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HENRY appears in the background.

I would ask this Jubber, but damme if I ever ask a favour of a seaman who deserts his country's cause! There's your trunk. Had I known you before, I would not have fetched it. You a seaman!-You be- -hem.

Hen. What's the matter, man?

[The Sailors, hearing him, turn and rise.

First Sai. Oh! here he is! noble captain! for so you

now are, we have brought

[With great respect.

Hen. [Crosses c.] Hush, for your lives.

Joe. [Surprised.] Eh!-What?

Hen. Take up that trunk, and follow me quickly.

[Exit Blunt, and Sailors after, in great haste, R. Joe. Oh, for a douse of the face now! To be sure I'm not dreaming! It surely must; damme, here goes, in spite of splinters and stiff knees. [Sings and dances.] What an infernal blockhead I must be! if the bailiff and attorney won't take my word for the bail, I'll blow up one and I'll sink the other.

[Pulls off his hat, and follows, R., dancing and singing. Enter CRACK from the Admiral, R. S. E., singing. He stops suddenly as his eye catches the mug of beer which the Sailors had left on the Table.

Crack. Some gentleman has left his beer; [Walks up to it.] and another gentleman has found it. [Drinks. Sir E. [Aloud, without.] Where are all my servants? Crack. There's Sir Edward!

Sir E. Get the curricle ready immediately.

Crack. Oh lord! I shall be blown here! Quiz is the word.

Enter SIR EDWARD from the Grand Admiral.

Sir E. Now, if Old Maythorn is arrested, Mary, I think, is mine." [Seeing Crack.] Where did you learn

music?

Crack. (L.) No where, Sir-it's a gift; I was always too quick to learn.

Sir E. You seem tolerably knowing.

Crack. Yes, Sir, knowing, but not wise: as many have honour without virtue. Come, he does not smoke.

[Aside.-Peggy peeps from the Grand Admiral, R. S. E. Sir E. Miss Mary! Sure, there's no one at home! Crack. No, sir; no one at all; so that there's no occasion for your curricle. And, if there were, you would not get it. [Aside.] You see, sir, I am up! [Significantly.

Enter SMART, in haste, R.

Smart. Oh, sir; there's fine work: Joe and two other sailors, and young Maythorn, have rescued the old man, and are all gone to the lodge in triumph.

Sir E. To the lodge! for what? Is Mary with them? Smart. Yes, sir.

Sir E. Follow me immediately.

[Exit Sir Edward and Smart, L. Crack. Yes; we'll all follow to the lodge, because

the ale is good.

Peg. [Advances.] Hoity-toity!

about Miss Maythorn, methinks.

He's very anxious

Crack. Yes; he was going to take her to London; but

I took up a wheel, and let go a horse.
Peg. Take her to London!

[Piqued. Crack. Yes, he was; and you don't like it; your stock

ings are yellow; you are jealous.

Peg. Jealous! Jealous of her!

Oh, yes-that-he shall never speak to me again! I'll follow, and tell him

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[Angrily.

First Voice. (L. U. E.) Why, gate, I say! Second Voice. Are the folk asleep? Why, gate? [Others halloo. Crack. I think I'll open the gate, and pocket the pence. [Tries.] By the Lord it's locked, and the key gone. Peg. Oh, ho! here'll be fine work! Miss Mary had better mind her business.

[Travellers and horses appear at the gate, L. U. E. Crack. And here come a dozen pack-horses; an old woman and a basket of eggs, on two tubs of butter, thrown across a fat mare, with half a dozen turkeys, and all their legs tied.

MUSIC.

First Voice. Gate, I say! why, gate!

Second Voice.

Gate!

Third Voice.

Gate!

Fourth Voice.

Gate!

Peg.

Crack.

Like bells they ring the changes o'er,

One, two, three, four; one, two, three,

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Peg.

Voices. Crack.

Peg.

Crack.

Peg.

Crack.

First Voice.

Second Voice.
Crack.

Voices.

What can we do?

Open the gate !
No, no, we can't; but, if you please,
You'll go round Quagmire Lane with ease.
Turn by the hawthorn, near the mill.
And, if you stick i'th' mud, stand still!
When got half way, beyound all doubt,
Each step you take, you're nearer out.
I'll be reveng'd-must I, with load,
Be stopp'd here, on the king's high road?
E'en poor folk may find law, I'm told;
And lawyers, too-if you'll find gold.
Nay, should you need-you silly elf,
For gold, you'll get the devil himself.
For your advice our thanks are due,-
We must go round, we can't get through.
[Exeunt, L. U. e.

