-PENCER’S BOSTON THEATRE.-No. CLXXXIX. 
 
 ADELGITHA; 
 
 OR, 
 
 THE FRUITS OF A SINGLE ERROR. 
 
 A £ive &ct0. 
 
 BY 
 
 M. G/ LEWIS, 
 
 AUTHOR OF “ ADELMORN TEE OUTLAW,” “ CASTLB SPECTRE,” u ALPHONSO, KING 
 OF CASTILE,” ETC. 
 
 With Original Casts , Costumes , and all the Stage Business , as marked by 
 Mr. J. B. Wright , Stage Manager of the Holiday Street Theatre , 
 Baltimore. 
 
 BOSTON: 
 
 WILLIAM V. SPENCER, 
 
 128 WASHINGTON STREET, CORNER OF WATER (UP STAIRS). 
 
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 The scene lies at Otranto j period of action, 1080. Time of representation, two hours and thirty minutes. 
 
COSTUMES 
 
 MICHAEL. Light blue merino shirt to the knee, and crimson merino toga, trimmed 
 heavily with gold ; fleshings, crimson sandals ; gold coronet, and dark brown wig. 
 
 GUISCARD. First Dress. Red shirt trimmed with gold, and over it a hauberk of 
 rings, mascles, or square plates of steel; legs to correspond 5 helmet conical, with 
 a gold band and nasal to guard the face 5 dark wig 5 shield, heater-shaped, and worn 
 round the neck by a strap *, cross-bar’d sword. Second Dress. — Long, dark crim¬ 
 son merino shirt and dark blue robe, trimmed with gold ; jewelled collar 5 waist-belt $ 
 crimson skull-cap, and coronet. Third Dress. —Shirt without the robe 5 sandals or 
 boots to the ankle, embroidered. 
 
 LOTHAIR. — Armor same style as Guiscard. Second Dress. — White merino 
 shirt, and small red toga or shoulder drapery, trimmed with gold ; brown wig ) flesh¬ 
 ings, and sandals or boots embroidered. 
 
 TANCRED. — Armor same style as Guiscard. 
 
 ALCIPHRON. White shirt *, armor $ toga trimmed with gold ; fleshings and san¬ 
 dals. 
 
 DERCETUS. Red shirt; plum-colored toga, trimmed with silver 5 fleshings and 
 sandals. 
 
 RAINULF. Same style armor as Guiscard, but blue steel. 
 
 JULIAN. Same style as Guiscard. 
 
 KNIGHTS. Norman armor 5 fleshings and sandals. 
 
 SOLDIERS. Red hauberks $ helmets, with nasal piece ; heater or share shaped 
 shields 5 spears 5 fleshings and sandals. 
 
 PEASANTS. — Frieze shirts of different colors, to the knee $ and fleshings and 
 sandals ; bareheaded. 
 
 CITIZENS. Same as peasants, with small togas or shoulder-drapery 5 bare¬ 
 headed. 
 
 SAILORS in galley. Frieze shirts, fleshings, sandals, &c. 
 
 PAGES. Scarlet hauberk, trimmed with ermine *, large sleeves ; fleshings, and 
 embroidered ankle boots to lace up in front 5 scarlet skull-caps. 
 
 ADELGITHA. First Dress. Black merino corset body, to lace up the front, and 
 square at the neck, long over the hips, and trimmed with sable ; black merino, demi- 
 train dress. Second Dress. —Scarlet corset body, trimmed with gold and ermine ; 
 gold braid lace up the front and seams i white merino skirt trimmed heavily round 
 bottom with gold, tiara, collar, and jewelled appointments. Third Dress. — Same 
 style, green trimmed with gold. 
 
 IMMA. Fawn merino, Grecian body and half skirt 5 white merino skirt and toga, 
 the edges of the whole dress to be trimmed with gold, in a Greek pattern. 
 
 ABBESS. Loose black dress, long sleeves ; black veil, &c. 
 
 CLAUDIA. Black corset body, trimmed with ermine $ scarlet skirt, demi-train, 
 trimmed with silver. 
 
 NUNS. Same style as Abbess. 
 
 LADIES. Same style as Adelgitha. 
 
 FEMALE PEASANTS. Yarious-colored merino loose gowns, small togas, or 
 shoulder drapery. 
 

ADELGITHA 
 
 ACT I. 
 
 SCENE I. — A Grove , with the Chapel and Shrine of St. Hilda , 
 3 and 4 a. — In the latter lamps are burning , and the doors are 
 closed. — The sun is rising. — Claudia is discovered leaning 
 against a pillar of the shrine , l. f. 
 
 Claudia . Hail, welcome morn ! at length thy rising glories 
 Gleam on the convent spires ; and, lo ! yon lamps 
 With fainter rays illume the shrine’s arched windows 
 Where Adelgitha watches. Sure, if virtue 
 E’er found peculiar favor from high Heaven, 
 
 Her prayers are heard, and Guiscard lives and triumphs. 
 
 (A bell tolls , and nuns are seen descending , 2 E. R. H.) 
 Hark ! ’t was the convent bell ; and see, the abbess. 
 
 To chant their matins in yon chapel, leads 
 
 Her white-robed train. Ah, Heaven-devoted sisters, 
 
 How wise that choice which from her pangs exempts you. 
 
 Who weeps away the night, and dreads at morning 
 To hear a son or husband lives no more ! 
 
 The Abbess of St. Hilda enters with a train of nuns , 2 e. r. h. 
 
