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Enter MARCELLINE, from the Inn, R.--courtesies to Ro

sambert, who gives her his cloakshe receives instructions from Madame Gertrude Oliver (L.) observes her with satisfaction.

Oli. My colonel seems to have got into pretty comfortable quarters—I don't see why I should not have my share of the baggage; I've a great mind to attack this wench here; a well-directed fire from the eye-battery will do the business! [Going towards Marcelline.

Mur. [Seeing Oliver.] Dear me, what a fine man-and how he is looking at me, surely!

[Aside. (Oliver chucks her under the chin, und exits with her into the Inn, R. Enter DAME MICHAUD and BAILLIE, from the

Farm, L. S. E. Dame M. Now then, my friends. Eh! why, where are they all ? Not here yet ! mercy on me, we shall have it quite night, soon, and then the white phantom will be coming, or some mischief or other.

Ros. The white phantom ?
Dame M. Ay, Sir Stranger, the white phantom !
Ros. Ha, ha, ha! every village has its ghost, I find.
Dame M. 'Tis no phantasy: we all of us have seen it.

Col. That we have; I saw it with my own eyes walk out of that very door. (Points to Pavilion, R. s. e.] It was about six times as high as our church-steeple, and broad in proportion.--I saw it peep over the house-top once !

Ros. There is certainly no disbelieving such evidence as that.

Dame M. That pavilion is its favourite haunt; we have all, at times, seen it there, walking about, sitting down, sleeping, and such like. [Edmund and Ernestine advance on Rosumbert's left hand.

Ger. [Aside.] Provoking! and that pavilion I had designed for the stranger's chamber!

Ros. Now, all this makes me wish to pass the night in that pavilion-I should like much to encounter this same white phantom.-Pray, have you ever seen this redoubtable spectre, my pretty bride? [Tc Ernestine.

Ern. Never, sir!

Dame M. No, no, Lord help her! she has never seen it-bow should she? she is always in bed when it appears !

Ern. I have often been in that pavilion till late, yet

never saw any thing to alarm me; it is a place I am more than usually partial to; I often dream of it.

Ros. My mind is made up-in that pavilion I pass the night. But enough of the white phantom, for, see, here are visiters.

(Looking off, L. . E. Dame M. Ay, here they are, at last. Now, then, for the sports. Enter, l. U. E., Village Lads and Lasses.- Rural Ballet,

Colin Maillard.The first party is caught. Col. Lord, they're having all the fun to themselves, with this blind man's buff-Oh dear! oh dear! let's join them-and, if Madame Gertude goes in, perhaps she may catch me, and then who knows what may come of it ? I'll put myself in the way on purpose.

Edm. Ay, ay, Madame Gertrude shall go in.

Col. I'll blind her-dear me, to think that ever I should blind her.-Give me the handkerchief. [One of the Villagers gives him a handkerchief.] I've never taken such liherties before. (Blinds her.] Now then, are you sure you can't see any thing?

Ger. Nothing!

Col. Then turn round three times, and catch who you may-once-twice-three times. [Turning her, and standing aside, L.) Now! [Musicthe ballet is resumed— Colin puts himself in the

way, but Madame Gertrude disappoints him, by run

ning in another direction. Col. She won't catch me; oh dear! oh dear! she won't see me when she can, and now she can't, she will.

Ern. (Running to Edmund, R.] My dear Edmund, save me, save me, I shall be caught !

Ger. (Catches hold of Rosanibert.] I've got you,—who is it? you sha'nt get away!

Ros. 'Tis I, my pretty hostess, well caught; let me pay the forfeit.

[He is about to kiss her, when she smacks his face. Ger. Excuse me, monsieur, the girls of this village are not so free as you seem to imagine.

Ros. Gad! they seem to be more free than I imagired.--I stand corrected, madame; the little prude!

[Aside. Cal. How particular she is; I'm glad I wasn't caught so. [Rubbing his cheek.] Oh dear! [Goes a little up, L.

Dume M. (L.) Some people are mighty precise in


public, methinks; more nice than wise, to my mind; I can't see what harm there could have been, in being kissed by a nice handsome young man like that, I'm sure I shouldn't have refused him. [Going a little up, c.] But come, my children, 'tis time to go ; you, my dear Ernestine, in particular, for I'm sure you hadn't a wink of sleep last night-all night long did I hear you walking up and down your chamber !

Ern. It must have been in my sleep, then, dear mo. ther, for I can assure you I never woke till morning !

Danne M. Nay, nay, 'tis very natural, child ; just as restless myself for a week before I was married : there, put this shawl round your shoulders, bid Edmund good night, and let us go to bed. Good night, friends, -we shall meet in the morning !

Ger. Well thought of—Marcelline, bring me a shawl! [Erit Marcelline, into Inn, R.- -The stage, towards the end of the dance, and since, has been growing gradually darknight approaching.] The night air strikes chill; a light for the stranger !-- You still fix on the pavilion, sir, do you? Beware of the white phantom!

