food for her. +The Bear enters—<span class="smcap">Orson</span> shews her the food, and in +a playful manner, follows her into the cave.</i></p> + +<p class="hang1"><i><span class="smcap">Valentine</span> enters, followed at cautious distance by +<span class="smcap">Hugo</span>, who puts down a basket containing some cordage, +fruits, and a flask, and seems very anxious to be<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26"></a>[Pg 26]</span> +dismissed—<span class="smcap">Valentine</span>, in dumb shew, charges him +with a token for <span class="smcap">Eglantine</span> and the <span class="smcap">King</span>, and recommending +himself to heaven, takes his way into the +thicket.</i></p> + +<p class="hang1"><i><span class="smcap">Hugo</span>, being left alone, seems terrified, and as much +afraid to go back, as to follow <span class="smcap">Valentine</span>—looks +warily about him, hears a noise, and runs to the cave for +shelter—a roar is heard from the cave, <span class="smcap">Hugo</span> instantly +returns running, most whimsically terrified, and pursued +by <span class="smcap">Orson</span>—<span class="smcap">Hugo</span> throws his cloak at the wild man, +and while he is tearing it to pieces, <span class="smcap">Hugo</span> runs off—<span class="smcap">Orson</span> +throws down the cloak, and doubly enraged by +the escape of his intended victim, follows.</i></p> + +<p class="hang1"><i><span class="smcap">Valentine</span> re-enters, cannot find the wild man—sees +<span class="smcap">Hugo</span>'s cloak, laments his supposed death, and mounts +a tree to look out for his enemy.</i></p> + +<p class="hang1"><i><span class="smcap">Orson</span> re-enters, and expresses disappointment at not +having overtaken <span class="smcap">Hugo</span>—as he approaches the tree +where <span class="smcap">Valentine</span> is, <span class="smcap">Valentine</span> plucks a branch, +and throws it at him—<span class="smcap">Orson</span> looks up with astonishment, +chatters uncouthly to <span class="smcap">Valentine</span>, throws the +branch back to him, and beckons him to come down—<span class="smcap">Valentine</span> +hesitates—<span class="smcap">Orson</span> enraged, immediately +ascends the tree—and while he is climbing up one side, +<span class="smcap">Valentine</span> gets down on the other, and in turn beckons +his opponent.—<span class="smcap">Orson</span> makes but one jump from the +tree to the ground—runs to <span class="smcap">Valentine</span>, who opposes<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27"></a>[Pg 27]</span> +his polished shield—<span class="smcap">Orson</span> seeing his own figure reflected +in it, suddenly starts back—<span class="smcap">Valentine</span>, with +his sword drawn, keeps <span class="smcap">Orson</span> at bay, and leads him +round the stage, still wondering at the figure he sees.—<span class="smcap">Orson</span> +at length struggles for the shield, takes it from +<span class="smcap">Valentine</span>, and throws it away—<span class="smcap">Valentine</span> +has another shield at his back, which he immediately +uses, slightly wounds <span class="smcap">Orson</span> with the point of his sword, +at which he, enraged, looks round for a weapon, pulls +up a young tree by the roots, and uses it as a club.</i></p> + +<p class="hang1"><i>A fierce combat ensues—<span class="smcap">Valentine</span>, by his lightness and +activity, escapes many dreadful blows, aimed at him by +<span class="smcap">Orson</span>.—They stand to breathe awhile, when the Bear +suddenly totters from the cave—<span class="smcap">Valentine</span>, at the +moment she opens her mouth, presents his sword in the +attitude of thrusting it down her throat—<span class="smcap">Orson</span>, as +if instinctively apprised of the danger of his foster-mother, +drops his club, and seems to implore mercy for the old and +feeble Bear—<span class="smcap">Valentine</span> retires, the Bear follows—<span class="smcap">Orson</span> +recovers his club, and is about to attack <span class="smcap">Valentine</span>, +when the latter cuts <span class="smcap">Orson</span>'s hand—the +club falls, and <span class="smcap">Valentine</span> is once more attacking the +Bear, when <span class="smcap">Orson</span> supplicates—<span class="smcap">Valentine</span> suddenly +throws a cord round <span class="smcap">Orson</span>'s hands, and bids +him follow him—<span class="smcap">Valentine</span> holding the other end +of the cord.—<span class="smcap">Orson</span> looks at the Bear, and then at +<span class="smcap">Valentine</span>, who throws him fruit—he gives it to +the Bear—<span class="smcap">Valentine</span> gives him wine from a flask,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28"></a>[Pg 28]</span> +he tastes it, likes it, and gives some to the Bear, who +seems half strangled with it, and totters towards the +cave.</i></p> + +<p class="hang1"><i><span class="smcap">Valentine</span> again bids <span class="smcap">Orson</span> follow him—<span class="smcap">Orson</span> +suddenly snaps the cord, and follows the Bear—the Bear +unable to reach the cave, drops with a faint roar, and +dies, as if from old age.