P R » ^ l^^W 5"! 89 ■•M M^SH 7P58S5 bt. rktVicWs Eve, oT \lne OxAer of tlie 8: Prussian uniform. PIERRE.— A lijfht blue jacket, flowered silk waistcoat, black small-clotncs. aj«a white stockings. CATHERINE:.— A court dress. MADAME SCHONFELDT.— Ibid. MECHI. — A Prussian peatant's dress. MRS. BLITZ.— Ibid. EXITS AND ENTRANCES. R. means Right; L. Left: R. D. Right Door; L. D. Left Door; S. E. Second Entrance; U. E. Upper Entrance; M. D. Middle Dour, RELATIVE POSITIONS. R., melius Right; la., Left; C, Centre ; Tl. Q., Right of Centre i L. C, Left of Centre. ST. PATRICK'S EVE. ACT I. Scene I. — A Saloon in the Chateau of Schonfeldt, with balcony, overlooking the country — drums in the distance heating the generale — trumpets sounding calls for caval- ry, 4r. Catherine and Gustavcs discovered looking over the haU cony. They advance, Cath. Yes, dear Gustavus, it is now too certain : this day the king will quit Schonfeldt. Gus, The first division of the royal guard is now under arms, and the king seldom remains far behind when the guards sleep in the field. Cath. And to-morrow recommences the dreadful busi- ness of war. Gus. Nay, may be commenced already, since the Hglit division under Prince Henry left their winter quarters two days ago, and are now hutted in the field. Aye, and call this dreadful war by as many ugly names as you will, my own Catherine, there are no hearts leap lighter or higher at the trumpet that summons the soldier to the field, than those of the gentle sex. Cath, Do you forget that I witnessed your arrival on this frontier, after your disastrous retreat from Berlin 1 Gus. You, certainly, on that day, saw us at some disad- vantage. Yet, worn as was the royal guard, it had that very morning repulsed a whole myriad of Trenck's ras- cal Pandours ; aye, and charged up to the very guns, be 6 ST. Patrick's eve. [Act I. hind which the waspish swarm found safety ! [ Trumpet sounds, l . — distant. Mechi runs in, l. Mechi. Oh, my dear Miss Catherine, and Captain Gus- tavus, I've come to say — Pray do go on to the balcony and look over. [Crosses Catherine.] Here's such aheap of counts, and generals, and aides-de-camp, come back with the old king, and all the soldiers drawn out below. — Your mamma and me in the hall, and Serjeant Kraut and the King, and everybody coming in directly. Cath. Does my mamma, then, require me to descend ] or was it only to tell me this fine piece of news, that you left the siglit ] McrJii. I declare I'm so deranged, Miss, that I have forgotten who it was sent me here, or what I was to do. Let me — Oh, aye, now I mind me. Major O'Dogherty whispered me to see if Captain Gustavus was here, and say he wanted a word with him. [Tnnnpet sounds.] There they come ! Oh, Miss Catherine, Miss Catherine, you'll lose all the show ! Gvs. \Crosses Catherine.] Ha! ha! ha! Here's a sam- ple of the terror war creates in the breast of woman ! Descend, pretty Mechi, and say to the inajor, I am here at his service ; with your leave, that is, Miss Catherine 1 [Tru?npct again. Catherine hows smiling!?/ — Mechi runs off, L., speaking as she goes. Mechi. Yes, Captain Gustavus, I'll tell him. Run, Miss Catherine, run! Oh, dear! oh, dear! [Exit, l. Cath. You smile, Gustavus, at the thoughtless levity of that poor girl. Oh ! if she looked but through my eyes, and saw, in the doomed line, that being numbered in whose life alone she lived, with what changed feelings would she regard its deceitful bravery ! Gus. Come, come, sweet wife of mine, a truce with your coward philosophy, for war is a glorious game after all ; and if the penalties fell only on the players, one would scarcely count them over-great, the victor's reward being still honour, and the cheering smile of beauty ! For, say what you will, 'tis ivnman, gentle woman, after all, who sends the soldier to the fight. Cath. Woman ! Oh, scandal ! scandal ! ScEtfF, I.] ST. PATRICK S EYE. 7 Major O'Doghertif. \ Without, \..\ Do you give yourself no trou})le : I'll find the way, I'll engage. Guff. Nay, here comes our gallant major, we'll refer the point to his experience. He shall decide for us. * Enter Major O'Doghi rty, l. Major. Heaven save all here ! Miss Catherine, the most devoted of your devotees ! [ Crosses to Iter. Cafh. Major, we have a point of dispute to refer to you, ill which my whole sex is intei-ested ; and you will, 1 know, when I state the case, decide candidly whether woman be in fault or not. Major. Undoubtedly ! With the most perfect candour and impartiality, I decide, then, that she is^ not in fatilt. Gus. What, iMajor, decide in the ladies' favour before you have heard me state the case ? Major. Surely, my dear lad, therein lies the salvation of my gallantry : f^r the love of beauty, don't slate the case, or ten to one but my conscience will compel me to reverse my decree. Gvs. At least permit me to ask, are not the women the primary cause of all the wars and fighting which take place here below 1 Major. Indisputably, both here below and there above; assuredly, the honour of our warlike propensities is all their own. To the gentle sex we owe our earliest at^pi- rations after blows ; and from their practical lessons we derive the rudiments of the art manual ; for don't we firstly fight with our mothers ] secondly, we fight with our sisters ; thirdly, we fight with our sw'eethearts, and lastly, we fight with one another. Och ! woman is the most belligerent of human animals ; for, when single, don't they fight for us 1 and when married, don't they fight with us 1 So they commence, and so they continue, to the end of the chapter of mortality. Cat/i. Heavens, major ! what can have induced such an uncharitable aspersion of my sex] Major. The very best authority, Miss Catherine : my own experience. Never was there created a quieter, a more peaceably-disposed, or meeker-dispositioned boy, than your humble servant, till a pair of black eyes burnt a hole in my heart, and set my blood in a blaze. The 8 ST. Patrick's eve. [Act f. first quarrel 1 ever liad in iny life, was for a cousin of mv own, one Miss Dalia O'Dogberty. ' Oath. For which quarrel the lady was not to blame, I'll answer for her. Major. Answer for no woman's sins, my darling, for you'll have murders enough of your own to account for, I'll engage. Is it Miss Dalia not to blame 1 Listen : I had appointed to meet Miss Dalia in a grove on the sum-' mit of a hill, called Knock Duoul, at seven o'clock, on a summer evening; well, not knowing how better to kill time, 1 strolled up there at six; and just as I gained the top of the hill, on one side, who the devil should I see snuntering up the other but Miss Dalia herself, leaning most lovingly upon the arm of Cornet Macintosh, of the Iniskillins. Soho ! cries I, blood and thunder anoons, you're there with yourself, are you. Miss D ? says I. C((t/i. And \vherefore such sudden passion 1 The meeting of this pair might not have been improper. Major. Oh ! I dare say not. I'll say no one word^a- gainst their meeting that I did not see ; but, by my word, their parting bordered on the extreme of propriety, to say the least of it. Gus. Well, Major, go on ; what followed 1 Mifjor. Is it what followed 1 A couple of shots a-piece, in less than an hour after, and with my second fire 1 spoil- ed as pretty a shoulder-knot as ever fell over a cross-belt, and qualified the Cornet's right arm for a sling, which re- lieved him of all regimental duty for the next six weeks. Catk. And he was your fast friend, whom you thus cruelly wounded? Major. Not at that moment. Miss Catherine. But our little explanation restored him to my entire confidence. To make him amends for the shot, I gave up Miss Dalia, and every evening poor Mac drank to me with his left hand. He was a little awkward with it at first, but six weeks' practice made him as ready as a fugleman. He always vowed, after that, my shot had done him the great- est possible service, in making him ambidexter for the rest of his life. There, you see, was woman the cause of my first fight. Oh, I'll maintain it, that from the days of Helen down to those of Maria Theresa, there never was a fight, national