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SCIOLTO.-Purple tunic and armhole cloak trimmed with gold and white fur, white silk hose, black shoes with scarlet puffs.

ALTAMONT.-Blue silk sash, black velvet jacket and strap trunks.-Blue satin body with sleeves, and blue satin trunks under the straps. The whole trimmed with silver and pink edges, white silk hose, shoes and roses, black hat and feathers.

HORATIO.-Scarlet satin sash, purple cloth pantaloons and fly jacket, scarlet body and sleeves trimmed with silver and scarlet cord, &c., egulettes on fly, purple cap, white feathers and yellow boots.

LOTH ARIO.-Scarlet jacket and straps, white satin full short trunks and puffs, white silk bose and shoes, blue satin sash, black hat, white feathers.

ROSSANO.-Fawn colour pantaloon shape dress, trimmed with silver and green satin puffs, russet boots, cap and feathers.

ERNESTO.-Plain brown shape with green puffs.

CALISTA.-White satin dress, and blue satin robe trimmed with silver.-Second dress-Black velvet.

LAVINIA.-White muslin dress with silver trimming. LUCILLA.-White muslin dress trimmed with cotton ball fringe.

Cast of the Characters at the Theatre-Royal,
Covent Garden.

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The instant a Character appears upon the Stage, the point of Entrance, as well as every subsequent change of Position, till its Exit, is noted, with a fidelity which may in all cases be relied on; the object being, to establish this Work as a Standard Guide to the Stage business, as now conducted on the London boards.

THE FAIR PENITENT.

ACT I.

SCENE I.—A Garden belonging to Sciolto's Palace.

Enter ALTAMONT and HORATIO, L. U. E.

Alt. (c.) Let this auspicious day be ever sacred,
No mourning, no misfortunes happen on it:
Let it be mark'd for triumphs and rejoicings;
Let happy lovers ever make it holy,

Choose it to bless their hopes and crown their wishes;
This happy day, that gives me my Calista.

Hor. (c.) Yes, Altamont; to-day thy better stars
Are join'd to shed their kindest influence on thee;
Sciolto's noble hand, that raised thee first,
Half dead and drooping o'er thy father's grave,
Completes its bounty, and restores thy name
To that high rank and lustre which it boasted,
Before ungrateful Genoa had forgot
The merit of thy god-like father's arms;
Before that country, which he long had served
In watchful councils and in winter camps,

Had cast off his white age to want and wretchedness,
And made their court to factions by his ruin.
Alt. O, great Sciolto! O, my more than father!
(R. C.) Let me not live, but at thy very name
My eager heart springs up, and leaps with joy.
When I forget the vast, vast debt I owe thee-
Forget! But 'tis impossible !-then let me
Forget the use and privilege of reason,
Be driven from the commerce of mankind,
To wander in the desart among brutes,

To be the scorn of earth, and curse of heaven!

Hor. (L. c.) So open, so unbounded was his goodness,

It reached even me, because I was thy friend.

When that great man I loved, thy noble father,
Bequeath'd thy gentle sister to my arms,

His last dear pledge and legacy of friendship,
That happy tie made me Sciolto's son;

He call'd us his, and, with a parent's fondness,
Indulged us in his wealth, bless'd us with plenty,
Heal'd all our cares, and sweeten'd love itself.

Alt. By heaven, he found my fortunes so abandon'd, That nothing but a miracle could save 'em :

My father's bounty, and the state's ingratitude,
Had stripp'd him bare, nor left him e'en a grave.!
Undone myself, and sinking with his ruin,

I had no wealth to bring, nothing to succour him,
But fruitless tears.

Hor. Yet what thou couldst, thou didst,

And didst it like a son: when his hard creditors,
Urged and assisted by Lothario's father,
(Foe to thy house, and rival of their greatness,)
By sentence of the cruel law, forbade
His venerable corpse to rest in earth,
Thou gav'st thyself a ransom for his bones: ;
Heaven, who beheld the pious act, approved it,
And bade Sciolto's bounty be its proxy,

To bless thy filial virtue with abundance.

Alt. [Points L.] But see, he comes, the author of my happiness,

The man who saved my life from deadly sorrow,
Who bids my days be bless'd with peace and plenty,
And satisfies my soul with love and beauty.

Enter SCIOLTO, L.-He runs to ALTAMONT, and embraces him.

Sci. Joy to thee, Altamont! Joy to myself!
Joy to this happy morn, that makes thee mine;
That kindly grants what nature had deny'd me,
And makes me father of a son like thee!

Alt. My father! O, let me unlade my breast,
Pour out the fulness of my soul before you;
Show every tender, every grateful thought,
This wond'rous goodness stirs. But 'tis impossible,
And utterance all is vile; since I can only
Swear you reign here, but never tell how much.,

Sci. O, noble youth! I swear since first I knew thee, Ev'n from that day of sorrows when I saw thee Adorn'd and lovely in thy filial tears,

The mourner and redeemer of thy father,
I set thee down and seal'd thee for my own:
Thou art my son, even near me as Calista.