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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.

Ist 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 ą 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 Şail. Yes, and after he has committed a burglary with his four and twenty pounders, to find nobody at home.

Ist 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


Ist 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


Scene in Durazzo's Castle.


AIR 18th.
Delusive hope, once more adieu !

Thy visions of delight,
Melt from my disenchanted view;

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, As at a church-yard apparition The village hinds ?


More horrible than that !
Mid the wild uproar of the elements,
Thou comest like the demon of the storm.
Thy look is desolation, and thy touch
A with’ring blast to nature.
Dur. .

Why I come,
Proud beauty, thou shalt know : but gather this
I came not to fool time away with words,
I came not to intreat, but to command :-
I did not come to woo thee like the dove,
But like the pard, to grapple and enjoy.
Therefore these looks of scorn are out of season.
'Tis not the fierce displeasure of thine eye ;
Thy tone imperious, or thy swelling lip,
Can shake me from my purpose. Mark me, lady!
Revenge may diet on a woman's scorn,
Keenly as love can on her bounty feed.
Swear, then, to-morrow's sun shall see thee mine,
This moment swear it, or the very next
Shall give to vengeance what is due to love.

Coun. Durazzo, hear me?

You refuse ?

Nay, hear me! (Kneels.)
I do conjure you, as you are a man-
From woman's breasts have drawn humanity-
Have known the blessed sleep that waits on goodness
Damn not yourself and me.

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Why, thou art woman? True woman! very woman to the last! When the loud fury of your words is vain, You try with tears to soften me to folly : So, when the fury of the wind subsides, Relenting nature melts into a shower : But I am proof to both, and thus I seize, Cold stubborn fair one-(As she is struggling with him,

the alarm bell of the castle rings, and immedi

ately after one of his crew enters.)
Sail. Captain; they storm the castle.
Dur. Confusion! who?
Sail. Rosano, and some fifty of his friends.
Coun. Assist them, god of justice !

(Clasping her hands.)
Dur. Why, lady, you look pleas'd ? rekindling hope
Mounts to your cheek and dances in your eye.
There is some dalliance there for young Rosano,
But I will spoil your dream. Who waits without ?

(Some of his crew 'enter.) Quick thro' the windings of the secret vault, To the dark tower convey her! That done, assemble in the court.

(Exeunt SAILORS with the COUNTESS.) Dur. (Solus.) True, they have traced the lion to

his den ; But shall they wrest the victim from my gripe.

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Rosano and his friends ? What, shall these walls,
That bid defiance to the roaring winds,
And lift their heads to meet the thunderbolt,
Bow to man's mimic battery? Vain fools !
There is a magic in the howling storm,
Which fills my soul with terror, and aught else
Is but the idle prattle of a babe.


Scene, the Exterior of the Castle.-View of the Tower

to which the COUNTESS has been carrieda

Rosano and his Followers enter. Ros. This way, my friends; on this side we must

enter, or all is lost.

(The storm continues, RosaNO and his Party attack the

Castle- A breach is made-Durazzo and his
Followers appear and engage the Assailants--
Rosano disarms Durazzo and carries off the

Dur. (Solus.) Thus is my shame complete, and

fix'd his triumph.

* By a judicious transposition, this was made the last scene in The Fisherman's Hut.

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