wish thee joy; I do it de bon cœur, strike me dumb! You have marria into a family of great politeness and uncommon elegance of manners, your bride appears to be a lady beautiful in person, modest in her depar ment, refined in her sentiments, and of nice morality, split my windpipe! Miss Hoyd. By goles, husband, break his bones, if he calls me names! Fash. Your lordship may keep up your spirits with your grimace, if y please; I shall support mine by Sir Tunbelly's favour, with this lady an three thousand pounds a year.

Lord Fop. Well, adieu, Tam!-Ladies, I kiss your hands.-Sir To belly, I shall now quit this thy den; but while I retain the use of my ans, I shall ever remember thou art a demned horrid savage; Ged demn me! [E Sir Tun. By the mass, 'tis well he's gone-for I should ha' been pr voked, by-and-by, to ha' dun un a mischief. Well, if this is a lord, I th Hoyden has luck o' her side, in troth.

Col. Town. She has indeed, Sir Tunbelly.-But I hear the fiddles; lordship, I know, had provided 'em.

Love. Oh, a dance and a bottle, Sir Tunbelly, by all means!

Sir Tun. I had forgot the company below; well-what-we must merry then, ha? and dance and drink, ha? Well, 'fore George, you shoot say I do these things by halves. Son-in-law there looks like a hear rogue, so we'll have a night on 't: and which of these ladies will be the old man's partner, ha?-Ecod, I don't know how I came to be in so good a humour.

Ber. Well, Sir Tunbelly, my friend and I both will endeavour to keep you so you have done a generous action, and are entitled to our attention If you should be at a loss to divert your new guests, we will assist you relate to them the plot of your daughter's marriage, and his lordship's de served mortification; a subject which perhaps may afford no bad evenings

entertainment.

Sir Tun. Ecod, with all my heart; though I am a main bungler at a long story.

Ber. Never fear; we will assist you, if the tale is judged worth being repeated; but of this you may be assured, that while the intention is e dently to please, British auditors will ever be indulgent to the errors of the performance. [Exeunt om

PIZARRO.

A TRAGEDY.

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ADVERTISEMENT.

As the two translations which have been published of Kotzebue's Spaniards in Peru" have, I understand, been very generally read, the blic are in possession of all the materials necessary to form a judgment on e merits and defects of the Play performed at Drury-lane Theatre.

DEDICATION.

To her, whose approbation of this Drama, and whose peculiar delight in The applause it has received from the public, have been to me the highest ratification derived from its success-I dedicate this Play.

RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN.

DRAMATIS PERSONE.

AS ORIGINALLY ACTED AT DRURY-LANE THEATRE IN 1799.

The season's pleasures too delay their hour,
And Winter revels with protracted power:
Then blame not, critics, if, thus late, we bring
A Winter Drama-but reproach-the Spring.
What prudent cit dares yet the season trust,
Bask in his whisky, and enjoy the dust?
Horsed in Cheapside, scarce yet the gayer spark
Achieves the Sunday triumph of the Park;

Scarce yet you see him, dreading to be late,

Scour the New Road, and dash through Grosvenor Gate:-
Anxious-yet timorous too-his steed to show,

The hack Bucephalus of Rotten Row.

Careless he seems, yet vigilantly sly,
Woos the gay glance of ladies passing by,
While his off heel, insidiously aside,
Provokes the caper which he seems to chide.
Scarce rural Kensington due honour gains;
The vulgar verdure of her walk remains!
Where night-robed misses amble two by two,
Nodding to booted beaux-"How'do, how'do?"
With generous questions that no answer wait,
"How vastly full! An't you come vastly late?
Isn't it quite charming? When do you leave town?
An't you quite tired? Pray, can't we sit down?"
These suburb pleasures of a London May,
Imperfect yet, we hail the cold delay;

Should our Play please-and you 're indulgent ever—
Be your decree-"Tis better late than never.'

ACT I.

SCENE 1.-A Pavilion near PIZARRO'S Tent.

ELVIRA discovered sleeping under a canopy. VALVERDE enters, gam ELVIRA, kneels, and attempts to kiss her hand; ELVIRA, awakened, ris and looks at him with indignation.

Elv. Audacious! Whence is thy privilege to interrupt the few momenu « repose my harassed mind can snatch amid the tumults of this noisy c Shall I inform thy master, Pizarro, of this presumptuous treachery?

Val. I am his servant, it is true-trusted by him-and I know him we and therefore 'tis I ask, by what magic could Pizarro gain your heart! what fatality still holds he your affection?

Elv. Hold thou trusty secretary!

Val. Ignobly born! in mind and manners rude, ferocious, and unpolished though cool and crafty if occasion need-in youth audacious-ill his fis manhood-a licensed pirate-treating men as brutes, the world as booty yet now the Spanish hero is he styled-the first of Spanish conquerors! an for a warrior so accomplished, 'tis fit Elvira should leave her noble fami her fame, her home, to share the dangers, humours, and the crimes, of such lover as Pizarro !

!

Ele. What! Valverde moralising! But grant I am in error, what is my incentive? Passion, infatuation, call it as you will; but what attaches thee to this despised, unworthy leader? Base lucre is thy object, mean fraud thy means. Could you gain me, you only hope to win a higher interest in Pizarro. I know you.