or personal, in which there wasn't a Sct.NKl.] ST. PATRICKS KVE. 9 woman at the top, the bottom, the middle, and both the sides. Cath. I should have protested against your judgment, major, had 1 known you for such a confirmed woman hater. Major. A what! a woman hater! Now is it I? — 1 that dote on the sex, individually and collectively — /that, having been all my life a martyr to beauty, am here, as ready as I was at fifteen, to live and die for the sweet cause ! But talking of killing, apropos dcs hottes, I have to congratulate you, my friend, on the chance you have of striking the first blow.of this campaign. Gus. Have you, then, orders for me, major ? Major. No ; but I received an order from the king him self to have a squadron of dragoons of the guard mount- ed for a reconnoissance. Major, says I, you're in luck: and in less than no time, I reported my men in saddle. Good, says old Fritz, where's Captain Gustavus \ Down fell my phiz, round went the old lad on his heel, to talk with Count Gotha, and off I posted to give you a hint of your luck, which, next to having myself, I am best pleased to see yours. Giis. This is, indeed, gallant news, major. Catli. \Orosses to him.] Gustavus! Gus. Dearest, pardon this folly, but the anticipated mark of Frederick's confidence transports me beyond bounds. Cath. Whilst, to me, how terrible is this dangerous ho- nour ! Enter Madame Schonfeldt, Mechi, awJ Tivo Servants, l. Madujyie. Now, although you must bestir yourselves, pray let this be done without any visible bustle, or over- haste, for his majesty will only depart the sooner if he sees any fuss of preparation. [Mechi and Servants cross behind, r. s. e, Cath. [Advances to Madame S.] Oh, madam, pity me ; the king is about to order Gustavus on instant desperate service ; and in one minute he may depart, never again to see Catherine, mother, or home ! Mad. Nay, my daughter, this is unchristian want of faith. Fear not for your husband ; the soldier serving 10 ST. Patrick's eve. f act I. his country in the field, is sheltered by the same Power that guards thy pillow, love. Gustavus will return to us. Calk. But, mother, to be doomed to watch this cruel day decline, and night and darkness come, and yet no word of his resting place, or even of his safety ! Gus. Nay, that at least shall not be, my Catherine, for on my arrival at quarters, wherever that may be, I will send assurance to you of my safety. If I have not time, or opportunity myself to write to you, then you, Major, will promise to write a line for me. Will you not. Ma- jor ] Major. Miss Catherine, you may rely upon me. I used to be regimental secretary to the court of Cupid. When I was junior, 1 was polite letter- writer for the whole corps, and will wager, even yet, to scribble a billet-doux with any field-officer in the service. Cafh. 1 shall die if, after this, you fail to write. Pro- mise again, that before midnight you will assure me of your safety. Gi/s. If I avi alive, I swear by this kiss, that he/orc midnight, you shall hear from me. [Three ruffs of drums, generaVs salute, l. — distant.] Hark ! — So, dry your tears, for here comes the king. [All go up, except the Major. Major. Aye, here comes the king, sure enough, bright, keen, and crooked, like a Turkish sabre. I've not seen old Fritz so lively for many a day ; one may know 'tis the opening of a campaign, for he bristles up in his rusty boots, at the scent of gunpowder, like an old terrier at the sight of a rabbit-hole. Enter Frederick, General Gotha, Dr. Mouchet, Cap- tain Brandt, and Officers of the Staff, Aids, ^v., l. Fred. N«^ no, general; no, not yet, not yet; you will still retain your command. The army cannot be entrust- ed in hands more worthy. You have earned the confi- dence of my children and myself, and you possess it fully, ('ount; fully, fully. [The ladies advance, r., Madame S. next to the King.] Fair ladies of the castle, like a true knight-errant, here I am to bid you farewell, before I set forth to fresh adventure ; and to thank you for your un- wearied hospitality. \MerIn. and Serran/s refurn, icith wine and. frn it on sdrer .mJrer.s- SctNE I.] patuiuk'^ kve. 11 Mad. We are more than repaid by your presence, sire. Your majesty's stay has been too short for our desires. \Madame S. and Catherine go up. Fred. Too long for mine, madame. Excuse contradic- tion ; but three months' idleness is too much, out of one of the few short years I have left, and so much work on hand. Ha ! what say you, major \ Major. I say, witlji. your majesty, that I'm never more weary than when I've been a long time doing nothing. Captain Gustavus waits your orders, sire. Fred. Waits ! Who 1 who ] Ah, true, true, Gustavus. \Apart to Gotha.] Young Schonfeldt ; the young captain of my guard, whom I recommended for the service we spoke of, general. He is a son of my kind hostess, a native of this frontier, and will be a good guide for it. [ The King and Major go up — the General passes over to Gustavus, and delivers a. paper, S^c. — As the King turns, Madame Schonjeldt and Catherine courtsey, pointing out refreshments. Frederick regards them through his eye-glass a moment, then exclaims — Ah, ah ! an excellent disposition of yours, good madame. Come, gentlemen \To Staff], no pauses of ceremony, let's fall on like good soldiers. Ladies, I pledge you in Cham- pagne ; 'tis sparkling and bright, like woman's love, and effervesces as fast. [Drinks. The Officers, also, take glass- es, and drink, ho wing to ladies.] Gen. You fully comprehend, Captain, I perceive, and are perfectly at liberty to depart. Gus. Not a moment shall be lost, my general ! [Cross- es, L.] Mother, adieu ! CafTi — I dare not trust myself. Say so, mother. \Catherijic, having observed Gustavus^ runs across, behind all, to i,., as he exits, l.] Cath. [Exclaims.] Gustavus ! Gustavus ! Fred. Hey ! hey ! what ! what ! [ T'he king turns sharply at the sound, whilst Madame Schonfeldt interpbses beticeen him and Catherine, ex- claiming, in a like tone — Mad. Gustavus, my son, may Heaven preserve your life, long to serve your royal master and guardian ! Fred. Amen ! amen to that prayer, madame. My sol- diers are my children ; and I grieve as a father for the loss of the meanest of my family. 12 ST. Patrick's eve. [aci i. [Turns vp to tlie balcony — Glee and Chonis of Sol- diers below — '* Fonvard, boys, forward T^ Sfc, GLEE AND CHORUS. Forward, boys, forward ! Where is the son Would seek to do less Than his father has done ? Sons of old Fritz, is there one Would hang back when his father cries — on ? His children are loyal and brave ; Fritz fathers nor coward nor slave. The battle to shun, say, is there one ; Or who'd turn while the father cries — on, boys, on? No ! none, brothers, none ; Who fear not to die, Never know how to fly ; But for ever cry — on, boys, on ! CHORUS. March I march ! march ! Forward, boys, on ! — cry on ! still on ! On ! on ! on ! \^Dies away. [Flourish and shouts at end of Chorus. [During the musicy the King listens with perfect atten- tion, 7noving his glass in time, and tapping with his foot, taking snvff, S^c, Sfc, till, tvith much excitement, he pulls off his hat, and, waving it, joins in the Cho- rus, enthusiastically repeating, as he advances to the front — Fred. On, boys, on ; always on, on ! That is the word. It should comprise the whole duty of a soldier. But now, gentlemen, prepare to mount. Eh bien, mon cher viaitre en philosophie, tcnez ! Have you directed Brunet and his staff to prepare ^e^/^ souper, in that same lodge you fell so desperately en tete with him ] Doc. All is in due course of preparation, sire. Gtn. Surely your majesty dues not seriously intend to quarter in that lonely cottage ! Fred. Most seriously, because of its loneliness. We love quiet, nous autres. Eh, Docteur ] Doc. A mind like yours, sire, would people the most lonely desert. Gen. The cottage in question is situated at the very ex- tremitv of uur line. sire. Scene I.] ST. PATRICK'S EVE. 13 Fred. I know it. Gen. Shadowed by the forest. Fre:l. Yes, shadovvetJ and sheltered ; the north wind is yet bleak, and we grow old and chilly, ha ! Gen. Has your majesty no apprehension, in the event of an attempt at a night surprise ? . , -i Fred. I can have no apprehensions of a surprise, whilst you command, count. [Bowing graciously. Gen. \ Bows low.] You will, at least, sire, permit me to place a strong guard about the house in question 1 Fred. What ! to proclaim my snug retreat 1 No, no, my quarter must not be named or known, nor do I re- c^'wG any visitors, yourself always excepted, count ! In order, however, not to interfere with your active duties, the words for the day I will myself bring to you, or I'll send them by the doctor, whom 1 here appoint aide-de- camp. Ha, ha! . . . , c^ Doc. I shall be much honoured, sire, in the othce. Fred. \ must make you a soldier mon clier maitre : the only return I can proffer for your lessons in philosophy. Doc. That I ca77ie to teach, is true, sire ; but I remain to bo instructed. In philosophy, as in poetry and war, your majesty will endure no rival. [Bows obsequiously. Fred. [Aside.] That's very well s?id; very well, >r « doctor .'