</i></p> + +<p class="hang1"><i><span class="smcap">Orson</span> shakes her, puts the food and bottle by her, throws +himself on the ground, and seems to weep.</i></p> + +<p class="hang1"><i><span class="smcap">Valentine</span> ventures to caress him—<span class="smcap">Orson</span> turns short +on him, snatches at his sword by the blade, and again +cuts his fingers—resumes his club, but throws it down +again on seeing the dead Bear.—<span class="smcap">Valentine</span> caresses +<span class="smcap">Orson</span> again (still keeping on his guard), <span class="smcap">Orson</span> seeing +<span class="smcap">Valentine</span>'s attention to himself and the Bear, seems +pleased and overcome by it—presents <span class="smcap">Valentine</span> +with one end of the cord, and holding the other, suffers +himself to be led off, looking back from time to time, at +the dead Bear, and making an uncouth and mournful +kind of lamentation.</i></p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29"></a>[Pg 29]</span></p> + + +</div><div class="chap"> + +<h2><a name="ACT_II" id="ACT_II"></a>ACT II.</h2> + + +<h3>SCENE I.<span class="scene-title-text">—<i>A Court-Yard of the Palace at Orleans</i>—(Phillips.)— +<i>in +front a pair of great Gates, with Posts before them, +and a Chain across from one to the other</i>.</span></h3> + +<p class="center">(<i>Pantomime Music.</i>)</p> + +<p class="hang1"><i>Officers and Servants run on terrified—go in at the great +gates, and make them fast—<span class="smcap">Valentine</span> enters on +horseback, leading <span class="smcap">Orson</span>, who seems amazed at every +thing around him—<span class="smcap">Valentine</span> blows a horn at the +gate, <span class="smcap">Orson</span> is surprised at the noise, tries to blow it, +but cannot, which makes him very angry—Some one +looks out from above, sees <span class="smcap">Orson</span>, shakes his head and +retires—<span class="smcap">Orson</span> imitates him—<span class="smcap">Valentine</span> angrily +tries to force the gate, but is unable; <span class="smcap">Orson</span> assists, +without effect—at length, seeing that <span class="smcap">Valentine</span> is +eager to obtain entrance, <span class="smcap">Orson</span> pulls up a post, breaks +the chain by which it is attached to the next post, and +batters the gate open—attendants rush out armed, are +going to attack <span class="smcap">Orson</span>—<span class="smcap">Valentine</span> interposes—<span class="smcap">Henry</span> +and <span class="smcap">Haufray</span> enter, shake hands with <span class="smcap">Valentine</span>—<span class="smcap">Henry</span>, +in turning from <span class="smcap">Valentine</span>, +half draws his sword, <span class="smcap">Orson</span> sees him, and pushes it +rudely back into the scabbard—<span class="smcap">Valentine</span> signifies<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30"></a>[Pg 30]</span> +to <span class="smcap">Orson</span> that he must shake hands with his friends—he +takes a hand of each, and squeezes them violently—he +then shakes hands with the others—<span class="smcap">Eglantine</span> +enters, runs into <span class="smcap">Valentine</span>'s arms—<span class="smcap">Orson</span> is +astonished, delighted at her beauty, he runs to embrace +her, as <span class="smcap">Valentine</span> has done, but is repulsed and much +displeased at it—<span class="smcap">Valentine</span> makes him kneel and +kiss her hand—drums and trumpets are heard, the wild +man is alarmed—the <span class="smcap">King</span> and Courtiers enter and +welcome <span class="smcap">Valentine</span>—<span class="smcap">Orson</span>'s attention is still fixed +on the Princess—he approaches her again, she, terrified, +runs for protection to <span class="smcap">Valentine</span>—<span class="smcap">Orson</span> seems +hurt, and makes a savage kind of moaning—the <span class="smcap">King</span> +admires <span class="smcap">Orson</span>, who wants to shake hands with him, +but is taught the proper mode of approaching him by +<span class="smcap">Valentine</span>—the <span class="smcap">King</span> orders <span class="smcap">Orson</span> a dress, and +goes off with the Princess and attendants—<span class="smcap">Valentine</span> +and <span class="smcap">Orson</span> are following, when the latter espies <span class="smcap">Hugo</span>, +and remembering the adventure of the cloak in the forest, +runs furiously towards him, and reminds him of it by +action—<span class="smcap">Valentine</span> interposes in behalf of his terrified +armour-bearer, whom he reconciles to <span class="smcap">Orson</span>, and +leaves them together—Attendants bring on apparel, as +ordered by the <span class="smcap">King</span>, for <span class="smcap">Orson</span>, who makes many +whimsical mistakes in putting it on, when suddenly missing +<span class="smcap">Valentine</span>, he throws the dress at the Officers, +and runs into the palace in search of his friend.</i></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31"></a>[Pg 31]</span></p> + + +<h3>SCENE II.<span class="scene-title-text">—<i>An Apartment in the Palace.</i> (Phillips.)