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Madam Rosina was their only child; they left her at school ; but when this sad news came, the mistress did not care for keeping-her, so the dear child has shared my poor morsel.
Bel. 'Tis enough, Dorcas ; you shall not repent your kindness to her. But her father's name?
Dor. Colonel Melville.
Bel. Melville ! I am too happy: he was the friend of my father's heart: a thousand times have I heard him lament his fate. Rosina's virtues shall not go unrewarded.
Dor. Yes, I know'd it wou'd be so. · Heaven never for. sakes the good man's children.
Enter Rustic hastily, R.
Rus. I heard her cries, and ran to the place; but she was gone. Enter the first and second TRISHMEN, with large club sticks,
R. U. E. Rustic gets round to L. Ist. Irish. (To Dorcas.] Dry your tears, my jewel ; we have done for them.
Dor. Have you sav'd her? I owe you more than life.
1st. Irish. Faith, good woman, you owe me nothing at all. I'll tell your honour how it was. My comrades and I were crossing the meadow going home, when we saw them first; and hearing woman cry, I looked up, and saw them putting her into a skiff against her will. Says 1, “Paddy, is not that the clever little cratúr that was glaning in the field with us this morning ?” “ "Tis so, sure enough," says he. “ By St. Patrick," says I, “there's enough of us to rescute her.” With that we ran for the bare life, waded up to the knees, laid about us bravely with our shillaleys, knocked them out of the skiff, and brought her back safe : and here she comes, my jewel.
(Rosina, R. U. E. is led forward by the Reapers, and
throws herself into Dorcas's arms. Captain follows
on, and gets down, L. William and Phæbe enter, L. Dor. I canno' speak_Art thou safe ? Bel. I dread to find the criminal.
Rus. Your honour need not go far'a-held, I believe ; it must have been some friend of the Captain's, for his French valet commanded the party.
Capt. B. I confess my crime; my passion for Rosina hurried me out of myself.
Bel. You have dishonoured me, dishonoured the glorious profession you have embraced.-But begone, I revounce you as my brother, and resume my ill-placed friendship.
Capt. B. Your indignation is just; I have offended almost past forgiveness, Will the offer of my hand repair the injury?
Bel. If Rosina accepts it, I am satisfied. Rose [To Belville.) Will you, sir, suffer ?- This offer is a second insult. Whoever offends the object of his love is unworthy of obtaining her.
Bel. This noble refusal paints your character. I know another, Rosina, who loves you with as strong though purer ardour :--but if allowed to hope
Ros. Do not, sir, envy me the calm delight of passing my independent days with Dorcas, in whom I have found a mother's tenderness.
Dor. Bless thee, my child ! thy kindness melts my heart. Bel. Do you refuse me too, then, Rosina ? [Rosina raises her eyes tenderly on Belville, lowers thein
again, and leans on Dorcus.] Dor. You, sir? You :Capt. B. What do I hear ? (William and Phæbe, who have got round to R., urge
each other to speak.] Pho. (R.) Do you speak to his honour, William. Will. (R.) No ; do you speak, Phæbe.
Phæ. I am ashamed- William and I, your honourWilliam prayed me to let him keep me company-so he gained my good-will to have him, if so be my grandmother consents.
[Curtseying, and playing with her apron. Will. If your honour would be so good to speak to Dorcas.
Bel. Dorcas, you must not refuse me anything to-day. I'll give William a farm.
Dor. Your honour is too kiud :-take her, William, and make her a good husband.
Will. That I will, Dame.
Phe. } [To Bel.]. Thank your honour.
[Belville joins their hands, they bow and curtsey. Will. What must I do with the purse, your honour ? Dorcas would not take it. Bel. I believe my brother has the best right.
Capt. B. "Tis yours, William ; dispose of it as you please.
Will. Then I'll give it to our honest Irishmen, who fought so bravely for our Rosina.
(Throws it to lst Irishman. Ist Irish. [Bowing.] Och, bless his honour's goodness! Now, Paddy, we'll go balve this samemmyself'll keep the money, and you shall have all the purse to yourself. Come along.
[Exeunt, R. Bel. You have made good use of it, William ; nor shall my gratitude stop here.
Capt. Bel. Allow me to retire, brother. When I am worthy of your esteem, I will returu, and demand my rights in
Bel. You must not leave us, brother. Resume the race of honour; be indeed a soldier, and be more than my brother-be my friend.
AJR. -- Finale.
To bless, and to be blest, be ours..
Capt. B. Yet those who taste her bounty less,
The sigh malevoleut repress,
Which soinething leaves for want to glean.
Since Belville all his soul exprest,
But ne'er can I forget the day,
“ Unfeeling Rustic, let her glean !"
And blest through many a summer's day,
And O! when summer's joys are o'er,
Cho. of all. And (! when summer's joys are v'er, &c.
[The Reapers form Dances, and present Nosegays of
Cornflowers and Poppies to Belville and Rosina.]
DISPOSITION OF THE CHARACTERS AT THE
FALL OF THE CURTAIN.