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San. Ha, ha, ha! you never told me you had bought a lottery chance: but it must, it shall be a prize; I'll keep it safe for you-this day proves I'm a favourite of fortune, and she shall smile upon my Jenny.

[Exit Sandy, R. [Song introduced by Jenny-Exit Jenny, L. SCENE III.-An open Country-Shelty's House. Enter CAPTAIN DASH and SERGEANT JACK, R. Both. Ha, ha, ha!

Ser. Yes; the letter you'll send by little Tom the drummer, will prepare the old taxman. Ha, ha, ha! he won't have a doubt that you're the real captain in the army, ha, ha, ha!

Cap. Ha, ha, ha! and my sole commission only the promise of a pair of colours in the East-India service, on condition I can raise an hundred men, ha, ha, ha!

Ser. Ha, ha, ha! Ay, by this sham of pretending their young laird is our colonel, from the affection of a Scotch highlander, I warrant they'll flock to our standard-we know our ground, and the character of old M'Gilpin-flatter his eloquence, and promise him an agency, and we have every man in the island.

Cap. Dam'me, I'd rather have one pretty woman I saw just now, than the honour of planting my standard on the walls of Belgrade. [A loud laugh of Peasants, L. Ser. Some country gambols going forward.

Cap. The time to recruit-introduce yourself to them: coax, wheedle, drink, swear-Zounds! make 'emSer. As wicked as ourselves.

[Exit Captain into house, R. U. E. Enter SHELTY, playing the pipes before some country lads, L.

She. (L. C.) Ay, lads, I think we'll honour Sandy's wedding; but the lasses mus'n't set out for kirk before us.

Ser. (c.) Ha, my hearties! My honest lad, shake hands! [To Shelty.

She. Every man shake his own hand.
Ser. Why, you all seem very merry to-day.
She. Yes; and we'll all be merry to-morrow, ha, ha,
ha! and we were merry yesterday, ha, ha, ha!

Ser. Ha, ha, ha! why, you're a pleasant fellow !
She. Ha, ha, ha! yes, I am—ha, ha, ha! I was born

laughing, ha, ha, ha! instead of crying,-my mother laughed out, ha, ha, ha !-My daddy liked to have dropped me out of his arms on the floor laughing at me, ha, ha, ha!-What's the child's name? said the parson that christened me. Shelty, says my god-daddy; ha, ha, ha! then the parson laughed, ha, ha, ha !--- Amen, says the clerk, ha, ha, ha! Since that moment everybody has laughed at me, ha, ha, ha! and I laugh at everybody, ha, ha, ha!

Ser. Ha, ha, ha! I should like to enlist such a pleasant fellow. Your good-humour would keep us in such spirits; you'd be the drum of the corps.

She. Yes; and your rattan would be the drum-stick of the corps, to beat the travally on my back-row-dydow. Good morning to you!

Ser. I tell you, you'd make a devilish good soldier. She. That's more than my daddy could.

Ser. Ha, ha, ha! you're an odd fish.

She. Yes; but I won't be a red herring.

Ser. No; but you're a pickled one though; but pray what are you?

She. Me! I'm a merchant, and a brogue-maker-I sells a horn of malt-moreover, I am a famous piper. My father, Mr. Croudy, is a famous necromancer; he's the gift of second sight; and Mrs. Commins, my granny, was banished for a witch. Now I must tune my chanter.

Ser. Any particular festival to-day?

She. A wedding; and there's the lads assembled to honour the wedding of Sandy and Jenny. Come, lads, quick! march two and two till we join Miss Jenny.

Ser. He well said, my lad! you deserve encouragement. I've a rough guinea here, and, egad, I'll make one at this wedding, to drink my king's health, and success to the young couple.

For soldiers the feast prepare,

Who friends protect and foes annoy;
What war has won let's now enjoy,

Good cheer bright mirth bestowing.
Old Sirloin first we'll nobly dare,
Our host looks round his table,

His breast with friendship glowing,
We jovial lads, whilst able,

Resolv'd to do all honour
To the donor,
With courage charge
His boil'd and roast,
In goblets large,
Each loyal toast
With sparkling bumpers flowing.

Let drums beat, and fifes sound shrill;
Ye clarions, lend your sweetest notes;
Now, trumpets, rend your silver throats,
Proclaim in warlike measure,
When the racy bowl we fill,

The fair shall do their duty,

And sip its balmy treasure,
Touch'd by the lip of beauty:

'Tis now a draught for Hector :
'Tis nectar,

The god's delight-here's wine and love,
Like Mars who fight should kiss like Jove,
By turns the soldier's pleasure.
[Exeunt into the House.


Cha. Ha, ha, ha! My master goes to seize his own goods that I stole out of his stores, and hid in the rocks for him to seek out, whilst I run off with his daughter.