</span></h3> + +<p class="center">(<i>Laughing heard without.</i>)</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Re-Enter <span class="smcap">Hugo</span>.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>Ha! ha! ha! the wild man has began to shew +his breeding with a vengeance—he has overturned +the kitchen, set the cellar afloat, and sent every thing +in the stable to rack and manger; for he hath eaten +the beast's provender, given wine to the horses, and +thrown the cook into the dripping pan, where he +basted him with his own ladle.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Agatha</span>.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Agatha.</span></p> + +<p>Ah, Hugo—what, are you laughing at the wild +man? I'm sure he frightens me.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>He'd have frightened you more, if you had seen +him, as I did, in his own dining room in the forest.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Agatha.</span></p> + +<p>Why now, really, had you courage enough to +venture there?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32"></a>[Pg 32]</span></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>To be sure I had—I went in boldly—by mistake.</p> +<p class="right">(<i>Aside.</i>)</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Agatha.</span></p> + +<p>When he was out, I suppose?</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>O, no; he was there, and wanted me to stay. I +took off my cloak to oblige him, and to avoid ceremony, +came away without it. Your lady may well +be glad that Valentine had power to tame him.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Agatha.</span></p> + +<p>Glad! she's more uneasy than ever; and if she +hasn't fallen <i>out</i> of <i>love</i> into <i>jealousy</i>, I'll give you +leave to say that Agatha is no conjuror.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>I'm sure I never said you was one: but who is +she jealous of?</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Agatha.</span></p> + +<p>You shall hear. The Duke of Acquitane has +arrived to beg relief against a pagan, they call the +Green Knight, who holds his daughter unlawfully +a prisoner, and unless, by a certain hour she is<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33"></a>[Pg 33]</span> +rescued, she will be forced to marry this Saracen +monster, who has already vanquished and hanged +up twenty knights who fought for her.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>Poor fellows! And what is he to have who conquers +the pagan?</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Agatha.</span></p> + +<p>The lady's hand.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>Hanging on one side, and marriage on the other! +bless me! Where could they find twenty knights +mad enough to undertake such a terrible alternative?</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Agatha.</span></p> + +<p>Why; your master, Valentine, will go, if it's +only for the honour of the thing: and the Princess +is distracted lest he should fall in love with the lady, +or be killed by the knight.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>And for fear he shou'd once more ask me to bear +him company I'll get out of the way as fast as +possible.</p> + +<p class="center">(<i>Going, meets the <span class="smcap">Princess</span>.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34"></a>[Pg 34]</span></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Eglantine.</span></p> + +<p>Hugo, where are you going?</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>I'm going, madam, to——to unarm my master +before the banquet, and fear I shall be too late.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Eglantine.</span></p> + +<p>Hold, sir—Can you be secret?</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>Ask Agatha, your grace's hand-maid—she knows +I can.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Agatha.</span></p> + +<p>I know you are a blockhead. Mark my lady.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Eglantine.</span></p> + +<p>Can you not bring, Sir Valentine's armour to +Agatha's apartment?</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>Aye, madam, if she be there to receive it—but +when, and how long must I—</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35"></a>[Pg 35]</span></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Agatha.</span></p> + +<p>How rude of you to want to know more than I +do—Go, fetch the armour, quick!</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Eglantine.</span></p> + +<p>And here's a purse of gold to speed thee.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>I lack no spur but your commands, and a kiss from +Agatha.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Agatha.</span></p> + +<p>No, no—(<i>he is going away</i>) Well, take it.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>Now, why did you say no, no?</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Agatha.</span></p> + +<p>Why, one must refuse at first for decency.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Eglantine.