—[Aloud.] But go, Mouchet, and see that all is arranged at the lodge. Tell my cook that we'll sup at twelve o'clock. [Exit Mouchet, l. [As the king turns to address the Staff, the Officers ad- vance, L. c, the General in front of group. Fred. Now, gentlemen, good morning. I am well sa tisfied with the state of your different corps, and trust our doings will be answerable to our appearance. But I find some laxity of discipline has crept over you, since gout has been more frequent with ine. I have therefore re- solved to restore our- ancient rigour, which defied reverse, and often turned defeat to victory. And be assured that the first order of the day, which I discover to have been broken, in letter or spirit, were the culprit jny brother— 772?/ own brother— he shall pay the extreme penalty. Make known this resolve to my children, gentlemen, and bid them be prudent, as they value their father's anger. [Beck- ons Catherine on his ^..—tahes her hand] Mademoiselle 14 ST. [Act I. Catherine, adieu. You look, I think, but dully at this hour of parting; thirty years ago I might have read those dimmed eyes in my own favour^ but that's all over with me now. 1 can only promise, that any name you may choose to whisper in my ear shall find favour, even for your sake. \FincJies her ear tvith great kindness of vianrier. Cat/i. Ah, sire, your favours are too hazardous to be desired for any one we would wish ever to see again. Fred. Hum ! Not the less acceptable sometimes, be- cause peiilous. A icifey now, would have caught eagerly at my offer. Cath. Do you think so, sire 1 [Sighs. Fred. 'Tis plain that you do not. Well, you have yet time enough for experience. [Catherine retires. \ Ha, ha ! [Frederick adrances a little towards Madame S.\ Madame Schonfeldt, adieu ; thanks, thanks, and adieu ! Allons^ gentlemen ! [Going. [Major crosses to follow the King — Catherine catches his arm. Cath. [Impressively \ Do not — oh ! do not forget me ! [Frederick turns round, shaiyly, eyeing them close. Fred. Forget me! What] Who? Eh? Major— i^or- get what ? what ] Major. Nothing at all, sire ; nothing. Fred. That much you will remember, I'll answer. But what, I say, are you not to forget 1 Major. I'm not to forget to remember that. [Looking at Catherine^ and placing his hand on his heart.] Honour, sire, honour. Fred. Oh, ho ! I see how the wind sits. Honour, eh ! honour! [Imitating.] Honour! Be at rest, pretty one; Til answer for the major's never forgetting that. Ha, ha, ha ! On, boys, on ! Who'd turn when old Fritz cnes — on I Officers. Long live the king ! [Flourish drums and trumpets — the King and, all the Officers exeunt, l. — ladies go up to window. Scene H. — Almost Night. — A Wood. .Enter Trenck, l., disguised, trs a Courier, followed hy Pierre, in Vvery. Trench. And nn that lodge he has positively fixed 1 Scene II.] ST. PATRICK*S EVE. 15 Pierre. Out, dat is, Monsieur le Docteur have fix for him, which is ze meme chose, — all you want, eh 1 Trench. Not quite all, ami Pierre ; hut does your mas- ter now return before the king ] and through this wood ] Pierre. Dis I can no say — par hazard, oui. If he come alone, he come by dis route ; if not, he will see you to- night sometime, after ze old wolf go fast to sleep. Voyez Trenck. If I had but half a dozen of my fellows here now, with fresh horses, we might at once do the work openly by coup-de-main. We are a quarter of a mile from the extreme piquet on the left, with this thick wood lying between, and in front. I've marked every sentry within the circle of a league. Pierre. Parle has ! J'cntends quelque chose, someting is coming by-and-bye ! [ Looks out.] G'est lui-memc. [ Trenck retires a little, l.J 'tis ze docteur ! Enter Dr. Mouchet, r. Pierre. Bon soir, mon rnaitre. You are come well, Monsieur est Id. [Pierre points over his shoulder^ l. Doc. Good ; I am all alone ; all's safe ! The Baron may advance. Trenck. Then I may cry serviteur. Monsieur le Docteur. Doc. Pierre, allez chez nous ; tell Brunet the king sups at 12 o'clock. Pierre. [Crosses, L.j Pas avantel 2^cstc ! I shall be kill wis some hunger before 12 o'clock ; diable m'emporte. [Exit, L. Doc. All goes on well, baron ; the old dotard, wrapt in his new theory on universal government, leaves General Gotha in command of the army, and takes up his own quarters in the very lodge we reconnoitred. He keeps about his person only his valet, his dogs, Brunet, his cook, Pierre, and your humble servant. Lo ! I have shorn this Samson now, be it yours to bind him. Trenck. He is ours ! Within less than a mile of the river, in the vaults of the old castle of Hernstein, lie some score devils of mine, who, once in saddle, wink at neither fire, steel, hemp, or water — but how safely to approach the Prussian lines % Doc. Tenez ! Plave you procured, as I requested, the uniforms and horse furniture of the Royal Dragoons of Frederick's ovvn guard ] ]6 ST. Patrick's eve. [act i Trenck. Complete, from head to spur rowel, all is pre- pared. Doc. To-morrow, then, make grande toilette. Get your savages shaved and washed, and made as Christian-like as possible. Immediately after the rounds pass at 8 o'- clock, boldly approach the line of sentries nearest this point; I divci tuYi\e(}i militaire, you must know, and have the honour to be aide-de-camp to the king ; I am to bear, the pass-word for the night, to General Gotha ; this pass- word I will write on a scrap of paper — at the moment when I depart for Count Gotha's quaiter, Pierre shall cross the river, and deposit this paper without the line of sentries, at the old place, where you will find it. When you have once gained the shelter of this wood, leave your horses here, and with a dozen or so of your barbarians, approach the king's lodge. Pierre will be ready in wait- ing to conduct you to the king, who will be occupied with me, alone, and in our hands. Is all clear to you 1 Trenck. As mid-day. Your hand, docteur. Till to- morrow night, adieu. We play for a high stake, win or lose — a king for a ransom on the winning side ; rope, bul- let, or bayonet, if the dice turn against us : au revoir. [Exeunt, Doctor, l., Trenck, r. Scene III. — An extensive 'plain — Twilight — trumpet call, " Stahleup" — drums heat tattoo — the Royal Grenadiers en bivouac — guns limbered up— forage-carts, Sfc, — tents and huts of the soldiers, watchfres, Sfc, CHORUS. Staff Serjeant, wilh Order of the Day, and Jodew. Serjeant. Stir, boys, stir ! Pot off — fire out ! That's the Order of the Day ! JODEN. But why this hurry — why this rout ? We're willing to obey. The Staff Serjeant with " Order^* in his hand. Attention ! attention ! attention ! List ! the " Order" which we mention ; Attention, soldiers, pray : 'Tis the King's command, Signed by his hand, " The Order of the Day !" Scene I I.] ST. fatkiuk s iuvk. 17 CHORUS. Attention ! attention ! attention ! and obey ! BASS SOLO. [^Joden reads. When the stin sinks past yon tree, All at rest must quiet be ; Not a note must corae from trump or drum, Or a sound, save the beetle's drowsy hum. TENOR SOLO. No fire, or light, must be seen to-night. Save