Enter MOGGY, unperceived, L. S. E.

I must run and let her out.

Mog. (c.) Dear sir, won't you wait for company
Cha. (1. c.) Moggy! how the plague did you get out?
Mog. No matter; here I am, and take me while you




Cha. Hey! Ecod! this is doing things!-Ha, ha, ha ! Charming! I've cut out work for your father on the opposite side of the island; so I'll run down to the pier and get the boat ready, and off we skim like curlews.

[Exit, L.

Mog. Make haste, Charley!-Oh, my bonny Charley!-Eh! yon's a boat put in-here's some of the passengers [Looking]-by the description it must be the strange parson that's expected from Mull to marry Jenny and Sandy.


Laird. That dwelling [Points to Shelty's] looks like a public-house.

Ser. Yes, sir, it is.

Laird. Then engage a room, and leave my baggage. Here-my great coat was comfortable on the water, but on land 'tis cumbrous. [Takes it off and gives it to Servant.] And lay out my best periwig, that I may look decent.

[Exit with things into Shelty's.


Ser. Yes, sir.

Laird. (L.) Here, pretty maiden!
Mog. Sir-what a civil gentleman!
Laird. (R.) Do you know one Sandy Frazer?
Mog. Eh! Sandy?

Laird. Whom I am to marry to one Jenny. Mog. He, he! Lord! if I could persuade him Charley and I are they! may be he'd marry us. [Aside.] Oh, sir; dear sir! reverend sir! you're heartily welcome, sir-[Courtesying.] My Charley, I dare say, sir -my Sandy is just gone yonder to the pier, to look out for you, sir.

Laird. Oh, then you are Jenny.

Mog. Yes, sir [Courtesying.] I am Jenny, sir-I hope he won't find me out. [Aside.-The Laird views her with attention.] Lord! I believe he suspects me. [Aside and confused.] Oh, sir! here comes my Sandy!-Now, sir, you'll-Oh, heavens! my father! [Aside.] Good bye,



Laird. But, lassie, stop-
Mog. Yes, sir; I'll stop when I'm out of your sight.
[Exit, running into Shelty's.
Laird. A whimsical sort of a young lady.

[Exit after Moggy into house. Enter CHARLEY, L.

Cha. The boat's ready, and-hey! where has she scampered! This giddy tit, just to kick up her heels at the starting-post!-Her father! Zounds! it's well she has missed him!

Enter M'GILPIN, in a rage, L.

M'Gil. (L. c.) Fine police, if the king's officers are to be assaulted in the execution of their duty.

Cha. (c.) Ha, ha, ha! [Aside.] Oh then, sir, you've beat old Croudy?

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M'Gil. No, damn him! but he beat me! But I'll let the ruffian know nobody shall cheat the king in this island, but myself. He's a poacher, too, goes fowling, growsing, and cocking; but I'll growse and cock him! I'll show him, that in Col I'm grand fowler, prowler, and controller. His son Shelty have a child of mine! My dear Charley, take care of Moggy.

Cha. She's safe, I'll answer, sir.

M'Gil. Oddsfish! but where is Jenny ?
Cha. This instant gone into Shelty's.

M'Gil. Run you in, boy, and secure her, whilst I raise the posse after Croudy.

Cha. Lord! sir, Jenny'd never stay with me; you'd best in and secure her yourself, and I'll bring the constables for Croudy.

[Exit M'Gilpin into the House, and Charley, L. SCENE IV.-Interior of Shelty's House.-A broadsword hanging on the scene, a table with hat and wig on it, chairs, a cloak on one (R.) A small stool.

Enter SHELTY, with a jug, L.

Voices without, (R. and L.) calling. Shelty! Shelty! She. Yes, sir-I am here, sir-I am there, sir-coming, sir. [Drinks.] Lord! what nice ale do I sells !Yes, sir;-my house is so full. Oh, what a mortal fine chance have I to make money! besides, I'm your only lad in the island for harmonious jollifications! But father's wrangling with M'Gilpin will kick down all! Here he comes; now if he hasn't been in some new combustifications!

Enter CROUDY, L.

Cro. (c.) Ha! [Takes the mug from Shelty and drinks.] Ho! a scoundrel! tell me I rob the king!-The customhouse officer takes his pay and smuggles-and he's a damn'd bad servant indeed that robs his master. Boy, M'Gilpin would have seized my boat, though he only last week clawed up my other. [Drinks.] Lost my poor swallow ! [Returns Shelty the empty mug. She. I shou'dn't have thought as much. [Turning the mug mouth downwards. Cro. This taxman-Oh, zounds, I'll—

She. (L. c.) Lord! father! how you do put me out of all sorts! here's my house full-there's the sergeant,

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