Whate'er's to be done, Sirrah come, sirrah go; Do so, and do so. Oh! oh! Me wish to de Lord me was dead. [DIEGO having entered the house during the song, after MUNGO goes in, appears to bolt the door on the inside. Diego. [Unseen by them puts on a large padlock.]— That must do till I get a larger. Enter LEANDER, L. disguised. [Exit, R. Leand. So-my old Argus is departed, and the evening is as favourable for my design as I could wish. Now to attract my friend Mungo; if he is within hearing of my guitar, I am sure he will quickly make his appear ance. MUNGO appears at the grate, L. Mungo. Who goes dere?-Hip, hollo! Leand. Heaven bless you, my worthy master, will your worship's honour have a little music this evening? and I have got a bottle of delicious cordial here, given me by a charitable monk of a convent hard by, if your grace will please to take it. Mungo. Give me a sup tro a grate: come closee man, don't be fear, old massa gone out, as I say last night, and he no come back before to-morrow; come, trike moosic, and giv us song. Leand. I'll give your worship a song I learned in Barbary, when I was a slave among the Moors. Mungo. Ay, do. Leand. There was a cruel and malicious Turk, who was called Heli Abdalah Mahomet Schah; now this wicked Turk had a fair Christian slave named Jezabel, who not consenting to his beastly desires, he draws out his sabre, and is going to cut off her head; here's what he says to her.-[Sings and plays. ]-Now you shall hear the slave's answer.-[Sings and plays again.]--Now you shall hear how the wicked Turk, being greatly enraged, C is again going to cut off the fair slave's head. Now you shall hear Mungo. Why what de devil, he cut off her head two times? Leand. Now you shall hear Mungo. What signify me hear? me no understand. Leand. Oh, you want something you understand? If your honour had said that Enter URSULA at a window left wing of the house. Urs. Mungo! Mungo! Mungo. Some one call dere Urs. Mungo, I say. Mungo. What devil you want? Urs. What lewd noise is that? Mungo. Lewd you self, no lewd here; play away, never mind her. Urs. I shall come down if you go on. Mungo. Ay, come along, more merrier; nothing here but poor man, he sing for bit of bread. Urs. I'll have no poor man near our door; hark'ye fellow, can you play the "Forsaken Maid's delight," or "Black Bess of Castile ?" Ah, Mungo, if you had heard me sing when I was young. Mungo. Gad, I'm sure, I hear your voice often enough now you old. Urs. I could quaver like any blackbird. Mungo. And now you grunt like an old sow. Come, throw a poor soul a penny, he play a tune for you. Urs. How did you lose the use of your leg? Leand. In the wars, my good dame: I was taken by a Barbary corsair, and carried into Sallee, where I lived eleven years and three quarters upon cold water and the roots of the earth, without having a coat on my back, or laying my head on a pillow: an infidel bought me for a slave: he gave me the strappado on my shoulders, and the bastinado on the soles of my feet: now this infidel Turk had fifty-three wives, and one hundred and twelve concubines. Urs. Then he was an unreasonable villain. Leand. Fifty-three wives, and one hundred and twelve concubines. Mungo. Poor man! what the devil did he do with them all? Enter LEONORA at window, R. Leon. Ursula ! Urs. Od's my life, what's here to do! Go back, go back; fine work we shall have indeed; good man, good bye. Leon. I could not stay any longer by myself; pray let me take a little air at the grate. Leand. Do, worthy madam, let the young gentlewoman stay, I'll play her a love song for nothing. Urs. No, no, none of your love songs here; if you could play a saraband indeed, and there was room for one's motion Leand. I am but a poor man, but if your ladyship will let me in as far as the hall or kitchen, you may all dance, and I sha'n't ask any thing. Urs. Why, if it was not on my master's account, I should think no harm in a little innocent recreation. Mungo. Do, and let us dance. Leand. Has madam the keys then? Leand. Have you the key of this padlock too, madam? Here's a padlock upon the door, heaven help us, large enough for a state prison. Urs. Eh-how-what, a padlock! Mungo. Here it is, I feel it; adod, its a tumper. Mungo. And if de house was a fire, we none of us get out to save ourselves. Leand. Well, madam, not to disappoint you and the young lady, I know the back of your garden wall, and I'll undertake to get up at the outside of it, if you can let me down on the other. Urs. Do you think you could with your lame leg? Urs. Then, by my faith, you shall; for now I am set on't-A padlock! Mungo, come with me into the garden. [Exit, with MUNGO, L. Leon. Pray let me go with you. Leand. Stay, charming creature: why will you fly the youth that adores you? Leon. Oh, Lord! I'm frighted out of my wits! Leand. Have you not taken notice, beauteous Leo nora, of the pilgrim who has so often met you at church? I am that pilgrim; and who would change shapes as often as Proteus, to be blessed with a sight of you. Re-enter MUNGO and URSULa, L. QUARTETTO, LEANDER, LEONORA, URSULA, and MUNGO. Leon. I must not hear-dear youth depart A gentleman like you to gain. Leand. Then do I seek your love in vain? Leon. It is another's right; Leand. -And he, Distracting thought! must happy be, Urs. Come round, young man, I've been to try. All. I'm sure the wall is not too high. You'll mount with ease. Leand. Can you to aid my bliss deny ? If you say no, I will not go. Leon. I must consent, however loath: Make him promise to retire. Urs. Nay, marry, he shall take his oath. Your cheeks, where rose and lily blend ! Mung. Lord o'mercy, how he swears! All stand an end! Urs. Come, that's enough, ascend, ascend. All. Let's be happy while we may : Laugh, and sing, and dance, and play ; [The curtain falls on the last bar of the Chorus, leaving them all on the stage in their respective situations.] END OF ACT I. ACT II. Stair SCENE I-A Hall in Don Diego's House, with Folding-doors in the Back Scene, near L. U.E. case on the other, a Door leading to a Cellar. Enter LEANDER, L. followed by URSULA. Urs. (L.) Oh! shame; out upon't, sir, talk to me no more; I, that have been famed throughout all Spain, as I may say, for virtue and discretion; the very flower and quintessence of duennas; (c.) you have cast a blot upon me; a blot upon my reputation, that was as fair as a piece of white paper; and now I shall be reviled, pointed at; nay, men will call me filthy names upon your account. Leand. (L. c.) What filthy names will they call you? Urs. They'll say I'am an old procuress. Leand. Fie, fie, men know better things-besides, tho' I have got admittance into your house, be assured I shall commit no outrage here; and if I have been guilty of any indiscretion, let love be my excuse. Urs. Well, as I live, he's a pretty young fellow. Leand. You, my sweet Ursula, have known what it is to be in love; and, I warrant, have had admirers often at your feet; your eyes still retain fire enough to tell me that. Urs. They tell you no lie; for, to be sure, when I was a young woman, I was greatly sought after; nay, |