the stars above, that shine ever bright! They take their own way, and will not obey The King's command, Though signed by his hand. Or, tlie " Order of the Day !" IChorui. Mrs. Blitz, Mr. Blitz, Soldiers, and Women, disco- vered. Serjeant and Joden advance. Blitz. Thunder and lightning, serjeant-major, but this is sharp practice for a beginning. No fire after sunset, in March, and we just out of our warm straw and snug shelter ! Serj. See what it is, now, to give you old rogues a taste of luxury and ease. A profusion of pea-straw, and a warm barn-lioor, for two months, has been the ruin of you all. This is gratitude for the care the king has had of your carnal comforts. Joden. Ha, ha, ha ! Fritz gets old and timorous ; liG can't forget the loss of Berlin yet, eh ? Serj. No ; but the sooner you forget it the better. A defeat is not the thought to have uppermost at the open- in.o- of a campaign, old Joden. "^Joden. Thunder ! You forget, comrade, for one de- feat, how many victories I can call to mind : — Glogau, Molwitz, Dettingen, Friedberg, Rosbach, Hertzberg ! be- sides sieges and skirmishes out of number. Blitz. Well said, old Joden, but mum! here come the rounds. J, Enter Captain Brandt and Four Dragoons, r. s. e. ^ Cnpt. Fires all getting out] serjeant-major, be quick. Ser'). Yes, sir. Come, stir there, stir ! Out fires; quick! quick I V 1 J Joden. [Salutes Captain.] Not so much as a lighted pipe allowed to-night, eh, captain ] 18 ST. Patrick's eve. [Act > Capt. Not unless you'll run the risk of being shot for it to-morrow, old comrade, eh ? Joden. Ha, ha ! Why, I have risked a shot or two be- fore now, f( -e coming into the camp at all. ScEin:!.] ST. PATRICK'S EVE. 21 Gus. I know I ought; but it was only when I arrived at the general's, that, finding my report received in dark- ness, I learnt the present order of the day ; the devil take it ! I say. Major. Amen, say I ! if saying so be not treason. What will that do 1 You can't write left-handed, you know. Gus. Meantime, you must be my amanuensis ; come, Major. Major. Is it to write 1 You might as well ask me to light you a pipe. I'd as easily crawl through the touch- hole of a carbine, as scribble a billet-doux in the dark. Gus. Pho! pho ! my dear Major. Love is always blind, you know. Major. Maybe he is, but 1 never heard that his clerk was. Besides, consider my regard for orthography : I'm no walking dictionary by day, and in the dark — I'd not be able to spell peas in the dark. Gus. Well, well, we'll have a light, then. Major. Major. Oh, to be sure, an illumination ; but first, may- be, you'd read the " Order of the Day." Gus. In the dark, how the devil can I read it 1 Come, come, dear Major, torture me no longer ; you are pledged to aid me, you know. Consider, the health, nay, the very life, of that dear girl, depends on one line from your hand. Can you refuse, Major? Major. Didn't I decide woman was at the bottom of all mischief; I wash my hands of it. I'd not take part in creating the blaze of a rush-light, not for a regiment of the guards. Gus. [Feels the pipe.] Why, you've broken the letter of the order already ; you've been smoking evidently, that I can see. Major. Can you 1 Then you can see smoke without fire, and that's what they never see in Kilkenny with it, for — It's there you'd see fire without smoking, For a penny you'd buy fifty eggs, &c. &c. No, I rejected temptation, though cool as an iced melon, and having all the material left ready under my very nose. Gus. I don't see it. Major. How should you 1 — but you may feel it. Isn't that the pistol tinder-box — my own invention 1 22 ST. Patrick's eve. [Act ii Gus. Well ? Major. Isn't that a match ? G71S. Well 1 Major. And isn't that a lamp ? Gus. And you persist that your stupid invention will ignite tinder ! Major. Of course it will, like lightning. Gus. I never saw it succeed once in twenty times. Ha, ha, ha ! Major. The devil you didn't. I'll hold you a rouleau it doesn't fail once in twenty times. Gus. Done, for a rouleau. Major. Done ! [Pulls the trigger, and obtains a light.] There's once ! Gus. [Lighting the candle.] That's enough. I lose, Major, Major. The devil ! what are we at ! The sentry will see our light through the cracks in the door. Gus. Under my hat, impossible ; you've won. Major. Major. Damn the wager : out with the light, I say ! Gus. Quick, Major, or by heavens I'll set the thatch in a blaze. Major. Do, and I'll run away in the smoke. Zounds, you're mad. Och, devil take your wager; I'm ruined ! Here, here's my dark lantern. I'll light that, and shut it closf; ; no one can see it, not even ourselves. Gus. May I trust you ] honour. Major, honour! Major. Oh, honour ! put out that candle. [Thci/ light the lantern^ and put out the candle. Gus. Thanks, dear O'Dogherty ; for lyiyselfl would not ask this, you know, Major, but poor little Catherine, you know, Major. Major. Och, blarney ; you know, Major, I'll be shot, you know, Major; here's the material ; now, to be quick ; let the light come oblique ; so, that's bushels ; now, fire ; pooh, that is, indite. My dearest, dear, darling, the old beginning, I suppose. Gus. Pooh, nonsense ! Major. You may say that ; d — d nonsense ! Be quick! Gus. Now, you will not be surprised, love. [Dictating. Major. I'll be surprised at nothing, after my breaking an order of the day. — Well, surprised. Scene I.] ST. PATRICK^S EVE. 23 Gus. At my hrcvUy, when hereafter I inform you luhat a penalty 1 incur in loritlng it. Major, That's true ; more fool I, says you, in writing it ; well, go on. Gns. But unth you I icill keep faith^ although, to do so, J break the order of our father and king. Major. Father and king ! Sentry. [ Without.] Who comes ? [The soldiers, who were arranged behind the scene on la., now march a'^ross, not in sight, but the sound of their feet is heard distinctly. Major puts his hat over the lantern, keejying it in front. Major. Hark ! Go to the door, Gustavus, and see if it's the rounds passing. May be it's Fritz himself taking a stroll in the dark ; come, be quick, my fingers are so fro- zen, that, curse me if I can tell whether I've iiold of a pen or a pitchfork. [During the speech, Gustavus goes to the door, pulls it open, and beholds the King in the door-xcay — Gusta- vus starts, and retreats into the side-door in the en- trance, R. — the King, turning, looks in at the thresh- old, and. challenges aloud with — Fred. Who goes there 1 eh ? Major. Ha, ha ! 'Pon my word, that's very like, a good imitation, ha, ha ! but, come, shut the door and be damned to you, or this lamp will burn a hole in my hat. Fauo-h ! I'll stink of oil like a Russian Grenadier for the next ten days. Come, sit down till I finish. [Uncovers the lantern. [Frederick beckons on Joden and another soldier, and, having closed the door, comes forward, feeling his way with his cane. Why, what ails you ? you keep sliddering about like a cow in a pair of skates — Ha, ha, ha ! I'm thinking if chat had been old Fritz, and he'd taken it in his head to come in ! I remember the very night after the battle of Rosbach, I walked into my hut, wet and weary, and there I found the old king rolled up in my best blanket fast asleep, with the only dry shirt I had in the world twisted round his head by way of a night-cap. Ha, ha, ha ! that royal visit was a majority in my way ; but for all that, by my soul, were he to walk in now, my majority and life would not be worth a purchase of — how many hours do you say 1 24 [Act it. Fred. \On the chair, r. fif table.] Just twenty-four ! Major. [Starting, and cautioush/ iiiming the Jight on tJie King's face] Ell! W — what! — The King ! Fuit, ODog- herty, there will be a speedy death-vacancy in the list of field-officers ! Sire, 1-know my offence, and am prepared to pay the penalty. [Rises respcrtftilly. Fred. Grenadiers, advance. Major, you are under ar- rest. Give up your sword. Major. Sire ! my sword to — Fred. To me, to me ! It will suffer no shame in my hands. Major. Your majesty does me too much honour. May It find a hand in which it may do you better service than it ever did in mine. Fred. Umph ! that might be difficult. But, bah ! what signifies the hand being heavy when the head is so light ] What trash is here 1 [Taking the paper off the table.] Let me see. Grenadier, hold up the light. Joden. No ! Fred. No ! wherefore no 1 Joden. Against the order of the day ! I'rid. True, by Jove ! the guard will be on us all ; blow it out. [Joden bJoics O'tt the light.] So, now we obey the ** Order of the Day." Is not that old Joden '? Joden. Yes, father, it is. Fred. I thought so — good ! T should have known evil example would fail to reach a grenadier of thiity years, a true sr n of old Frederick's. Major, 1 must make you an example for my whole guard. [Jmpressirely. Major. It will not be the first time you have done me that lioiiour, sire. Fred. Hum ! true, true ; 1 grieve that it will be the last. You must die, Major. Major. 