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becond nap: 1 perceive you are surprised at his | Scene changes and discovers the doors of fou appearance - you must know, I was his dresser.

Mon. You !

Y. Whim. In imitation of dame Fortune, I Enter Young WHIMSEY and Simon, have deprived one man of what he really wanted, to lavish it on another, who had no use for it.

Y. Whim. Let me see-you say the gentleman Mon. Well, Sir; as the circumstances under who took shelter with me behind the windowwhich we met prove that each of us have some curtain, is Mr. Monford, my sister Charlotte's reasons for wishing to be concealed at present.

lover, Y. Whim. I'll e'en take my leave; but before

Simon. Yes, Sir, and he is going to run away 1 go, upon my soul, I long to have one knock at with her this evening. I know where they a that rascal, who lies sleeping there— You must dered the chaise. know, he has had the impudence to be my rival,

Y. Whim. Then run back instantly to the inn, with a devilish pretty little black-eyed wench who and countermand Mr. Monford's chaise in his twirls a mop in this house.

name--l'll take the consequences when the Whim. (Aside.) Zounds! I believe the dog other comes, tell the post-boy to let me knowhas discovered me.

I'll step into the room which I find was intended Y. Whim. Do let me fetch a horse-whip— for my father-the old gentleman will hardly go ask but for three cuts at him--only three cuts into it, as he does not mean to sleep therebe Zounds! here comes Mrs. Pattypan—Then I'm quick-don't lose a moment. off—and Tim may sleep on in whole bones. [Exit Simon. Erit Y. Whim. into the first


Enter Monford and CHARLOTTE, meeting. Enter Mrs. PATTYPAN.

Char. Oh! Monford-my father has ordered Mon. [To Mrs. P.) Ah! Mrs. Pattypan-1 me to meet him in his room directlysuppose you are in search of your apprentice- ment your chaise is ready, come to me in my there he sits, in a kind of double disguise, both chamber-Remember that the farthest door is of dress and liquor. Mrs. Pat. Yes, yes, Sir, I have heard of it all; mine, and don't venture to speak above a whis


Points to the door. and shall give him a lecture on the subject. Mon. My charmer-my Charlotte !

(Exit Mon.

Char. Hush! this is not a time for fine Whim. (Aside.) The devil? it will be a fine speeches, I'm sure I hear my father's footsteps joke against me, to be discovered in this situation

-I must be gone. [Ereuni different way. -I'll e'en feign to be asleep. Mrs. Pat. Oh, Tim Tartlett! I did mean to

Enter OLD WAIMSEY. scold vou--but your presence softens all my resentment.--Come, you must not be too bashful Whim. Ha, ha, ha! Well done, old Whimsey you have to be sure taken a liberty, by your con - who will pretend to deny that I am an excel duct this evening—but when a woman loves a lent politician !-to set off at a moment's lice man-she can pardon little liberties in him. -without giving Monford the most distant ank

( Taking his hand. ling of my intentions !-Egad, I shall jockey

them all; and leave Jack to pay for the lodgings Enter CHARLOTTE and MONFORD, with his arm

as well as he can-and now lil e'en retire to my round her waist, as if talking to her-Mrs. own room, and wait for Charlotte. PATTYPAN starts, and OLD WHIMSEY dis

(Goes into the room where his son is concealed

-shuts the door. covers himself.

Enter Mrs. PATTYPAN. Mrs. Pat. Upon my word, Ma'am, this intrusion. Whim. Is a very agreeable intrusion, Mrs. That's the signal I suppose for Mr. Timothy to

Mrs. Pat. My young Madam's door open Pattypan, I really began to be afraid of you.

wait on her—but she is mistaken—at these years Mrs. Pat. Afraid of me—but I wont be out of think I know the value of a lover too well to lose temper.

him so easily—but I hear somebody couning, and Char. I declare I thought it was Mr. Ti- I must not be seen here I'll e'en step into my mothy.

new lodger's room for a minute, till they are gone. Mrs. Pat. Yes, Ma'am, I thought it was Mr.