Ros. That may be the least dangerous of the trials I may have to encounter.

Enter Marcelline, from Inn, R., with light and shawl. Where is that fellow Oliver? I shall be glad to retire to rest. (To Marcelline, who gives him the light ] Thank you, my good girl.

[Exit Rosambert into Pavilion, R. s. e. Mar. He's not half such a gentleman as his man, though he is the master, and that I'll certify on my homily! [Marcelline is helping Gertrulle on with her shawl, when

a noise is heard in the Inn, R. Ger. What's that ?

Mar. Oh! that's only the stranger's gentleman, ma'am! -He's so genteel--and so tipsy!

Enter Oliver, very tipsy, from Inn, R. Oli. (Staggering to c.] The colonel's a cursed good fellow; I've just drank his health in another bumper ; though he is my master, he's a good soldier, and a kind gentleman; and I won't be bis trumpeter for nothing, for I'll sound his praise every where--don't go-he's no reason to be ashamed of his name, so I sha'n't let him remain unknown any longer; he shall be treated with

proper respect, and so will I. I say, do you know who I am?

[To Villagers Col. No. Oli. I am a cursed good fellow, I'm a trumpeter. Edm. Your own, apparently, my friend. Oli. Do you know who my master is ? Ger. No, friend, who is he?

Ori. He's a cursed good fellow, too; he's your master. Dame M.

Our master ? how the man talks. Baillie.

Oli. Yes, he's the new Lord of the Village, that you've all been expecting so long, and now be's come; but he's not gone, because I'm going to tell them at the Chateau he is pot. He's Colonel Rosambert, and he's a cursed good fellow; and I'm his trumpeter, and I'll drink his health in another bumper! so come along, wench!

[Exit into Inn, with Marcelline, R. Ger. To think of this now the stranger our new young lord, and I to treat him so rudely; how shall I excuse myself ? I must make amends and regain his favour.

Bai. And I must show my zeal and duty, by rousing all the servants and waiting on him by daybreak, with such of the peighbours as I can muster! (Going up, R. V. E. Dame M. And I–I shall go to bed-so, come, child.

[Going up to Mill, L. U. E. Edm. [To Ernestine.] Good night, dearest; to-morrow --to-morrow,

love! [Exeunt Dame Michand into the Mill, with Ernestine

Edmund into the Farm-Baillie, R. V. E.—Colin, L.
Mudame Gertrude into Inn, R.-As they reach their

destination, they each turn and rrpeatGood night !" SCENE II.-Summer Pavilion of the True Lovers'

Knot" Inn.-- A lurge Window in F., through which the
Village is purtially seen in the moonlight.-A tempo-
rary couch, prepared for the bed of Rosambert, neur
R.S. E. -A large chair, C., a table near L. S. E.
Enter OLIVER (with lighted candle ), showing in

ROSAMBERT. Oli. (Staggering.) This way, your honour; this is the pavilion-I'll show you-this is the way-follow me.


Ros. I am much obliged to you, but I don't want to be on my nose! You're in a fine condition, sirrah! You've been spinning it out nicely, here, and now you will be pleased to reel it home to the Chateau. Take this note to my steward, Dubois, and see you are back with the answer the first thing in the morning. [Crosses to L.) Put your soberest foot foremost. Do you hear, sirrah!

Oli. Never fear, sir! I shall go straight on; I know the way. (Reels.] I shall go so quick, that I shall stagger--stagger belief. [Stuggers.] Oh Lord, here's the white phantom coming! Enter COLIN, R. D. with candleboth hallou, and, trembling',

fall down on their knees at the same moment, Oliver scrambles off at R. door.

Col. I am in the way again! that fellow takes me for a ghost-it's immaterial, I shall be a ghost soon, if Madame Gertrude don't-I dar'n't think about it. I beg your honour's pardon, but I'm here, because-1-1want to be married.

Ros. I am very sorry, my good friend ; but, not being either a priest or a woman, I don't see how I can be of any assistance to you in your want.

Col. Ah, sir! if you would but speak a good word in iny favour to-to-it must out-Madame Gertrude-I wouldn't ask you, but she's so strict.

Ros. Strict! eb?

Col. Oh, Lord bless you, yes-she's a very dragon of virtue! You must admire her prudence-remember the smack of the face she gave you.

Ros. I do.
Col. There was propriety for you.

You'll speak about it, will you ?

Ros. Í will. I won't promise you to do it this evening.

Col. That I'll be sworn you won't-you'll see no more of her to-night; she never speaks to a man after nine o'clock-ten in the summer; you wouldn't get her to put a foot in your chamber this evening,-no, not if you were to chop her into mince-meat!

Ros. I suppose not !

Col. No, no; to-morrow morning will do ; but, I say, pop the question the first thing-don't forget-if you should but get her to consent, oh Lord! what a thing

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