"Col. Under a Prince of the Blood. Lorenzo accidentally mentions an insult to the corps. The Countess had called them troopers. This irreparable offence rouses them all, and they determine on taking up the affair as regimental, and pursuing the family to the extreme of contempt. In this high conclave it is determined to impose a mock prince upon the family, since they are so fond of title; and for this impostor they look in the public jail. A series of felons are exhibited and questioned. But the true hero of the piece is now to come forth. This is Torrento, an adventurer; bold, buoyant, fantastic, and contemptuous; a wanderer through the world, and flung up and down through life with a caprice which has at length made a part of his mind. Familiar with all the jails of the island, this wild gallant had been arrested the night before, serenading under the chamber window of Ventoso's younger daughter, Leonora. He is dragged out of his dungeon to be exhibited, and he retorts this violence with fearless and unsparing scorn. "Jail. Bring him along. [He is forced in. "Tor. Cannot I sleep, or starve as I like? I'll blow up the prison. I'll massacre the jailor. I'll do worse-I'll let the law loose on you— Villains. "Jail. Poh! Master Torrento, you need not be in such a passion. You used to have no objection to good company-ha, ha, ha! He has been moulting his feathers a little last night. [To the Hussars. "Tor. Company-Banditti! Who are those fellows? Are they all hangmen? "Maj. A mighty handsome idea, by the glory of the Twentieth. [Laughing. "Col. Sirrah! you must see that we are officers. Take care. "Tor. Officers!-aye, sheriff's Officers. Honest housekeepers, with very rascally countenances. "Cor. Muffs and meerschaums!-Very impudently conjectured. "Tor. Well then, parish Officers! Hunters of brats, beggars, and light-bread. "Maj. (Laughing.)-Another guess for your life. 66 Col. Insolence! Sirrah, we are in His Majesty's service.. "Tor. Oh! I understand-Custom-house Öfficers, tubs, tobacco, and thermometers. "Cor. Cut off the scoundrel's head! [They murmur. [Half drawing his sabre. 'Tor. I knew it; ardent spirits, every soul of them-seizers. Maj. Cæsars! Well done. This is our man-I like him ;-the freshest rascal; "Tor. Jailor, I will not be disturbed for any man. Why am I brought out before these,-fellows in livery? This jail is my house; my freehold; my goods and chattels. My very straw's my own; untouchable, but by myself-and the rats. "Maj. Here's a freeholder! "Col. With a vote for the galleys. "Tor. (Turning to the prisoners, harangues burlesquely.)—Gentlemen of the jail[The Prisoners cheer. "Col. A decided speech! "Cor. Out of the orator's way! Muffs and meerschaums! [The prisoners lift TORRENTO on a bench, laughing and clamouring. "Tor. (Haranguing.)-Are we to suffer ourselves to be molested in our retirement; in our domestic circle; in the loveliness of our private lives; in our otium cum dignitate? Gentlemen of the jail! (Cheering.)— Is not our residence here for our country's good? (Cheering.)-Would it not be well for the country if ten times as many, that hold their heads high, outside these walls, were now inside them?-(Cheering)-I scorn to appeal to your passions; but shall we suffer our honourable straw, our venerable bread and water, our virtuous slumbers, and our useful days, to be invaded, crushed, and calcitrated, by the iron boot-heel of arrogance and audacity? (Cheering.)—No! freedom is like the air we breathe, without it we die.-No! every man's cell is his castle. By the law, we live here; and should not all that live by the law, die by the law?-Now, Gentlemen, a general cheer! here's Liberty, Property, and Purity of principle! Gentlemen of the jail!"— [They carry him round the hall. Loud cheering. This arrangement is at length made. Torrento in the hope of seeing Leonora, undertakes the scheme. The third Act exhibits its progress by the mission of a letter to the Count Ventoso's family, announcing that the Prince de Pindemonte will visit them for the purpose of marrying their daughter. The Act commences with a song by Victoria, who is overwhelmed by recollections of her rejected lover. ACT III. SCENE I. An Apartment, with a Balcony. VICTORIA alone. "Farewell! I've broke my chain at last! The bitterness of death is past, Nor love nor scorn can wring me more. The maddening hour when first we met, And may that Heav'n he dar'd deceive, Too lovely, oh, too lov'd, farewell! And die thy weeping martyr-Love." Leonora runs in to tell her that a pageant is approaching the house, and finds her in tears, which she attempts to conceal in vain. "Leon. Sweet sister! here are heavy signs The pageant has no charms for Victoria, and, in the sound of the approaching flutes and horns, she continues absorbed in her own subject "Vic. Let's rail at love. "Leon. (Laughing.)-Aye, a whole summer's day. An infants toy, that reason throws away: A dream, that quits our eyelids with a touch; A morning cloud, dissolv'd before the sun; The Prince's letter is delivered, and his offer is accepted with some distrust by the Count's habitual alarm at dealings with Grandees, but by the Countess with boundless exultation. On their retiring to give orders for his reception in the evening; the daughters touch upon the topic, Victoria still in dejection. Be sure the man is young, "Vic. Who is this Prince? "Leon. Handsome, and rich, who has so wise a taste. Lorenzo too will suffer, 'tis revenge. "Vic. (Indignantly.)-Twill be a deep revenge! It shall be done. I'll wed this Prince, were he the lowest slave That ever bronzed beneath a Moorish sun. We shall follow the plot no farther,leaving it to our readers, and the population of the Covent Garden Theatre, to indulge themselves with the adventures of the Comedy. Yet a few of those poetic fragments which can be put under characteristic titles, may still be given as specimens of the versification. REJOICING. "Lor. Fair ladies, nobles, gallant cavaliers! This day shall be a bright one in the web Wherein our lives are pictur'd. Thro' all years "The Prince! AN ITALIAN NOBLE. He's the true Phoenix!-I have heard of him Why, he could buy the bank of Venice; sleep Most glorious news! I dream'd of it last night! "Tor. OSTENTATION. Countess your slave! What jewels would you choose to wear in church? [TO VENTOSO. [A dance is heard within. Breathe sweet, ye flutes! Ye dancers, lightly move, For life is rapture, when 'tis crown'd by love! FAMILY PRIDE. "Can birth bequeath Mind to the mindless; spirit to the vile; Here we part; |