(Erit into the second reos. Timothy too. The old gentleman could never suppose I meant to make love to him-ha, ha, ha!

Enter MONFORD. Whim. Faith, I don't know, Mrs. Pattypanthe love of some ladies is a kind of universal phi Mon. That must be Charlotte by ber tiptoe lanthropy—it extends to all mankind—[Exit Mrs. tread, and the rustling of her gown, but then P.) And pray, Sir, did you think it was Mr. why retire into my room instead of her own—I'l Timothy too ?-In short, Monford, we have all follow her, however--the devil take the people, passed a mighty agreeable evening, and it is now will they never be in bed in this house ! time to go to bed. One word at parting-if (Erit into the room where Mrs. P. is gone. you marry Mrs. Pattypan-you had better continue to keep a sharp look out after Mr. Ti

Enter Tim TARTLETT. mothy. So good night t'ye. (Ereunt Whim. and Char., and Mon. on the Tim. What shall I do!-I fear I am not quite opposite side.

sober yet; the plaguy old woman haunts me like

a ghost-By jingo, I believe here she comes Mon. Mr. Whimsey!- I'm really all confusion. Where shall I hide myself ?-Here is a door open, Whim. Yes, faith-so the rest of the company i'faith; any port in a storm they say.

seern to be. Here we are-fat and lean-old and (Exit into the third room, and shuts the door. young-paired as badly as the city train-bands at

a Lord Mayor's show ? but how the devil we Enter CHARLOTTE.

came here in couples, seems as yet to remain a Char. I think the whole house is now at rest, secret. except our faithful Nancy. My father is un Ulrs. Pat. I can explain it. Your shameless doubtedly in his own chamber. My door is shut; daughter seduced the affections of my intended so Monford is certainly gone into my room. Lud, husbanı; and has attempted to tear him from I am so frightened-I wish I were safe out of the my arms. house.

Whim. Tear him from your arms! Egad, I (Exit into the room where Tim TARTLETT is should think that no easy matter, Mrs. Pattypan, gone.

if you were resolved to hold him fast. Enter Simon and the Postboy.

Mon. I believe, Sir, my confession will explain

every thing to you. I own I did intend to elope Simon. I'll bring you to my master, my lad, with Miss Charlotte this evening. he'll give you his orders here.

Whim. Very obliging of you, indeed—to Postboy. I suppose his honour pays handsome make a confession, when your scheme is disco ly-travels with a silver spur, eh!- I've all my vered--I have seen a highwayman do as much paces---from eighteen pence to five shillings a just before his execution. stage. But where is the gentleman ?

Y. Whim. Then, Sir, as execution follows Simon. I'faith, that's more than I can tell-per-confession—let them be tied up directly, with haps he is in his bed-chamber; but which it is of Benefit of Clergy. those rooms I'm sure I don't know. Stay here a Tim. Suppose you and I follow the example, moinent, while I step down stairs and inquire. mistress! I believe my hour is come; and so the

[Erit. sooner I am out of my pain the better. Postboy. And so I'm to kick my heels here Mrs. Pat. Then, Tim is constant after all. while he is looking for his master, and my horses Tim. Ah! mistress, that I am. (Sighing standing in the street all the while. I'll e'en try Chur. My dear father will not let me petition all the doors--I shall find the right one at last. in vain. (Knocking at each of the doors in lurn.) Nobody Y. Whim. Nay-Nancy will join her intreaanswers-rot me, if I don't believe the people are ties; and then, Sir, you will a second time be all asleep-Ha--gentlefolks! the chaise is ready between two fires. (Cracking his whip; all the doors fly open at Whim, Ah! rot your two fires !-the dog

once, and the sereral persons who had con- has me fast-1 dare not refuse my consent; and cealed themselres in the rooms come out. so, Monforu, take my daughter; but, curse me,

if Whim. [Taking Young WHIMSEY's hand.) 1 intended you should have bad her. As for you, -Come along, Charlotte, come along. Hey-day! Mrs. Pattypan, may you find marriage like one of how did you come here, you dog – [Looking your own tarts, with no more acid in it, than is round him.]-and you ?-and you?