1 ever held my life for your majesty's service. Fred. I could have wislied to have disposed of it at a later period, and on a fitter occasion. VV ho was v\'ith you when I entered] Vou had a companion; who was he 1 Eh? Major. A gentleman for whom 1 entertain too high a respect to trouble with much (tf my company — myself, sire. Fred. Do you usually converse so loudly with yourself? Scene I.] ST. Patrick's eve. 25 Major. For want of better company, sire. FreiL Huin ! You'll not tell me who your companion was, then ? [Major bows. — Aside.] I'm glad of it. — [Aloud.\ And this precious scrawl was, 1 suppose, for — J\Jajor. Honour, sire, honour! Fred. I'm silent. Hum ! S//e, so gentle, in love with yo%i ! I should not have thought it possible. Major. There's no accounting for taste in such matters, sire. Enter Captain Brandt at door in fiat. Comes doicn, r. Fred. Well ; what now 1 who's there 1 Speak : who comes 1 Capt. The valet of the French savant seeks for you, sire. • Fred. Hah ! from Mouchet. I'll come to him. Cap- tain Brandt, call a court martial of my guard at head- quarters in the morning; let the proofs against the cri- minal be duly entered and examined ; he will die one hour after sunset. Good night. [Going. GusTAVus comes from the side door, r., greatly agitated^ and kneels to the King, l. Qen. Oh, sire ! Fred. Who's here'? I-Iah ! Gustavus Schonfeldt — eh 1 a brave lad, worthy your father. I've heard all ; and so you're wounded — eh ? / Gus. Sire, 1 come on my knees to — [The King turns away from Gnstavus — Major whispers. Major. Consider Catherine, your mother. Gus. Catherine, my mother ; my poor mother ! Fred. [Catching at the word, and drawing out his pocket- book.] Aye; true, true, your mother; I had forgot her. We'll send you to her to assure her of your safety ; you have leave for four days, and may pass the lines to-night ; here, here's the word. [Gires a paper which he has written on. Gvs. This night, may I 1 — Oh, sire, this is a gift. Yet, my friend — I cannot leave him. Sire, one word, I^ — Major. [Aside to him.] You're mad ! Fred. Not a word, or 1 revoke my favour. Begone to your home ; there is one there, your cousin Catherine, the C 26 ST. Patrick's eve. [Act ii. affair of this night, T fancy, will need to be broken to lier by a ffienilly toiiq;'iie. Major. Poor Catherine ! poor Catherine ! Gas. Oil, torture ! Jiut, sire, permit me to pas-; to-raor- row with my friend. Grant this, for Heaven's sake ! Fre L Certainly ; I seek to be just, severely so, perhaps. I am not inhuman enough to keep comrades from an adieu. Captain, let Gustavus see the prisoner when he pleases to-morrow, after court-martial. (r'/.v. Thanks, siie, thanks ; [Aside to Major,\ Major, for a few hours, fire well ; rely on me ! [ E rit (it- D. p. — Ki/ii^ is taming from Brandt* M ijor. One fivour, sii'e. Frel. Name it quickly. M'ljo". To be shot by grenadiers of the guard. Frf.'l. Granted. Captain, see to it. M ijor. One other, sire? Fred. WSl Major, To die in parade order. Fred. Yes, certainly ! Captain, let the major's sword be restored to him after llie sentence is recorded. He is a brave soldier, and ought to die wearing that sword he never drew but with h(»nour! [Going. JMa'or. Thanks, sire, and long life! Frel. Captain, look well to your guard. You can leave the major in his own quarters. Cnpt. Guard, turn out I Fred.. No, no ; you forget. I have no present com- mand here, theref )re no guard; no nonsense, no noise ; quiet, quiet, and good night. [Mahes a hasty adrance to the door — sfops and raises his hat, looking towards Major. \ Major, farewell ! [Exit, u. f. Major. Heaven save you, sire. May you live to drub every foe you've got in the world, though I'll not live to help you ; for you're every inch a soldier, and a soldier's friend. C'ipt. Major, can I by any means serve you 1 Mijor. No, thank you, my dear lad ; only let my bat- man, Blitz, pass in betimes in the morning to call me, that I may make a decent toilet, and get breakfast before this last court-martial of mine. I always hated court martials. \ Scene I.] ST. Patrick's eve. 27 Ctipt. Your servants shall have free nccess ; rely on it. Mcijor, adieu ! [Gires directions to sentries, and r.r.-Y, irith Mdjof's sword, at D. F. — Jodc?/ and tin' other soUUers pnre to and fro as seMrics. — Ti.c Major takes off Iris w^, hools. Major. This is a pretty St. Patrick's eve ! a pietty wind-up to the opening of a campaign ! I must he wri- tino- love-lelters, and be d — d to me ! and second-han.l, ten). Oh, Miss Dalia 0'L)ogherty, 'tis you who have brought me t(» tliis! — I can't' see why a man shouhhi'i pass his IhsI niirht snuo- and comfortable, as well as his tirst. '1 hat thfef, I^Htz", always foi-gets how to make my bed, though Mrs. B. knows well enough how I like to lie. Poor soul ! 1 hope she'll think of a shamrock for me. \ awM that's cosey; good night, old comrade. Joden. Good night, major. [ Tiie]i face ahout and stand fast. Major. That'll do, my lads: walk about, but tread light.] T/ie se?itries resume their icalk, and the Major eom- poses himsef to rest on the hed END OF ACT IT ACT III harl- SCENE I. — The General's Quarter— House w. 3d ed /)!/ distant conutnj. Two D\i\GOONSonduf!j (If door, GurNXDiiRs r/'.v "■ r ,., standing at ease, l., with Joden, Bi.itz, and S .!. w in front. Serj. A sentence must pass, of course ; but 1 say, the king ought to pardon him. Bh'tz. He ought, or he'll lose the best ofiicer ot ti)e First Regiment of Dragoons of the Royal Guard. What savest thou, Joden? 'jodefi. 1 say ihe king onght not to pardon him, though. he is the best officer of the Dragoons of the iUxivA Didn't the major break the "Order of the Day," and ihdl the very fircit issued '? 28 ST. Patrick's eve. [act hi JVi/z. Hardly — as well ns T can make out from w.hal Mrs. \\. snys. Mrs. B. says that — Jn,lv>,. Pf)()i» ! Mrs. B. be d— Utz. H(ai(. tlicre! Jo.lcn. D lin't " 'i'he Order" forbid the use of fire oi iiglii, oil pain of death % >^vrj. But would you make no allowance for an officer ! . Jo en. Oh — -aye — I firgot I was talking to an officer: ask pardon ; but d(tn't — don't depend too much on your laiik, r>j I can tell you, that if you bieak one of Fritz's <»id(M,s, in spite of your stripes, he'll bore you as full oT }j(^ies as my caitridge box. \Tirum Enter Captain ^kandt from House, r. BlUz. Is lie reprieved ] ' iS' /•;. Is he pardoned 1 Jiithn Is he condemned ] / Copt He's to be shot ; and that by the senior Grena- ' diers (jf the Guard. Jo 'en. That's pleasant for us old ones ! Bess, my old lass, that bit o' lead will be the hardest mouthful ever crammed down your throttle. However, it's well to be a fivouiite at the worst of times. It's not every man would have the honour of his last volley from the muskets of the Grenadiers of Frederick's own Guard. [Drum — o)ie rvff, Cofit. The court's up. Guard, fall in. ^eij. Guard, fall in. Order arms ! Shoulder arms ! [Drums rvff. Enter General and tivo Officers, and Major from the house. Major. Now, gentlemen, au revoir ; till when, Heaven and Saint Patrick be with you. [ Cajyfain gives sirord to Major. Gen. Major, your hand. I will not offer a brave man like y 'U the insult of pity. But in making report of your sentence to the king, whom I sliortly expect, will you eririble me to offer one woi'd to his majesty