Val. On my soul, you wrong me! What else my faults, I have none towards you. But indulge the scorn and levity of your nature; do it while yet the time permits; the gloomy hour, I fear, too soon approaches.

Elv. Valverde a prophet too!

Val. Hear me, Elvira. Shame from his late defeat, and burning wishes for revenge, again have brought Pizarro to Peru; but trust me, he overrates his strength, nor measures well the foe. Encamped in a strange country, where terror cannot force, nor corruption buy a single friend, what have we to hope? The army murmuring at increasing hardships, while Pizarro decorates with gaudy spoil the gay pavilion of his luxury, each day diminishes our force.

Elv. But are you not the heirs of those that fall?

Val. Are gain and plunder, then, our only purpose? Is this Elvira's heroism?

Elv. No, so save me Heaven! I abhor the motive, means, and end of your pursuits; but I will trust none of you. In your whole army there is not one of you that has a heart, or speaks ingenuously-aged Las-Casas, and he alone, excepted.

Val. He! an enthusiast in the opposite and worst extreme!

Elv. Oh! had I earlier known that virtuous man, how different might my lot have been!

Val. I will grant Pizarro could not then so easily have duped you: forgive me, but at that event I still must wonder.

'Tis

Elv. Hear me, Valverde. When first my virgin fancy waked to love, Pizarro was my country's idol. Self-taught, self-raised, and self-supported, he became a hero; and I was formed to be won by glory and renown. known that, when he left Panama in a slight vessel, his force was not a hundred men. Arrived at the island of Gallo, with his sword he drew a line upon the sands, and said, "Pass those who fear to die or conquer with their leader." Thirteen alone remained, and at the head of these the warrior stood his ground. Even at the moment when my ears first caught this tale, my heart exclaimed, "Pizarro is its lord!" What since I have perceived, or thought, or felt, you must have more worth to win the knowledge of.

Val. I press no further, still assured that, while Alonzo de Molina, our general's former friend and pupil, leads the enemy, Pizarro never more will be a conqueror. [Trumpets without.

Elv. Silence! I hear him coming; look not perplexed. How mystery and fraud confound the countenance! Quick, put on an honest face, if thou

canst.

Piz. [Without.] Chain and secure him; I will examine him myself.

Enter PIZARRO. VALVERDE bows-ELVIRA laughs.

Piz. Why dost thou smile, Elvira ?

Elv. To laugh or weep without a reason is one of the few privileges poor women have.

Piz. Elvira, I will know the cause, I am resolved!

Elv. I am glad of that, because I love resolution, and am resolved t tell you. Now my resolution, I take it, is the better of the two, became depends upon myself, and yours does not.

Piz. Psha! trifler!

Val. Elvira was laughing at my apprehensions that

Piz. Apprehensions!

Val. Yes-that Alonzo's skill and genius should so have disciplined informed the enemy, as to

Piz. Alonzo! the traitor! How I once loved that man! His Bo mother intrusted him, a boy, to my protection. [ELVIRA walks about pro sively in the background.] At my table did he feast-in my tent d4 repose. I had marked his early genius, and the valorous spirit that with it. Often had I talked to him of our first adventures-what sturta v struggled with-what perils we surmounted! When landed with a host upon an unknown land-then, when I told how famine and fe discord and toil, day by day, did thin our ranks amid close-pressing ener how still undaunted I endured and dared-maintained my purpose #:7 power in despite of growling mutiny or bold revolt, till with my faithf remaining I became at last victorious !-when, I say, of these things I t the youth Alonzo, with tears of wonder and delight, would throw h my neck, and swear his soul's ambition owned no other leader.

Val. What could subdue attachment so begun ?

Piz. Las-Casas. He it was, with fascinating craft and canting precepti humanity, raised in Alonzo's mind a new enthusiasm, which forced him. the stripling termed it, to forego his country's claims for those of

nature.

Val. Yes, the traitor left you, joined the Peruvians, and became = enemy, and Spain's.

Piz. But first with weariless remonstrance he sued to win me from purpose, and untwine the sword from my determined grasp. Much he of right, of justice, and humanity, calling the Peruvians our innocent L unoffending brethren.

Val. They! Obdurate heathens! They our brethren!

Piz. But, when he found that the soft folly of the pleading tears dropped upon my bosom fell on marble, he flew and joined the foe; 25 profiting by the lessons he had gained in wronged Pizarro's school, the va so disciplined and led his new allies, that soon he forced me-ha! I with shame and fury while I own it!-in base retreat and foul discomftan quit the shore.

Val. But the hour of revenge is come.

Piz. It is; I am returned: my force is strengthened, and the audac boy shall soon know that Pizarro lives, and has-a grateful recollection the thanks he owes him.

Val. 'Tis doubted whether still Alonzo lives.

Piz. 'Tis certain that he does; one of his armour-bearers is just mat prisoner: twelve thousand is their force, as he reports, led by Alonzo Peruvian Rolla. This day they make a solemn sacrifice on their ung altars. We must profit by their security, and attack them unpreparedsacrificers shall become the victims.

Elv. Wretched innocents ! And their own blood shall bedew the altars!