</span></p> + +<p>Here, Hugo.</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Gives the purse.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>[<i>Takes it.</i>] Madam, I'm gone.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36"></a>[Pg 36]</span></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Agatha.</span></p> + +<p>[<i>Apart to <span class="smcap">Hugo</span>.</i>] I thought you didn't want the +money.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>One must refuse at first, you know, for decency.</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Eglantine.</span></p> + +<p>In Valentine's disguise I'll see this beauty he +would venture for;—for, should he conquer in +the fight, how many Cupids smiling, through her +tears, may aim at Valentine! And, shou'd he +fall——</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Agatha.</span></p> + +<p>It wou'd be a sad thing, truly, my dear lady; +but how will your going help it?</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Eglantine.</span></p> + +<p>There is a prophecy, that no <i>man nursed by woman</i> +can subdue this pagan—Perhaps it is his fate to fall +by woman.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Agatha.</span></p> + +<p>He wou'dn't be the first if he did, madam.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37"></a>[Pg 37]</span></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Eglantine.</span></p> + +<p>My mother's martial spirit trained me up to +Amazonian sports—Foremost in the chace, thrice +have I pierced the monarch of our woods; and, +more than once, have been where battles roar, and +undismayed, beheld the mortal conflict.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Agatha.</span></p> + +<p>I shou'd have been frighten'd out of my wits.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Eglantine.</span></p> + +<p>By force or stratagem it may be mine to free this +lady, and save my lover from a double danger.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Agatha.</span></p> + +<p>But will he go, knowing this prophecy?</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Eglantine.</span></p> + +<p>He disregards it as an artful fable, coined by +the Saracen; or else as pagan sorcery, which he, a +christian knight, fears not to combat with. Come, +thou, as my page, shalt follow me, and learn my +purpose on the journey.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Agatha.</span></p> + +<p>Me!</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38"></a>[Pg 38]</span></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Hugo</span>.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>The armour is all in Agatha's apartment, your +highness. My master had taken it all off before I +came.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Agatha.</span></p> + +<p>But, madam, wont you go to the banquet, you +purposely provided for the king and Valentine?</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Eglantine.</span></p> + +<p>No time for feasting now—obey my orders——We'll +to the Green Knight's Camp——Away, my +girl.</p> +<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p> + +<p class="center">"<span class="smcap">Agatha.</span></p> + +<p>"With all my heart. Its my opinion my +lady is so in love, that, to save Valentine from +danger, she'd follow him to the world's end.</p> + +<p class="center">"<span class="smcap">Hugo.</span></p> + +<p>"I dare say she would, but when I am in danger +nobody talks of following me.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39"></a>[Pg 39]</span></p> + +<p class="center">"<span class="smcap">Agatha.</span></p> + +<p>"No; that's impossible—you run so fast.</p> + +<div class="poem-container"> +<h4><i>DUET.—<span class="smcap">Hugo</span> and <span class="smcap">Agatha</span>.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"<i>Hugo.</i><span class="pad1">The man who fights and runs away,</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Agatha.</i><span class="pad1">Wou'd make a sorry lover,</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Hugo.</i><span class="pad1">May live to fight another day,</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Agatha.</i><span class="pad1">But ne'er his fame recover.</span><br /></span> +<span class="i7">"While he who boldly meets the foe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Hugo.</i><span class="pad2">May boldly die, 'tis true,</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Agatha.</i> Will live in history, you know,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Hugo.</i><span class="pad2">I'd rather live with you.</span><br /></span> +<span class="i7">"Nay come I'll boldly meet the foe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Agatha.</i> I'll love you if you do;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Hugo.</i><span class="pad2">And when to fame I'm wed you know,</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Agatha.</i> Then I'll be wed to you.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Both.</i><span class="pad1h">Then I'll be wed to you.