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Mar. Pho, pho, you'll have plenty of air through the key-hole

Balt. Thro’ the key hole? oh, what will become of me? (She locks him up in one side of the press.)

Mar. So I have caged one of my turtle-doves safely, now for the other – (Opens the door, and Signor STEPHANO enters disguised as the Jew.)

Step. Well, you little jade, what made you so long before you opened the door ?

Mar. You were in such a hurry - I was only locking something up in the cloaths-press.

Steph. Well, you little jade, here I am! Why don't you laugh at me ? (She laughs.) That's right, laugh at me heartily, or I shall think I am but half metamorphosed. (She turns him about, and laughs heartily.) Well, havn't I done it completely ? Ha! ha! ha!

Mar. I think you have, ha! ha! ha!

Steph. Don't I cut a very ridiculous figure, ha ! ha! ba!

Mar. Very! Ha! ha! ha!

Steph. Did you ever know a man make a greater fool of himself, ha! ha! ha! Mar. Never ! Ha! ha! ha!

Steph. Ha! ha! ha! but to be serious; you have seen Balthazar, I suppose ?

Mar. No.

Steph. He promised to call, but I suppose he'll take some other opportunity ?

Mar. Very likely.

Steph. He's a good soul, and I can assure you, felt for your distresses, as if they had been his own; would you believe it, when he talk'd of your situation, he was absolutely in tears.

Mar. Kind-hearted creature !

Steph. Tho' a judge, I could not forbear weeping myself.

Mar. Poor Nicolino, then, has nothing to fear.

Steph. Nothing, and every thing to hope. Well, and now we're quite snug and alone —

Mar. Yes, there are only three of us. Steph. Hey! what? three of us ? Mar. Why, you know, there's myself one, and you are two.

Steph. Ha, ha ! ha, well, that is a very good joke ; and the best of the joke is, that I am at once your gallant and your confessor; as a Jew I can't commit more sin than as a judge I can pardon, and -(A knocking at the door.) What the devil's that ?

Mar. 'Tis he!
Steph. What, Balthazar ?
Mar. Yes, I know his rap.
Steph. Well, you know you're not at home

Mart. Yes, but he knows I am at home.
Steph. What can you do with me?

Mart. Hush ! You can step in here for a minute (opening the cloaths-press door).

Steph. What, make a close prisoner of a judge ?

Mar. Well, well, never mind; I shall be your jailor, and shall release you presently.

Steph. Why look you, as a judge I cannot submit to it, but as a Jew, I must submit to every thing. You'll send him off immediately?

Mar. Oh ! you may depend upon it, (Locks him up.) I'll send you both off immediately: Aye, you may now bill and coo to one another. (Comes forward on the stage.) Ha, ha, ha, ha! Oh! when they come to be turn'd out before the whole company, ha, ha, ha! how they will look at one another, ha, ha, ha! I shall die with laughing, and never be able to go thro' with the joke.

[Exit. Scene, the Sea Shore.* Enter the two Sailors who carried off the COUNTESS.

1st Sail. A pretty day's work we have made of it, first to lose the necklace, afterwards to lose the lady, and for our Captain to lose his ship – It runs in my head that you and I, instead of being tickled in the

* This scene was altered and improved in the representation. palm of the hand, shall have our reward scored upon our backs; and instead of having a diamond necklace between us, we may very likely have one made of hemp.

2d Sail. Hush ! hush ! Here comes Signor Rosano : . now if we can but persuade him that our Captain has taken his prize to the castle, we may make our peace yet. 1st Sail. Well thought on, stand by!

Enter Rosano.
Ros. Some say it was Morani’s ship that sunk;
Others, with firmer tone, yet they not certain,
Pronounce it was Durazzo's. —

AIR 17th.

. I.
Whither shall I their path pursue, ...
What reason can my footsteps guide; ..
Or how shall judgment find a clue,
When fortune only can decide.. .,

II. i
The miser robb’d of all his store, -
Thus fearfully his steps doth measure,
And circles round the hallow'd spot,
Which lodg'd his only treasure:
For where it was still fancy paints the scene,
Fairer than that, where it has never been.

Ros.

Well met, friends!
Know you whose vessel 'twas that founder'd?

Sail. Durazzo's.
Ros. Are you sure?

1st Şail. We should be, seeing as how we are of his ship's crew.

Ros. Was he on board ?
2d Sail. No, no, he's safe enough at his castle.

Ros. Are you sure of that?
I am his friend, and fain would know the truth.

1st Sail. He pass'd us here but now.
Ros. Alone ?

2d Sail. No, there was great part of the crew with him, and a lady.

Ros. What, young and handsome?
1st Sail. A light-timber'd wench enough
Ros. How was she dress'd ?

2d Sail. Like most of your great ladies, furbelowed out with a deal of spare canvas - Tho' she was but a frigate, she carried sail enough for a first rate.

1st Sail. I don't know what they were going to do with her, but she set up her pipes lustily. However, sir, if you wish to see the Captain, I'd advise you to take half a hundred fuzileers with you, and a four and twenty pounder or two, for

Ros. Damnation !

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