in extenuation (if your fan it 1 Major. To the King 1 — Not one syllable ! But to your- self, general, let me offer the thanks of a'poor Irish sol- Scene I.] ST. PATRIClc's EVE. 29 dier, into whose heart, wiien once man or \\oman found the way, it never after consulted liis head, when the qut^s- tioM was to do them a service. [The General txms airaij, eridrnth/ afected— Blitz adraures, R., fo Major, iv.t'r hs dorik—'salutes.] Ah, Blitz! my old boy, are yon there ? Welcome ! Welcome ! aye, put on my cloak, though u's not very cold either. But where the devil is iMother B., that .she never brouofht me a shamrock to-day at all ] B'ifz. xMrs. 1>. was in too much trouble to-day, Major, to think of any such nonsense. M.ijor. What's that 1 Is it nonsense ] The shamrock ! the evertTreen trefoil of ould Eiin ; the prt^ttiest, the most poctical.lthe most pious of national emblems, nimsense! Why. you heathenish dragoon, there's my the way, General, is that affair of Major O'Dogherty, of my guard, over 1 um ! Gen. It is, sire. Fred. Weill He— Gen. He will die, one hour after sunset. Fred. Anything to say from 1 — Gen. Not one word, sire. He declined my offer to* communicate his wishes to you. Fred. He did right ; he would only vse1e.d, there's the difierence. I wish old Fritz had sentenced me to be killed in the next action ; I'd have enefasred to manage it, by hook or by crook! It would have been all the same to him, and much more agreeable to me Enter Blitz, d. p. than being paraded out in the cold night, and stuck up mum chance, like a stuffed yager, to be popped at. {_Sings.'] Think of this, &c. IBlitz salutes. Well, Blitz, is it almost sundown 1 Blitz. 1 don't know, Major. 1 havn't seen the sun to- day. I wish we'd a Lapland winter, and he'd not set for six months; that would puzzle them. Please, major, here's Mrs. Blitz outside wants to see you. Major. Ah, ha! better late than never; tell her to come in ; but mind, I'll countermarch her in one moment if she blubbers. Say so, Blitz ; I know she's a tender- hearted fool, and we must bully her. [Sings.] *' Think of this," &c. .Enter Mrs. Blitz, d. f. Mrs. B. brings with her a small bunch of shamrock — comes down, r., striving to hide her sorrow from the Major's observation. Mrs. B. Servant, Major. Major. MoiTow, Mi's. B. ; do you trot here in the cool of the evening to bid me a good morning, and this the 17th of March, of all days in the 365 ? Arn't you asha- med of this neglect, after all the little attentions I've paid you for these twelve years ? Mrs. B. Ah, Major ! the colour of this day is sadly changed. Major. To be sure, things will change colour ; you're not quite so rosy, as the day you coaxed me to take this scrub of yours for my batman. Mrs. B. What will become of us, now. Major] I've often told Blitz he did not know half the kind things you did for him. Major. Ah, well! never mind now, Mrs. B. It's too late to upbraid him with his obligations ; he's an honest old fellow, and I forgive him all he owes me. 36 ST. Patrick's eve. [act hi BHfz. Heaven bless your honour ! AlojOr. Well, you got the bunch of shamrock for me at I'dsr, 1 see ; and why didn't you bring it to me in the morning, and not let me go to parade half diessed ? I felt like an ensign, who had lost his colours, through your forgetfuhiess. Mis. B. It's the last time I'll ever forget it, Major. Mnjor. Thank you, that's a comfort anyway. Give it here to me ; let me look upon it f )r the last time. Why, Mrs. Blitz, how's this ? it's wet. Pho ! nonsefise ! Jt would have kept green f jr my time without being water- ed, you silly woman ! Mrs. B. T didn't know, I'm sure, Major; if it's wetted, it's with my tears, I'm sure they fell like rain all the time I was picking it. Mdjor. Och, fie, fie, Mrs. B. ; tears from the wife of an old dragoon of the guard ! Vou ought to be ashamed to own it — there, dry yoiir eyes. Mrs. B. It's no use drying them, Major. Major. Then take them away out o' this : you're a fool- ish old woman, Mrs. Blitz. BHlz. She can't help it, sir. Major. And you're a:nother, making a watering-pot of that empty head at your time of life. To see a fellow blubbering like a sucking crocodile, and every bristle on his lip as grey as a superannuated badger. There, now, good bye, Mrs. B. ; be off with you both, and don't teaze me. Mrs. B. Oh, Major, oh ! I shall never be worth soap for a day's washing again. I'm quite broken — quite wrung Major. I wish you were wrung dry. Here, Blitz, take this; I owe you something. [Offers purse. Blitz. No you don't. Major. Major. Do as I bid you. Blitz. Mrs. B. Let him touch it, if he dare ! Major. Mind your soap-suds, Mrs. B. Take hold of it, you old ass, don't I always give my stable a treat on St. Patrick's day ? Blitz. They'll have treat enough for this day. I beg pardon. Major, for disobeying orders; but if I finger one penny of that, may 1 be damned. [Goes vp. SCFT.E II .] ST. PATRICK'S EVE. 37 Major. Urn! heaven knows, it's no grreat matter in it. Well, I'll put it in my pocket till by-and-bye ; and if the grenadiers dotlieir business in a S(.ldier-like way, and shoot me dead at the first fire, V\\ make them a posthumous present of it, to drink my health after. Bl/fz. \Af dfjf>r.\ 1 see Captain Gustavus and Miss Ca- therine coniiiig this way, Major. Majf>r. The devil y<.u do ! Now comes the worst pait of tin's day's drill. * Well, be off with you both : and Blitz, bid mv groom have Grey Munster at the door in field (lay order^ I'd like that poor horse to see the last of me. Heaven be with you, my dear Mrs. B., good bye. [Kisses her affcrlionatch/. Madame B. raises her hands to the sides of the Major's head, and hisses his cheeks on hath sides.] Mrs. B., Mrs. B., for shame — here's company com- ing. Mrs. B. Oh, Major, that I should live to see this. \Exevnt Blitz and Mrs. B., at door, F. Major. \Rcsuming his seat and pijye.] Good, old girl. It's well for a poor exiled soldier, far from country, kith, or kin, to feel that at least one honest Christian tear will bedew his stranger grave. Och, when one's in real heart- grief and sorrow, there's no man like a woman — when she's sincere — and I'll answer for Mrs. B., though I couldn't for Miss Dalia O'Dogherty. Enter Gustavus, Madame Schonfeldt, and Catherine, at door. Catherine wears a large cloak, hat, and veil. Gustavus rushes down to Major. Catherine carefully closesJhe door, and advances with Madame S.. R. Gus. Pardon me, my friend, for not sooner seeing you : but though so long absent, I have not, believe me, been idle. Ma]or. Your hand, my dear lad ; — not another word about' it. Mum! Ah, pretty one ! you here, too, in this black evening! This is kind. Madam, your most devo- ted. I can just ask you to sit down, ladies ; but, faith, if you two had been three, we must have made one of my seats carry double. Cath. Dear iSiajor, this is no time to express all that I feel 1 owe to you, when I am about to pray for one added favour at your hands. 