just enough to render the sweets more poignant.Char. Heavens!

we are discovered! (Turning To crown your satisfaction, may your lodgings round, and seeing Tim.] Bless me! Mr. Timothy ? never remain empty! and may every friend, who

Mrs. Pat. Yes, Ma'am—you are discovered, takes a peep at the First Floor honour it with indeed.

their approbation







This is a very noble production from the pen of Hughes. The characters are finely sustained and well contras ed--Barbarian fierceness and christian firmness are in tine opposition throughout. The business is now highly interesting, and was originally more so, before the ignorance of the managers of the Play-house altered the original design-They had, it seems, certain fairy notions of chivalry and heroism in their heads, and could not tolerate a hero after he had changed his religion.

The excellent author altered his play, for the benefit of his relations ; for he himself died on the night of it first representaion, Feb. 17, 1719-20.

We now see this piece usually once in a season, chiefly in benefit tiine; it merits, however, to be constantly seen and read, for, as a composition, modern times have shown nothing near it.



EUMENES, Governor of Damascus,..
Herbis, his Friend, one of the Chiefs of the City,..
Phocyas, a noble and valiant Syrian, privately in love with Eudocia,.
ARTamox, an officer of the Guards, .
SERGIUS, an Express from the Emperor Heraclius,..
Eudocia, Daughter to Eumenes,..

Mr. Hull
Mr. Fraron
Mr. Pope
. Mr. Davies
Mr. Cubet

Mrs. Pope.

Officers, Soldiers, Citizens, and Attendants.


CALED, General of the Saracen Army,..
ABUDAH, next in command under Caled...
DARAN, a wild Arabianı, professing Mahometanism for the sake of the spoil,..
Raphan, &c.

Mr. Henderes
Mr. Farrer.
Mr. Thompson
Mr. Helme.


{ Mr. Ledger

Officers, Soldiers, and Attendants.

SCENE.—The Cuy of Damascus, in Syria, and the Saracen Camp before it. And, in the last Act

a Valley adjacent


Oft has the music here tried her magic arts,
To raise your fancies, and engage your hearts.
When o'er this little spot she shakes her wand,
Towns, cities, nations, rise at her command;

And armies march obedient to her call,
New states are form’d, and ancient empires fall
To vary your instruction and delight,
Past ages roll renew'd before your sight.
His awful form the Greek and Roman wean,
Waked from his slumber of two thousand years

And man's whole race, restored to joy and pain, 1st Offt. Help there ! more help! all to the Act all their little greatness o'er again.

eastern gate! No common woes to-night we set to view; 2d Offi. Look where they cling aloft, like Important in the time, the story new.

cluster'd bees! Our opening scenes shall to your sight disclose Here, archers, ply your bows. How spiritual dragooning first arose ;

1st Offt. Down with the ladders, Claims drawn from Heaven by a barbarian lord, What, will you let them mount? And faith first propagated by the sword.

2d Offi. Aloft there! give the signal, you that In rocky Araby this post began,

And swiftly o'er the neighbouring country ran: In St. Mark's tower.
By faction weaken'd, and disunion broke, 1st Off. Is the town asleep?
Degenerate provinces admit the yoke;

Ring out the alarm bell!
Nor stopp'd their progress, till resistless grown, (Bell rings, and the citizens run to and fro
Th' enthusiasts made all Asia's world their own. in confusion. A great shout.
Britons, be warn'd; let e’en your pleasures

Enter HERBIS. Convey some moral to th' attentive ear.

Her. So-the tide turns ; Phocyas has driven Beware, lest blessings long possess'd displease ;

it back. Nor grow supine with liberty and ease.

The gate once more is ours.
Your country's glory be your constant aim,
Her safety all is yours think yours her fame.

