Mart. Yes, but he knows I am at home. 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. Whither shall I their path pursue, II. The miser robb'd of all his store, For where it was still fancy paints the scene, Fairer than that, where it has never been. Ros. Know you Well met, friends! whose vessel 'twas that founder'd? Sail. Durazzo's. Ros. Are you sure? 1st Sail. 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! 1st Sail. He might not chuse to receive gentlemen's visits. Ros. I thank you, my friends, for your information, I thank you Take that, and drink Rosano's health. (Throws down a purse and exit.) 1st Sail. (after looking some time at the purse) Well, shall we fight for it? 2d Sail. Psha! don't remind a man of his follies, take it up. 1st Sail. I think we have done the thing at last ;brought ourselves up with a wet sail: Eh, messmate? 2d Sail. Yes, if we havn't clench'd the nail now, the devil's in it but what must we do next? 1st Sail. Do? What a lubberly question that is for a couple of sailors who have money. Here's fun for a fortnight, and tho' it should only last us a week, that's an age for gentlemen of our profession to look forward to: so we'll go and drink Signor Rosano's health. — Ha, ha, ha, I can't help thinking how he'll batter about the old walls. 2d Sail. Yes, and after he has committed a burglary with his four and twenty pounders, to find nobody at home. 1st Sail. And then to pay so handsomely for being imposed on, ha, ha, ha. 2d Sail, Yes, he was determined not to be made a fool of for nothing. F F 1st Sail. And the best of the joke is, that whilst we are drinking his health, he'll be wishing us both at the devil. 2d Sail. Well! well! that's the case with a great many people who drink their friends' healths.- Come along. [Exeunt. Scene in DURAZZO's Castle. The COUNTESS. AIR 18th. Delusive hope, once more adieu ! I wake, and all is night. Thou, like the solitary ray, Which cheers the dying captive's gloom, Dost glitter only to betray, And gild the horrors of his tomb. The storm yet rages loud; yet thou, my soul, Be still, nor let the terrors of the night Hark! 'tis Durazzo's step: protect me, heav'n! Enter DURAzzo. Dur. Why dost thou start? Am I so hideous, lady, That at the sight, thy nature shrinks abhorrent, The village hinds? |