</span><br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="center">II.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"<i>Agatha.</i> The hero slain, claims beauty's tear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Hugo.</i><span class="pad2">Her smiles more pleasure giving;</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Agatha.</i> She holds his mem'ry ever dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"<i>Hugo.</i><span class="pad2">And marries some one living.</span><br /></span> +<span class="i7">"But come, I'll bravely meet the foe, &c.<br /></span> +</div></div></div> + +<p class="right">"[<i>Exeunt.</i>"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40"></a>[Pg 40]</span></p> + + +<h3>SCENE III.<span class="scene-title-text">—<i>A grand Banquet under Pavilions in the +Palace Gardens.</i> (Hollogan.)</span></h3> + +<p class="hang1"><i>The <span class="smcap">King</span>; and <span class="smcap">Valentine</span> (unarmed) discovered in +great state, Nobles and Ladies seated at the Banquet +Tables, &c.</i></p> + +<p class="hang1"><i><span class="smcap">Orson</span> enters, pleased at the sight, goes from one table +to the other—the <span class="smcap">King</span> orders him wine, he imitates +their manner of drinking—takes another cup, is going +to drink, <span class="smcap">Valentine</span> tells him to be careful, pointing +to his head, indicating that wine will intoxicate him, +<span class="smcap">Orson</span> does not understand him—a Servant entering +with wine, he forces it from him, and goes off with +it—the Princess's Ladies enter, much alarmed at +missing her, and bring with them her cloathes.</i></p> + +<p class="hang1"><i><span class="smcap">Valentine</span> calls for <span class="smcap">Hugo</span>, who informs him that +the Princess bribed him to let her have <span class="smcap">Valentine</span>'s +armour to go to the Green Knight's camp—<span class="smcap">Valentine</span>, +goes off, followed by the <span class="smcap">King</span>, &c. in search +of <span class="smcap">Eglantine</span>.—<span class="smcap">Orson</span> re-enters, and from the +effects of the wine, appears half intoxicated—<span class="smcap">Hugo</span> +sits down at the table, pours out a goblet of wine, +when <span class="smcap">Orson</span> suddenly takes it out of his hand, shewing +him, by pointing to his head, in <span class="smcap">Valentine</span>'s +manner, it is not good for him; he misses <span class="smcap">Valentine</span>, +runs anxiously about, seems to enquire of <span class="smcap">Hugo</span>, looks +under the tables, and in every place, and at last tears<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41"></a>[Pg 41]</span> +his hair, stamps, and throws himself on the ground—<span class="smcap">Hugo</span>, +alarmed, runs off.—<span class="smcap">Orson</span> rises, once more +looks about for <span class="smcap">Valentine</span>, and not seeing him, goes +distractedly off, leaping over the tables, and overturning +all before him.</i></p> + + +<h3>SCENE IV.<span class="scene-title-text">—<i>A Wood.</i> (Richards.)</span></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Agatha</span>, dressed as a</i> Page.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Agatha.</span></p> + +<p>There goes my lady, drest and arm'd so like +Sir Valentine, that if he were to meet her, he'd +think it were a second self. She bade me follow +at some distance to avoid suspicion, and mislead +any who might pursue her—I fear she will prove +but a weak defender of the poor Lady Florimonda, +who, if Sir Valentine do not quickly overtake us, +must, of force, be married to the pagan sorcerer.</p> + +<div class="poem-container"> +<h4><i>ROMANCE.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Tis far away o'er yonder plains,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A cruel pagan tyrant reigns,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And holds a christian maid in chains,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Ah, well-a-day, poor lady!<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42"></a>[Pg 42]</span></p> +<p class="center">II.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And ev'ry day some gallant knight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who strives to win this lady's right,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is by the pagan slain in fight.<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Ah, well-a-day, poor lady!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="center">III.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And ere the sun forsake the sky,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unless more powerful aid is nigh,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The pagan she must <i>wed</i>, or <i>die</i>.<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Ah, well-a-day, poor lady!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="center">IV.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And, now, fair Eglantine is gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By jealous pangs her bosom torn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To save her love, or die forlorn.