Enter EUMENES, Phocyas, Artamon, foc. Unite at home-forego intestine jars;

Eum. Brave Phocyas, thanks! mine and the Then scorn the rumours of religious wars :

people's thanks. Speak loud in thunder from your guarded shores, (People shout and cry, A PHOCYAS ! foc. And tell the Continent the sea is yours.

Yet, that we may not lose this breathing space, Speak on--and say, by war, you'll peace maintain, Hang out the flag of truce. You, Artamon, 'Till brightest years, reserved for George's reign Haste with a trumpet to the Arabian chiefs, Advance, and shine in their appointed round: And let them know, that hostages exchanged, Arts then shall flourish, plenteous joys abound, I'd meet them now upon the eastern plain. And, cheer'd by him, each loyal muse shall sing,

[Exit ARTAMON. The happiest island, and the greatest King. Pho. What means Eumenes ?

Eum. Phocyas, I would try
By friendly treaty, if on terms of peace

They'll yet withdraw their powers.

Pho. On terms of peace !

What peace can you expect from bands of robSCENE I.-The City.

bers ? Enter EUMENES, followed by a croud of people.

What terms from slaves, but slavery? You

know Eum. I'll hear no more. Begone!

These wretches fight not at the call of honour; Or stop your clamorous mouths, that still are For injured rights, or birth, or jealous greatness, open

That sets the princes of the world in arms. To bawl sedition, and consume our corn. Base-born, and starved amidst their stony deserts, If you will follow me, send home your women, Long have they view'd from far, with wishing And follow to the walls; there earn your safety,

eyes, As brave men should.---Pity your wives and Our fruitful vales, our fig trees, olives, vines, children!

Our cedars, palms, and all the verdant wealth Yes, I do pity them, Heaven knows I do, That crowns fair Lebanon's aspiring brows. Even more than you; nor will I yield them up, Here have the locusts pitch'd, nor will they leave Though at your own request, a prey to ruffians—These tasted sweets, these blooming fields of Herbis, what news ?


For barren sands, and native poverty,

Till driven away by force.
Her. News !--we're betray'd, deserted;

Eum. What can we do? The works are but half mann'd; the Saracens Our people in despair, our soldiers harassid Perceive it, and pour on such crowds, they blunt With daily toil, and constant nightly watch: Our weapons, and have drain’d our stores of death. Our hopes of succour from the emperor What will you next?

Uncertain ; Eutyches not yet return'd, Eum. I've sent a fresh recruit;

That went to ask them; one brave army beaten; The valiant Phocyas leads them on -whose Th' Arabians numerous, cruel, flush'd with condeeds

quest. In early youth assert his noble race;

Her. Besides, you know what frenzy fires their A more than common ardour seems to warm

minds His breast, as if he loved and courted danger. Of their new faith, and drives them on to danger. Her. I fear 'twill be too late.

Eum. True; they pretend the gates of ParaEom. (Aside.) I fear it too:

dise, And though I braved it to the trembling crowd, Stands ever open to receive the souls P've caught the infection, and I dread th' event. Of all that die in fighting for their cause. Would I had treated—but 'tis now too late Pho. Then would I send their souls to Para Come, Herbis.


dise, [A noise is heare without, of Officers giving And give their bodies to our Syrian eagles orders.

Our ebb of fortune is not yet so low Vol. II. ...4 Z

To leave us desperate. Aids may soon arrive ; Caled. Is that a question now? you had our Mean time, in spite of their late bold attack,

summons, The city still is ours; their force repellid, When first we march'd against you to surrender. And therefore weaker; proud of this success,

Two moons have wasted since, and now the thin! Our soldiers too have gain'd redoubled courage, Is in its wane. 'Tis true, drawn off a while, And long to meet them on the open plain.

At Aiznadin we met and fought the powers What hinders, then, but we repay this outrage, Sent by your emperor to raise our siege, And sally on their camp?

