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[Takes a shawl from her pocket.] This shawl, that I found last night in the chamber, on the couch of Monsieur there, to whom does it belong ?
Edm. To Ernestine, of course.
Dame M. Not it, indeed,-no, its owner is a person a great deal more grave, more precise, more cautious, than my poor child. It belongs to Madame Gertrude.
Omnes. Madame Gertrude !
Dame M. Yes, to the virtuous, modest Madame Ger. trude. I appeal to the honour of our new lord, if this is not the fact ?
Ros. [Aside.] Good bye to Madame Gertrude's pretensions ; the murder's coming out.
Ger. [Aside.] Fatal disclosure! I see that I have lost him.
Oli. [Advances on Gertrude's R.] Do you want any music, now?
[Retires back. Ros. [Aside.] I am glad the discovery has been made without my agency; now I may be able to clear this poor Ernestine, without betraying Madame Gertrude's secret. Edmund, again let me assure you, Ernestine is innocent. [Ernestine appears at the window of the Mill.
Edm. What proof have I of that?
Ros. What proof? ha! your own eyes. [Turns sud-
horror, Ernestine, who has come out of the garret
mouth and stops him.
in terror, and offer up prayers for Ernestine's safety
the plank, and descends gradually by the ruined wall, a purt of which gives beneath her feet; she then advances to the front of the Stage, c.; nothing being heard all the while but the cogs and mill-hopper
and the rouring of the mill-stream. Ern. He has deserted me, and gives his hand to another, and for ever forsakes his wretched, butinnocent Ernestine.-We should have been so happy, too-so dearly as I loved him--still, cruel as he is, he shall have my prayers! My poor ring, it is mine no longer; but he has not robbed me of all-the gift he gave me for remembrance ! Alas, I needed none, for he is ever here ! [Laying her hand on her heart.] His image is graven on my heart! Yes, here is the bouquet. [Takes the bouquet from her bosom.] It has faded, like my fortune; its leaves have fallen, like my hopes ; my tears may refresh it! no one sees me, there cannot be a crime in this. [Kisses the bouquet.-Bells are heard in the distance.) Hark! the bells ! he is being united to another! [Falls on her knees.] Bless him! Bless him! May he be happy! There is no more happiness for meno, only misery, misery. [In a subdued tone of half-stifled agony.
Edm. [Supporting Ernestine.] Idiot! madman ! that I have been ! How could I ever doubt her ?
Ros. Hush !
Ger. (L.) All envy, every unkind thought, yield to a love like this; take your promise-Edmund, 1 yield up all my claims, my hopes. Repair the injury you have wrought, and make her happy with your future love!
Edm. [Kneels by her.] I will, I will, cousin !.--Yes, I can hold no longer. How has my heart been abused! Let me, with this ring, give back my love, my faith ! · [Puts the ring on the finger of Ernestine, who appears
lost in meditation. Ros. [On Ernestine's R.] That is not all, there is something more yet to be done. Come hither, girls. [Two Girls, with the creath, come, R.) And here, mother, these gifts must to their original purpose. [Gertrude and Dance Michaud, by. Rosambert's direction, hastily attach the nuptial veil and wreath of white orange-flowers to the head of Ernestine.] Now, then, the wedding bouquet. [They attach the bouquet to her breast.] And now your hand in her's, Edmund. [Edmund takes her hand.] And now, then, musicians, strike up!
Oli. Ay, strike up, lads ! all's right now! [Grand Flourish.-Ernestine awakes, and is, for a few
moments, confused and lost in surprise.
Ern. What means all this? Is it not some deceitful dream ? some trick to mock me! ah, Edmund! and at my feet-my mother, too ? This bridal dress ! my friends! Oh, no, it cannot be a dream! preserve me, heaven! Ab, ny ring ! my ring! No, no ! it is no dream; I am awake, am happy! (Fulls, with an hysterical cry of joy, into Edmund's arms.
Edm. Yes, dearest Ernestine, it is indeed reality-all is cleared up!
Ros. Ay, Ernestine, our justification has been public and complete; we have been found not guilty !
Ger. And, whatever you may think, entirely to my satisfaction.
[All retire up but Rosambert and Madame Gertrude. Res. I believe you-you are too pretty not to be good sometimes. And now, there only remains one thing. Poor Monsieur de Trop ; eh, madame? I must not refuse the interest I pledged myself to exert for him. Eh, bere he comes ! and, for once in his life, not unwished for-he is not Mr. One-too-many this time.
Enter COLIN DE Trop hastily, R., with Bouquet, &c.
Col. (R.) Here I am, Madame Gertrude, here I am. I hope I'm not too late ; I've run every step o’the way, and a pretty heat I'm in. I've got the bridal garter, and the veil, and the bouquet, and the wreath of orangeflowers, and-dear me, what a way I'm in.
Ros. (c.) You have come in good time, Monsieur de Trop; Madame Gertrude was waiting for you. I have performed my promise, I have spoken a good word for you-behold your bride.
[Presenting Madame Gertrude, who crosses to Colin. Col. Eh! what! is it indeed so ? and an't you joking? Oh, dear me! Am I to marry
am I to have a wife-am I to be her husband ? Madame Gertrude!
Ger. (L.) I must obey the orders of our new lord, Monsieur de Trop.
Col. Ah! I thought he'd do the business for me! [Embracing her, and afterwards seeming ready to faint at
the boldness of the act. Ros. All, then, is settled. Edmund, henceforth let
not sleep deceive you ; be constant, and your happiness will be complete.
Ern. Sleeping or waking, if I still retain the good opinion of my friends, I shall be happy; but, if I should unfortunately have incurred their displeasure, I would wish never to have awakened again
Your anger, friends, would make me weep:
DISPOSITION OF THE CHARACTERS AT THE
FALL OF THE CURTAIN.
COL. GER. Ros. DAMB G. ERNES. EDM. OLIV, MAR. R.]