<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Ah, well-a-day, poor lady!<br /></span> +</div></div></div> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Henry</span> and <span class="smcap">Haufray</span>, from opposite sides.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Henry.</span></p> + +<p>This way, my friend, our foe is in our power. +Yonder he walks in <i>armour</i>, but <i>alone</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43"></a>[Pg 43]</span></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Haufray.</span></p> + +<p>Nay, Henry, this way lies the road—Unarm'd +he comes perhaps to meet the princess.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Henry.</span></p> + +<p>Your jealousy has blinded you. I say with +swiftest pace he there eludes our vengeance, close +followed by his page.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Haufray.</span></p> + +<p>Ambition makes you mad. Stand back, and as +he passes, unprotected by his wild associate, here +let's attack him.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Henry.</span></p> + +<p>You fear to face him. I'll believe my eyes and +go alone. By heav'n, 'tis he indeed.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Haufray.</span></p> + +<p>Now will you believe your eyes?</p> + +<p class="hang1"><i>They conceal themselves—<span class="smcap">Valentine</span> enters, and is +attacked by <span class="smcap">Haufray</span>, who is overthrown, when +<span class="smcap">Henry</span> aims a blow behind <span class="smcap">Valentine</span>—<span class="smcap">Orson</span> +suddenly enters, catches <span class="smcap">Henry</span> up, and carries him +away—<span class="smcap">Haufray</span> is beaten off by <span class="smcap">Valentine</span>, who +follows—<span class="smcap">Orson</span> re-enters, signifies that he has thrown<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44"></a>[Pg 44]</span> +<span class="smcap">Henry</span> into the river, but not finding <span class="smcap">Valentine</span> +where he left him, the wild man picks up the swords of +the disarmed adversaries, and runs off, in pursuit of +him.</i></p> + +<h3>SCENE V.<span class="scene-title-text">—<i>The Encampment and Pavilion of the +Green Knight.—on one Side a large Oak Tree, on which +several Knights in shining Armour, are seen hanging—on +the other Side is a Tree, to which a Shield, marked +with magical Characters, is suspended, and guarded by +a Saracen Priest.</i> (Phillips.)</span></h3> + +<p class="hang1"><i>The Lady <span class="smcap">Florimonda</span> discovered embroidering a Scarf—She +hears a distant march, looks out in hopes of some +Knight's approach—the Green Knight enters, in brilliant +armour, preceded by Saracen Warriors—he offers the +Lady <span class="smcap">Florimonda</span> his hand, which she rejects, and +shews him these words, embroidered on the scarf</i>:</p> + +<p class="center">"Florimonda will wed the Knight,<br /> +who frees her from Agramant."</p> + +<p class="hang1"><i>He threatens, and strikes the scarf from her hand—she +falls on her knees in despair—a trumpet is sounded without—<span class="smcap">Agramant</span> +orders it to be answered—<span class="smcap">Eglantine</span> +enters, and offers to fight with him—the Green +Knight points to the tree where the other knights are +hanging, and disdaining the youthful appearance of +<span class="smcap">Eglantine</span>, advises her to avoid the combat—she +insists on a trial—they fight—she is overthrown—the +Green Knight is about to put her to death, when <span class="smcap">Valentine<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45"></a>[Pg 45]</span></span> +rushes on, discovers <span class="smcap">Eglantine</span>, and +fiercely defies <span class="smcap">Agramant</span>, who, in derision, bids him +try to pull down the shield from the tree—when <span class="smcap">Valentine</span> +approaches the shield, the Saracen Priest interposes, +and speaks</i>:</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Priest.</span></p> + +<p>Forbear!—this shield protects a prince not nursed +by woman.</p> + +<p class="hang1"><i><span class="smcap">Valentine</span> persists, and encounters the Green Knight, +with battle-axe, broad sword, &c.—<span class="smcap">Valentine</span> is +worsted—<span class="smcap">Orson</span> rushes on, and begs to fight <span class="smcap">Agramant</span>—<span class="smcap">Valentine</span> +recollects the words of the priest, +and bids <span class="smcap">Orson</span> try to pull away the shield—which he +is about to seize, when the priest again says</i>:</p> + +<p>Forbear!—this shield protects a prince not nursed +by woman.</p> + +<p class="hang1"><i><span class="smcap">Orson</span>, not regarding him, approaches the shield, and it +flies into his hand—the Green Knight, forewarned of +his fate, rushes on <span class="smcap">Orson</span> in savage desperation—but +every weapon breaks on the enchanted shield—<span class="smcap">Orson</span> +strikes <span class="smcap">Agramant</span> to the ground—<span class="smcap">Valentine</span>'s +soldiers rush on, and vanquish the Saracens—thunder is +heard, and the Genius <span class="smcap">Pacolet</span> is seen descending on +a flying horse—he alights, comes forward, and addresses +the characters.