38 ST. Patrick's eve. j-act hi Major. Never doubt me, Miss Catherine ; I'm yours for the remnant of my life — I've no duty to perform — I can dispose of both myself and my time as 1 choose — that is, provided always you limit my services within these four walls. Cath. The service I require will remove you from their hated limits, I trust happily, and for ever. Major. Oh — hum ! Well, Miss Catherine — as how 1 Gus. Look not so frowningly, O'Dogherty. Biiefly, a plan is arranged for your escape — you must embrace it. Ma/1. Be not so hasty, my son ; he will, when — . Major, Never! Gustavus — Madame — I have risked something to secure your regard ; and were my life now at my own disposal, it should be again at yours. But this is a personal point of honour, and to no man, or wo- man, will I yield it. I never yet flinched from death in the performance of my duty : — I will not now fly to avoid the penalty incurred by my neglect of it. No, my friends — ask it not ; I am a resolved man ! Gus. This brave, this honourable example shall not be lost upon your friend. Major — yes, we will live or die *^^ogether : and this moment 1 — [Going. Cath. [Crosses to hi?n.] Oh, Gustavus! [Detaining him. Gus. Yes, by my soul, I swear, we this night, comrade, march in company, be it for life or death ! [Throws himself on the seat l. of tahU. Cath. [Approaching the Major, irho is evidentl ij much moved,] For life be it, then. Oh, for life — f jr life ! [ H'jstericalh/. Mad. Oh, Major ! could you kill at one blow the friend who loves you, the mother who implores you, and the young wife who supplicates you to preserve to her the chosen of her heart % Major. The what ? — the wife ! Are you, then, the wife of — Pho ! — I mean, has little Catherine here stolen a march on old Fritz ? Faith, it's well he doesn't know it ; he'd hang you all. Ciith. Ah, no! — less cruel than you, Major, our King already knows all our fault, and pardons it. Major. Huzza ! By my soul he got out of bed on the right side to-day, any way ! Then leave me to die quietly, and theie's an end. ScrNE III.] ST. Patrick's eve. 39 Cath. Nay, more; from him emanated this plan for your escape, Major. Mdjor. From the King! Oh! blarney! But how am I to pass the guard outside, unless they promise to fall asleep ? And next, how get through the lines without the countersign for the night ? Gus. You forget; 1 have already the word for the day, and, with speed, we yet may have time to pass the lines before it is changed. Decide, Major, to obey the King's merciful suggestion, and fly with me, or I confess my share in this breach of discipline, and die with you ! CatJi. Consent, dear Major ; acce[)t the King's mercy, and no day shall pass without blessings rising to Heaven ft)r your welfare. Major. Why, my dears, if you're not deceiving me, and if the King really did desire that 1 should escape his sentence — Cath. By all my hopes of present life and happiness, I have told you the truth ! He suggested this, and his or- der gained us admittance here. JMnjor. Any way — there's no disputing with such eyes as yours, my dear! Oh, woman, woman ! you've always deluded me ! — But, first and foremost, let me know how I'll pass the guard uutside. Caf/i. Here — wearing my pelisse — wearing my shawl and hat, my veil — all has been concerted, [Catherine goes to the chair r. of table, on which the Major's military cloak is spread, draws it quickly over her, and puts on his hat which lies on the tahle. Major. And a pretty concert we'll make of it; and you — Cath. Behold ! I'm prepared. Major. F«»r all — up to the " Present," you'd not wait for "Fire," I suspect. Mad. Major, Majf»r, you must argue no longer. Major. Do you think I'll leave this creature to stand in my boots at such a moment ] If 1 do, I'll be — \MuJJled drums heat. Captain Brandt enters, d. f., down, l. As he opens door^ Madame SrhofifcJdt and Gustavf/s stand between him and the Major, in front. Capt. Major, we are about to parade the guard. Have 40 ST. Patrick's eve. [act hi. you any commands, first 1 — [AddressJTfg Catherine, who nods in rejyly. Gus. Captain Brandt — by your favour, in one minute more we take our leave. Capt. Pray command me to the utmost limit of my or- ders. [Bows, and exit, d. f. Gvs. Now, Major, decide to act with me in this at- tempt at safety, or I call back Brandt, and confess to him our true situation. Mojor. And a pretty situation it is, and be d — d to it. I, who've been shot at all my life, like a man, to turn woman at last. Then, leaving her to personate me, is little better than downright suicide. However, here I am at your disposal — do what you will with me, ladies. [T//C7/ dress /^/m ivhife they ijfeak. Cath. My blessing attend you, dear Major. Now, stoop low, and lean on your supporters. So — so — on, my mother. Major. With all my heart ; but being a young la'dy, I'd naturally choose the other sex for a leaning post. So, Gustavus, by your leave, I think you might be more at- tentive, considering my sex and situation. Mind, jewel, show them what you are before you're shot. [Catherine sits in the chair. E?ifer Blitz, d. f., down l. Blitz. Munster's ready at the door. Major, [Catherine nods.] They're now telling off the party. Mad. Heavens ! we are too late. Blitz. If you wait a moment longer, Madame, there'll be better light; they're going to fire a couple of large torches outside there. Major. The devil they are ! [Major, sustained hy Gus- tavus and Madame, hurry off at door, f. Bfitz. Mrs. B. has sent your best white handkerchief. Major; it's nice and clean, and she said you'd like it bet- ter than a rough sash about your — your — [Wiping his eyes. — Catherine rods, and tahes it.] Poor master! he's silent — a little cast down at the last moment. Pll lay a year's pay, quiet as lie sittj there, he'll die a man for all ! Poor Mrs. B. ! how she'll miss him : he had but one fault in her eyes — she used to say he was such a devil amongst the w^omen folk — and I remember — / SC5PE II .] ST. PATRICK S EVE. 41 Cath. Hem ! [CougJis, Blitz. Did you call, Major] Oh ! praying, perhaps. [jMnJfii'd drums he it. Dead marcli j)laye:l hehind scenes : Tiro Pioneers enter, rvith mvjlcd black cased drums. Twelrc Grenadiers, with arms reversed^ enter at door, and ran wis Slavitz, and help him to wash ze top of ze house. ScEto: v.] ST. Patrick's eve. 45 Trench. Stay here, then ; and Slavitz, if this fellow is restive or noisy — you know — tcJiick ! [Imitating the pvll- i^g 'if^ f'''SS^''-\ l)own lads ! quick, quick, quick ! [ The men go into the cellar^ through, the doors of the 2^cnthouse.\ Slavitz! Temember the word is " Trenck." [Exit into Penthouse. — Major and Gustaims appear behind, w. Gks. 'Tis the King they menace! What's to be done ] Major. Tlescue him, to be sure ! This way, one mo- ment. Pierre. Mais tenez — 1 feel somebody wis my ears. [Major a?id Gustavus retreat behind the wing, r., as Slaritz and Pierre turn round to look. Slav. Who goes there 1 [Bringing his musket to the re- cover.] Speak — [Steps up stage.] — Speak, or I fire ! [Ano- ther step, and jnesents, as the scene closes behind him, ScENK V. — A Front Wood. Enter Gustavus and Major, r., cautiously. Major. He sees us no longer — he has turned the corner of the house — his shadow's off the ground. Now I com- mand you to obey my order ; 'tis the safest plan — avoid their horses, and make for the nearest of our picquets ; bring the men with you on the 5pur, till then I'll engage to amuse these rascals, never fear. Gvs. 1 had better remain — you'll be overpowered, and perhaps both be sacrificed before I return. Major. Don't prate ; give me your hat and sword ; I've a plan of my own to take them all prisoners — then away. I fear that damned fellow will again challenge before I'm ready to advance to him with the word — Trenrk, isn't it 1 All right. Och, I'll bother the Pandours. How surprised ould Fritz will be to see me I Gus. You are right — I'm gone ; but be cautious. [Exit Gvstavvs, L. Major. Now to show myself boldly, and advance with the name of this Pandour in my mouth. Och, Pm in luck ; and now, at least, stand a chance of dying in a natural way. So now for a peep, and then to show myself If I can only put my hand on the collar of Mr. Slavitz, I'll an- Bwer for his making no great deal of noise in this world. So, now's my time. [Exu, n. 46 ST. Patrick's kve. [Aot iu. Scene VI. — Interior of an old-fashioned Gaviekcc}H'r\\ Lodge. Trophies ff various sorts of game, wolf r/h\ hear. On one side, a wood fire on huge dogs. Balus trade at hach, hading d.own stairs to cellar. A lamp near it, as if hft by some one who has gone down. Fredt^rick ami Mouchet discovered playing at chess. Fred. You'll out-manoeuvre me again, Docteur ; you're the best tactician after all. Doc. I claim your castle, sire. Fred. Take it. Doc. The last knight — you'll be taken, sire. Fred. The sooner the better ; that monarch merits cap- tivity who knows not when to die ! ** Forward, Sir King, forward ! On, boys, on !" [Singing. Dor. Check, site. Fred. Ha! I must retreat, then: I've yet one move left! only one! \ Trench and. dragoons, having mounted the stairs vnfdtscrved, now advance. Trench. Not one, sire. Your majesty's check-mated. Fred.. [Starts into a. corner, draiving his sword.] Ha! Treason ! my guard ! Pierre — Brunet — who waits? Trench. 