SCENE IV.-The Inside of the Lodge.

Enter MARY, ROBERT, and Joe, L.

Joe. [As he enters, sings.] "We'll sing a little, and laugh a little," &c. Your dear William's alive and well, my sweet girl, with his limbs whole and his love true, my life on't. So hang it, don't be sad now the sun shines.

Rob. [With affection.] Oh! 'tis her joy, mun, that makes her sad now. Is not it, Mary?

Mary. Oh, Joseph! you are our better angel! Heavens! here's Sir Edward!

SIR EDWARD enters in haste, L.

Sir E. Heyday! What does all this mean?

Joe. Mean! that Mr. Blunt is going to answer your demands on the old man here.

Sir E. He answer!-where's my steward ?—

[With passion. Joe. [Firmly.] Stepped to your keeper, to overhaul accounts, and prepare a receipt for you, I take it.

Sir E. Without my concurrence !-Order the bailiff to take old Maythorn into custody immediately.

Rob. [Steps before his father.] No, I don't think he'll do that again.

Sir E. Indeed, sir! and which of these fellows was it who dared to effect a rescue ?

Enter HENRY suddenly, L. in his real character of CAPTAIN TRAVERS, dressed in his uniform, followed by STEWARD with a Will.

Tra. That fellow, sir, was I, and ready to answer it in any way you think proper.

Mary. Heavens !-my William !

Tra. My dearest Mary !—

[Turns to her.

Joe. Did not I tell you he was right and tight?-Now, then, clear decks. I suppose he won't surrender without a rumpus.

Sir E. So, so! a champion in disguise!-And pray, sir, on what authority have you done this?

Tra. On one, sir, paramount to any you possess -a will of the late admiral.

Sir E. A will?

Tra. Ay, sir, a will!-by which this lady, and not you (as you have for some time supposed) succeeds to his estates. Your attorney will inform you of particulars. Sir E. The devil!

Tra. Consult him; and the sooner you give possession the better.

Enter CRACK and PEGGY, L.

Crack. [Aloud.] By the Lord, the folk at the turnpike

are all stopped!

Joe. Stop your mouth!

Crack. Hey-what-oh!

Tra. I hope, Sir Edward, you are satisfied.

[Stopping it.

Sir E. [Aloud.] Order my curricle-I'll set off immediately for town. [Exit Sir Edward, L [Crack advances with Joe and Peggy. Crack. (L.) You had better go in the mail [Calling after him.]-they'll be some time getting the curricle ready. Won't you follow your swain, Miss Peggy?

Peg. Prithee, be quiet. [Advances to Robert.] I hope young Mr. Maythorn here-[Pulling his coat and making a courtesy.

Rob. Hem!-Paws, off if you please, my Lady Sir Edward Dashaway. It's my turn now. However, if in a year or two's time

Peg. Dear heart! a year or two is such a long-
Rob. (R.) Oh-if you are not content-

Peg. Yes-I am-I am conntent.

Tra. Ay, ay, contented all; and while friends and fortune continue thus to smile, let us in love and harmony manifest our gratitude.

FINALE.

Tra. Love's ripened harvest now we'll reap,
My fancied dream's reality;

Here Mary still the gate shall keep-
I mean, of hospitality.

Mary. And, for the task, the toll I ask,
(Still mindful of my lot of late,)

[To the audience.] Is from the court a good report,
To-morrow, of our Turnpike Gate.

Peg. We bar-maids, like the lawyers, find
Words at the bar, for tolls will flow;
Some we in cash take-some, in kind;
At all toll-bars, no trust, you know.

Rob. The doctor, too-'tis nothing new-
Will hardly ever tolls abate;
Then give us, pray, on this highway,
Your leave to keep the Turnpike Gate.

Crack. I'd ask the bachelors of mode,

And spinsters, Are you free of toll?
Or you, that jog the married road?
Oh, no-you're not, upon my soul!

Joe. Then, since tis clear, most of you here
Pay swinging tolls-in every state,
Grudge not, we pray, the toll to pay
Here, nightly, at our "Turnpike Gate."

DISPOSITION OF THE CHARACTERS AT THE FALL OF THE CURTAIN.

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