</i></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46"></a>[Pg 46]</span></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Pacolet.</span></p> +<div class="poem-container"> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">(<i>To Agram.</i>) Thine ill-earned laurels must to virtue yield,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(<i>To Orson</i>) While thou hast freed the Genius of the Shield;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To yonder castle haste (<i>To Valen.</i>) a golden head,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wild-man's birth, and your's, shall truly read.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then hence, brave knight, while honour you pursue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This ring has power enchantment to subdue.<br /></span> +</div></div></div> + +<p class="hang2"><i><span class="smcap">Pacolet</span> gives a ring to <span class="smcap">Valentine</span>, waves +his wand, they follow him.</i></p> + + +<h3>SCENE VI.<span class="scene-title-text">—<i>Castle of the Giant Ferragus.</i> (Richards.)</span></h3> + +<p class="hang1"><i><span class="smcap">Valentine</span> and <span class="smcap">Orson</span> enter, and approach the gates. +<span class="smcap">Orson</span> seeing a horn, blows it—it utters a dreadfully +discordant blast—the gates fly open—two Fiends rush +out, one of them speaks.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Fiend.</span></p> + +<p>The invincible sovereign of this castle, the mighty +and gigantic Ferragus, warns you to fly—hence!—begone!</p> + +<p class="hang1"><i>They rush on <span class="smcap">Valentine</span> and <span class="smcap">Orson</span>, are overthrown +and sink—as <span class="smcap">Valentine</span> and <span class="smcap">Orson</span> are proceeding, +a Lion enters, <span class="smcap">Valentine</span> presents the magic ring, +and the Lion disappears—<span class="smcap">Pacolet</span> is seen in place of +the monster, and conducts <span class="smcap">Valentine</span> and <span class="smcap">Orson</span> into +the Giant's dwelling.</i></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47"></a>[Pg 47]</span></p> + + +<h3>SCENE VII.<span class="scene-title-text">—<i>A Magic Chamber in the Castle</i>—(Whitmore.)</span></h3> + +<p class="hang1"><i>In the Centre, on a Pillar, a golden Head, and on one side of +it, stands the enormous Giant <span class="smcap">Ferragus</span>, leaning on a +massive Club—<span class="smcap">Valentine</span> and <span class="smcap">Orson</span> enter—the +Giant raises his monstrous club—<span class="smcap">Pacolet</span> enters—waves +his wand, the club changes to a heavy chain, incircling +the arms of the giant—<span class="smcap">Orson</span> catches up the +giant, throws him down, and stands over him, <span class="smcap">Pacolet</span> +waves his wand.</i></p> + +<p class="hang1"><i><span class="smcap">Eglantine</span>, <span class="smcap">Florimonda</span>, and <span class="smcap">Belisanta</span> enter.</i></p> + +<p class="hang1"><i><span class="smcap">Pacolet</span> touches the Golden Oracle, which speaks as follows</i>:</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Oracle.</span></p> + +<p>Hear!</p> + +<p class="hang1"><i><span class="smcap">Orson</span> is alarmed—<span class="smcap">Pacolet</span> makes a sign for silence, +again touches the head, which proceeds to say</i>:</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Oracle.</span></p> + +<p>Orson is endowed with reason!</p> + +<p class="hang1"><i><span class="smcap">Orson</span> falls on his knees, and shews his sensibility by +thanking the Gods—the head proceeds</i>:</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Golden Oracle.</span></p> + +<p>Valentine and Orson are brothers, and sons of the +Emperor of Greece, and the much-wronged Empress +Belisanta.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48"></a>[Pg 48]</span></p> + +<p class="hang1"><i>The Empress <span class="smcap">Belisanta</span> throws off her Nun's dress, and +appears as herself, embraces her sons, who embrace each +other—<span class="smcap">Pacolet</span> addresses the Oracle.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Pacolet.</span></p> + +<div class="poem-container"> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Agent of sorcery, thy task is o'er,<br /></span> +<span class="i14">[<i>the head falls, and the giant sinks</i>.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thy gigantic master sinks, to rise no more.<br /></span> +</div></div></div> + +<p class="hang1"><i><span class="smcap">Orson</span> approaches <span class="smcap">Florimonda</span>, she still rejects him, +he looks at his uncouth figure and dress, and rushes out, +followed by <span class="smcap">Pacolet</span>, but immediately returns, splendidly +dressed—he again presses his suit to <span class="smcap">Florimonda</span>, +she is pleased with him—the Empress joins +the hands of <span class="smcap">Valentine</span> and <span class="smcap">Orson</span> with <span class="smcap">Eglantine</span> +and <span class="smcap">Florimonda</span>—the Genius signifies his approbation, +and thus addresses <span class="smcap">Belisanta</span>.