'Tis useless, sire, you are my prisoner. Permit me to assist you to a hat and cloak : 'tis of your own guard, you need liot blush to wear it. Frcd'^. I do blush to see the uniform of my guard so disgraced ! Baron, this is i/n pen trap fort. The Empc- ror cannot sanction this royal hidnapping^ this assassm- like proceeding. Trench. Your majesty can argue that point with him in person, to-morrow, in Count Daun's camp, where he waits to welcome you. By your leave, sire — our time is precious. Fred. Scoundrels! Touch me not — I'll hang every ras- cal of you ! Ah, Docteur ! coquin et lache que vous ^tes ! you have betrayed your friend ; but I'll not submit to such a derrradation/ Baron, dead, you may take me ; alive, never I Trench. Nay, then, we must constrain you, sire. [Draws his sword. [A 2)istol is fired, behind ; and a cry is heard of " Tht ScEiosVi.j ST. Patrick's eve. 47 Prussians ! the Prussians /" Trench rushes to- wards the door as the Major runs in, with his sword drawn. Trench. Ha! surprised! ' [Falls hack. Major. Baron Francis Trenck, surrender ! The house is surrounded by the Royal Guard. Pierre. \ Beloiv.] Murder ! Murder ! Major. If your majesty does not instantly show your- self, I can't answer for the lives of the prisoners, either without the house or within. Fred. Monsieur le Baron, by your leave ! [Crossing in front to Major. Major. To the left, sire — quick, quick ! — [Significantly. Fred. You, Major ! — [Aside.] Ha ! I see — I see ! To the left — eh ! [Exit at door. Pierre. [Below.] Get me up; — it is von dam ruse! Tronck, Docteur — dere is no Prussian. Murder ! Mur- der ! Major. Don't let him up here — [Pierre rushes up the stairs, pale and terrified?^ — he'll spoil the party. Ha ! ha I Pierre. Oh, Monsieur Tronck, you are made of fool! Dere is no one Prusse — only him — zere — he is beside him- self. Doc. How! What! — no Prussian % Major. You lie, rascal ! I'm not beside myself. Ba- ron, this fellow's not to be believed on oath. Trenck. Speak, rascal, coward, or I'll strangle you! Are we not sun'ounded 1 Major. To be sure you are. Haven't I surrounded you ? Ha, ha, ha ! I'll die before I'm killed, now ! Pierre. Sacre bleu ! You will not understand. He is alone. He call out " Trenck," — den shoot pauvre Sla- vitz, and roll me down de cellar. Kill him, and run away wis me ! Trenck. Major, is this true ? Major. Every word of it — I give you my honour. The king is now out of your reach : all you've to do is- to or- der in supper, and we'll enjoy ourselves till he comes back with the guard. Ha, ha, ha ! Trenck. Ten thousand devils ! We must now look to our safety alone. Major, give way. 48 ST. Patrick's e\'e. [Act iir. Major. In Ireland we never give way to any man in passion, except a mad bull, or a lady. Trenck. Cut him to pieces ! [Crosses to l. corner. Major. Ha, ha*! That's Irish — cut and come again, boys. [Drums, trumpets , and shouts ^ without. The King rushes in at door, followed by six Grenadiers^ the General, and Officers. Gustavus enters up the stairs with six more Grenadiers. Tableatix, Fred. Halt, guard ! A parley — Baron, surrender ! Trenck. To be hanged, or imprisoned in a dungeon, like my poor nephew ] Never, sire — I'll die by my game, as I made it. Pandours, fire — and forward. [ The dragoons present. The King advances towards them courageously. Fred. Recover ! [ The dragoons recover?^ Baron, you're a brave man : this audacious attempt proves you a clever one. I'll do more than you granted me — I'll profter terms. Take your own, and your men's lives — if, in one. minute, you surrender. [ Takes out his watch. Trenck. You're too generous, sire, and these conditions too honourable, to be rejected : but I must keep faith, even with a scoundrel. The Docteur, sire, must be spared, Fred. Hum! What! Philosophy] He shall have his life : 'tis not worth taking. Trenck. And freedom, sire 1 Fred. And freedom. Baron, the minute has expired. Trenck. Sire, we are your prisoners. [Kneels, offering his sword ; at the same time the Dra goons lay down their arms. Fred. So, Baron, take your sword again ; and when next you would secure a king, be sure he has not a move left : there's a grand difference between check and check- mate, Baron. General, have those fair culprits brought before me. [Exit General at door.] Remove that traitor. Let him be conducted to the Austrian outposts, with his treatise on the philosophy of moral obligations tied about his neck, and himself strapped on the back of an ass. Ee-enter General, with Madame Schonfeldt and Ca- therine, at the door. Fred. So, fair ladies, you have been forcing my guard, Scene VI .] ST. PATRICK'S EVE. 49 I hear; releasing prisoners, and committing other acts of downright rebellion ! Mad. Sf Cath. Mercy, sire ! FreJ. Mercy, eh ] Gustavus Schonfeklt, advance. Young lady, I owed to your father my life. If I give you the disposal of this culprit's, which he has forfeited, I shall balance the account. Take him — be happy ! — [Passes Gustavus, and crosses to Catherine. — Aside.] or I'll contrive his escape. Not a word. [ They kneel, and kiss the King^s hand with excessive emotion. The King puts his finger on his lips, and turns to the Major. As for you. Major — Major. Now comes my turn ! Fred. I have been somev/hat surprised to see you, I own ; but — Major. Your majesty would have had a greater sur- prise if you had not seen me ! Fred. I am glad you are not shot, on my own account. Major. And, on my honour, sire, so am I. Fred. Because your death would have been an act of gross injustice. I had, as I found on reflection, no right to issue any Order of the Day, whilst Count Gotlia was the general commanding the division. You perceive 1 was wrong — eh ? Major. I certainly shall not dispute the point with your majesty. Fred. Still, some punishment is your due. 1 therefore dismiss you from your command in the Dragoons of the Guard. Major. Sire ! [Kneeling?^ Shoot me, ten times over, ra- ther ! Fred. QoMwX., you will this day erase the Major from off the muster-roll of the guard ; and at the same time add to ray staff-list, as colonel and aide-de-camp, the name of Sir Maurice O'Dogherty, Knight of the Black Eagle. You will need the order — wear mine. [Attaches to the Major's breast his own order. Major. If ever this order of yours is broken, sire, it must be by the sabres of your enemies. Fred. And you, [Addressing Grenadiers,] that suffer women to take your prisoner from under your bayonets, 50 sx. fAiKHJii. » tVK. [Act III you, T fancy, as I'm in the forgiving mood, expect some- thing done for you. VV^ell, consider your reward, my sons, and let Jodcn inform me when you have resolved. Joden. We have already. Fred. What will you have? Joden. That you'll not be so rash for the future, but now you're getting old, keep amongst us, out of harm's way. Fred. Is that all ? Joden. Isn't that enough "? Fred, I am the happiest king alive ! [ WitJi great exultation. Trench. I no longer wonder at your victories, sire. Fred. You see. Baron, if you had succeeded, what a large family you would have left fatlierless. Captain Brandt, prepare to move off the guard and prisoners. Ladies, Count, Baron Trenck, Major O'Dogherty — Major. Colonel O'Dogherty, sire, at your service. Fred. True, I forgot. Colonel O'Dogherty, I must not turn you away supperless. If we are short of fare, re- member, my cook did not expect strangers to-night. In the mean time, if I may read the flattery of smiling faces and bright eyes, there are none present who do not sym- pathise with your escape, Colonel, and mine. Major. Your majesty must admit I have an additional claim on the sympathy of the ladies, since it was in their cause I erred. Fred.. True, Colonel; and on their influence you must rely to wipe away all remembrance of your errors. Let us hope, therefore, their smiles may prove the only Order of the Day ! [Flourish of drums and trumpets. Soldiers on each side fare about and march up, r. and l., the charax^- ters also moving up, whilst the Curtain falls on Ta- bleau. THE END. LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 014 528 275 5 Up*!- ^^..