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THE

BRITISH DRAMA;

A COLLECTION OF THE MOST ESTEEMED

TRAGEDIES, COMEDIES, OPERAS, AND FARCES,

IN THE

ENGLISH LANGUAGE.

VOLUME FIRST.

LONDON:

PUBLISHED BY JONES & COMPANY,
%, ACTON PLACE, KINGSLAND ROAD.

1824.

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FATAL CURIOSITY

A TE&6EDY,

IN THREE ACTS.

BY GEORGE LILLO.

REMARKS.

THE story of this Piece Is very simple and afltcting, and is said to have been founded on a fact which happened on the western coast of England. The circumstance of a son, long absent from his parents, keeping himself, on his return to visit them, tor some time unknown, is unforced, while at the same time their inducement, from the depth of dis. tress and penury, to perpetrate his murder, for the sake of the treasures he had shown them. Is productive of some 1 horror and tenderness. Mr. lino rendered the distresses of common and domestic i as those of kings and heroes, and the" ruin brought on private families by an indul. e of avarice, lust, &c. as the havoc made in states and empires by ambition, cruelty, or tyranny. His George , and Arden of Fceersham, are all planned on common and well-known stories; yet they have i the audience, and even the critics have laid down their pens to take out the handkerchief.

DRAMATIS PERSONS.

DRURY-LANE. HAY-MARKET.

Old Wilmot, Mr. Kemble Mr. Bensleij.

Yoosg Wilmot, Mr. Burn/more Mr. Palmer.

ErsTAce, Mr. Truman Mr. fl. Palmer.

Randal, Mr. C. Kemble Mr. Bannister, Jun.

Acxes, Mrs. Siddons Miss Sherry.

Charlotte, Mrs. Powell Mrs. Bulkeley.

Maria Miss Leake / . Miss Hooke.

Scene.—Pem-yn, Cornwall.

ACT I.

SCENE I.—A Boom in Old Wilmot's House.
Enter Old Wilmot.
O. YYU. Tbe day is far advane'd; the cheer-
ful son

Pursues with vigour his repeated course;
No labour lessens, nor no time decays
His strength or splendour: evermore the same,
From age to age his influence sustains ftion
Dependent worlds, bestows both life andmo-
< > n the dull mass that forms their dusky orbs.
Cheers them with heat, and gilds them with
bis brightness.

Yet man, of jarring elements eompos'd,
Who posts from change to change, from the

first hour
Of his frail being till his dissolution,
Enjoys the sad prerogative above him,
To think, and to be WTetched.—What is life,
To him that's born to die! or what, that wis-
dom [nothing!
Whose perfection ends, in knowing we knov/
Mere contradiction all! A tragic farce,
Tedious though short, and without art ela-
Ridiculously sad [b'rate,

Enfer Randal.
Where hast been, Randal?
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