</i></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Pacolet.</span></p> + +<div class="poem-container"> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lady, most wrong'd, rejoice!—your royal lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Repentant, comes with splendid honours due,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To suffering virtue, to a throne restored,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Days of delight remain for these and you.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While my task over, gaily hence I hie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Distress still aiding, as I onward fly.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To realms of light and fields of liberty.<br /></span> +</div></div></div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49"></a>[Pg 49]</span></p> + +<p class="hang1"><i><span class="smcap">Pacolet</span> changes the scene, mounts his winged horse, +and flies up, while the transformation is making from +the Mystic Chamber to the last scene.</i></p> + +<h3>SCENE VIII.<span class="scene-title-text">—<i>A most brilliant Hall, hung round with +all the ornamental Trophies and Devices of ancient Chivalry, +disposed in long and varied perspective.</i>——(Whitmore.)</span></h3> + +<p class="center"><i>The Emperor, &c. enter in</i></p> + + +<h4>GRAND PROCESSION.</h4> + +<p class="center">Soldiers of King Pepin's Guard.</p> +<p class="center">Officers bearing Banners.</p> +<p class="center">Choristers.</p> +<p class="center">Captives, with Presents.</p> +<p class="center">Guards.</p> +<p class="center">Captives, with Presents.</p> +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">A Superb Pyramid</span>,</p> +<p class="center">containing</p> +<p class="center">A MILITARY BAND.</p> +<p class="center">Guards.</p> +<p class="center">Valentine's Banner.</p> +<p class="center">FIRST GRAND TROPHY,</p> +<p class="center">on which are borne</p> +<p class="center"><i>VALENTINE AND EGLANTINE</i>.</p> +<p class="center">Guards.</p> +<p class="center">SECOND GRAND TROPHY,</p> +<p class="center">on which are borne</p> +<p class="center"><i>ORSON AND FLORIMONDA</i>.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50"></a>[Pg 50]</span></p> +<p class="center">The Peers of France.</p> +<p class="center">Attendants of the Emperor.</p> +<p class="center">The Royal Banners of</p> +<p class="center">France and Constantinople.</p> +<p class="center">Dancers.</p> +<p class="center">Ladies of the Court.</p> +<p class="center">The Empress <span class="smcap">Belisanta</span>,</p> +<p class="center">supported by</p> +<p class="center">The <span class="smcap">Emperor</span>,</p> +<p class="center">and</p> +<p class="center">The <span class="smcap">King of France</span>.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>The Characters come to the front of the stage, and the +Piece concludes with the following</i></p> + +<h4><a name="FINALE" id="FINALE"></a><i>FINALE.</i></h4> + +<div class="poem-container"> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Moment of triumph! virtue's power,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Resplendent rising, gilds the day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Surmounts misfortune's clouded hour,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And drives each wint'ry storm <span class="correction" title="In the original book: awayr">away</span>.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thrice, happy day!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Huzza! huzza!<br /></span> +</div></div></div> + +<p class="center">F I N I S.</p> + + +<p class="center">Printed by Barker and Son, Great Russell Street, Covent Garden.</p> +<hr class="chap" /> +</div><div class="chap"> +<div class="transnote"> +<h2>TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES.</h2> + +<p>Unusual, inconsistent and archaic spellings, formatting and punctuation +have been maintained as close to the original book as possible. +Obvious spelling errors have been fixed, as detailed below.</p> + +<p>In the list of <a href="#CHARACTERS">CHARACTERS</a> of the original book, the name "Haufray" was +spelled "Hausray", unlike the spelling in the rest of the book.</p> + +<p>In <a href="#ACT_I_SCENE_II">Act I Scene II</a> of the original book, the word "offspring" was +spelled "offpring".</p> + +<p>In the <a href="#FINALE">FINALE</a> of the original book, the word "away" was spelled "awayr".</p> + +<p class="hidden">The cover for this ebook was created at PGDP.net and is in the public domain.</p> + +</div></div> + +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 48686 ***</div> +</body> +</html> diff --git a/48686-h/images/valentinecover.jpg b/48686-h/images/valentinecover.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..32f5a32 --- /dev/null +++ b/48686-h/images/valentinecover.jpg |