Vainly you thought us gone; we gain d a conEum. No-let us first

quest. Believe th' occasion fair, by this advantage, You see we are return'd; our hearts, our cause, To purchase their retreat on easy terms :

Our swords the same.
That failing, we the better stand acquitted

Her. But why those swords were drawn,
To our own citizens. However, brave Phocyas, | And what is the cause, inform us.
Cherish this ardour in the soldiery,

Eum. Speak your wrongs,
And in our absence form what force thou canst, If wrongs you have received, and by what means
Then if these hungry blood-hounds of the war They may be now repair’d.
Should still be deaf to peace, at our return

Abu. Then, christians, hear! Our widen'd gates shall pour a sudden flood And Heaven inspire you to embrace its trutb! Of vengeance on them, and chastise their scorn. Not wrongs t'avenge, but to establish right

[Ereunt. Our swords were drawn: For such is Heaven's

command SCENE II.- A plain bofore the City. A pros- Immutable. By us great Mahomet, pect of Tents at a distance,

And his successor, holy Abubeker,

Invite you to the faith.
Enter Caled, ABUDAH, and Daran. Arta. (Aside.) So—then, it seems

There's no harm meant; we're only to be beaten Dar. To treat, my chiefs ! - What! are we into a new religion-If that 's all, merchants ihen,

I find I am already half a convert. That only come to traffic with those Syrians,

Eum. Now, in the name of Heaven, wbat And poorly cheapen conquest on conditions ?

faith is this, No; we were sent to fight the caliph's battles,

That storks gigantic forth, thus arm'd with ter "Till every iron neck bend to obedience.

rors, Another storm makes this proud city ours; As if it meant to ruin, not to save ? What need we treat ?—I am for war and That leads embattled legions to the field, plunder.

And marks its progress out with blood and Caled. Why, so am land but to save the

slaughter? lives

Her. Bold, frontless men! that impudently Of mussulmans, not christians, I would not treat:

dare I hate these christian dogs; and 'tis our task,

To blend religion with the worst of crimes ! As thou observ’st, to fight; our law enjoins it : And sacrilegiously usurp that name, Heaven too is promised only to the valiant.

To cover fraud, and justify oppression! Oft has our prophet said, the happy plains

Eum. Where are your priests ? What doctors Above, lie stretch'd beneath the blaze of swords. Abu. Yet, Daran 's loth to trust that Heaven Have you e'er sent t' instruct us in its precepts ?

of your law

To solve our doubts, and satisfy our reason, This earth, it seems, has gifts that please bim And kindly lead us through the wilds of error

To these new tracts of truth- This would be Caled. Check not his zeal, Abudah.

friendship, Abu. No: 1 praise it.

And well might claim our thanks. Yet, I could wish that zeal had better motives.

Caled. Friendship like this Has victory no fruits but blood and plunder ?

With scorn had been received: your numerous That we were sent to fight, 'tis true; but where

vices, fore?

Your clashing sects, your mutual rage and strife, For conquest, not destruction. That obtain'd,

Have driven religion, and her angel guards, The more we spare, the caliph has more subjects, Like out-casts from among you. 'In her stead, And heaven is better served—But see, they Usurping superstition bears the sway, come.

And reigns in mimic state, 'midst idol shows,

And pageantry of power. Who does not mark Enter EUMENES, HERBIS, and ARTAMON. Your lives? Rebellious to your own great prophet Caled. Well, christians, we are met-and war Who mildly taught you— Therefore Mahomet awhile,

Has brought the sword to govern you by force, At your request, has still’d his angry voice, Nor will accept obedience so precarious. To hear what you will purpose.

Eum. O solemn truths ! though from an im Eum. We come to know,

pious tongue !

Aside After so many troops you've lost in vain, That we're unworthy of our holy faith. If you'll draw off in peace, and save the rest. To Heaven, with grief and conscious shame, we Her. Or rather to know first—for yet we know not

But what are you that thus arraign our vices, Why on your heads, you call our pointed arrows, And consecrate your own ? Vile hypocrite! In our own just defence! What means this visit? Are you not sons of rapine, foes to peace, And why see we so many thousand tents

Base robbers, murderersRise in the air, and whiten all our fields ?

Caled. Christians no

for payi



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