 Claud, (kneeling). Most honored lady, at thy feet in duty 
 Suppliant I bend. 
 
 Abbess. May the saint’s blessing, daughter. 
 
 Aid thee to struggle ’gainst a sinful world, 
 
 And guide thy pilgrim steps to grace and goodness ! 
 
 (Claudia rises.) 
 
 Ha ! wherefore burn those lamps ? 
 
 Claud. In yonder shrine 
 With prayer and penance has Apulia’s princess 
 Passed the long night, imploring Heaven that morn 
 Might bring glad tidings of her lord in safety. 
 
 Ab. Well may she rue that day when Michael Ducas, 
 
 Byzantium’s exiled emperor, sought these shores, 
 
 And sued at Guiscard’s feet for aid and shelter. 
 
 His suit was granted, and perhaps ere this 
 
 
6 
 
 ADELGITIIA 
 
 fACT I. 
 
 That life, on which depends Apulia’s welfare. 
 
 Has perished by some Grecian rebel’s sword. 
 
 Claud. And can such fears alarm St. Hilda’s abbess? 
 
 Doubts she of heavenly love or heavenly justice ? 
 
 Has Virtue guardian angels? — if she has. 
 
 Then guardian angels watch o’er Guiscard’s safety ! 
 
 Ab. Against that virtue weigh the cause he fights for. 
 
 Claud. The cause he fights for is an exiled king’s. 
 
 Ab. Weigh, too, that exile’s guilt, which lost him empire. 
 
 Claud. He who that empire seized was guiltier far. 
 
 Erred Michael? — still Alexius was his subject. 
 
 Wronged were the Greeks? — still Michael was their king. 
 
 Ab. What then, are subjects bound, and sovereigns free ; 
 
 Free to be proud, vindictive, cruel, false — 
 
 In fine, to be what Michael was ? 
 
 Claud. No, mother ; 
 
 But that which Michael was he is not now. 
 
 His power is crushed. Led by his weeping daughter. 
 
 Suppliant I saw him kneel at Guiscard’s throne. 
 
 And none to Guiscard ever knelt in vain. 
 
 I feel like Guiscard ; feel that heart is marble 
 Which heaves no sigh at sight of ruined greatness ; 
 
 And hate that light which only glares to show 
 Faults which affliction’s iron hand has chastened. 
 
 Ab. Claudia, thy blame is just; I own my error ; 
 
 And when reproof swells on my lips again, 
 
 I ’ll think, “ he suffers ! ”— and reserve my censure 
 For those who sin and prosper ! —Means your princess 
 To join our matin rites ? 
 
 Claud. She waits your coming. 
 
 Ab. ’T is well ( Going .) —- yet comes not Claudia ? 
 
 Claud. Straight I ’ll follow ; 
 
 But, lo ! Byzantium’s princess, beauteous Imma, 
 
 Bends to this shrine her steps. 0, chide not, mother, 
 
 If from your pious rites I steal some moments 
 To whisper comfort to yon royal mourner ! 
 
 Ab. Chide thee? Nay, Claudia, take my heart’s best wishes 
 To aid thy gracious office. 
 
 Now, sisters, to the chapel. Farewell, daughter. 
 
 [Exeunt Abbess and nuns into chapel , c. doors . 
 Claud. So sad? I fear, I fear our unowned youth — 
 
 Ah, why is virtuous love so rarely happy ? 
 
 Enter Imma and ladies , 1 e. l. h. 
 
 Imma ( speaking to herself). Still does he live? Sun, does he see 
 thee still ? 
 
 Or that pure blaze which fires the orient sky, 
 
 So bright to others — is it dark to him ? 
 
 0, father, father ! 
 
 Could’st thou but think like me, a straw-thatched cottage, 
 
 Lothair, and you, would fill my heart’s whole circle, 
 
 And then who would might wear Byzantium’s crown. 
 
SCENE I.] 
 
 ADELGITHA. 
 
 7 
 
 Claud. So early from thy couch, my princess? 
 
 Im. 0, such a night, my Claudia ! 
 
 Such sights, such bloody glaives, such burning towns, 
 
 Filled all my broken dreams ! — 
 
 No news yet from Durazzo ? 
 
 Claud. Lady, none ; 
 
 But soon — 
 
 Im. 0, dread suspense ! my father’s throne, 
 
 Perhaps his life , hangs on this battle’s issue. 
 
 Perhaps, ere this, our good, our glorious champion 
 Has signed in blood our ruin and his own ; 
 
 And Adelgitha soon, o’er Guiscard’s corse, 
 
 Will curse the day she pitied exiled Imma. 
 
 Claud {artfully). Perhaps Lothair too — 
 
 Im. {catching the name with eagerness). Ay, that good Lothair ! 
 He, he! the gentlest, loveliest, bravest, best ! 
 
 He , whose kind arms, on the Adriatic waves, 
 
 From pirates saved my life and dearer honor. 
 
 O, ere I hear those words, “ Lothair has perished ! ” 
 
 Come, friendly death, and join me to Lothair ! 
 
 Claud. Lothair — a foundling youth — a nameless warrior ; 
 
 And thou Byzantium’s princess? 
 
 Im. 0, I know it ! 
 
 Know that my passion’s folly, ruin, madness — 
 
 But still — I love ! and, loving, still must think 
 Thy deeds, Lothair, more noble than my birth,— 
 
 Thy heart, Lothair, more precious than my treasures ; 
 
 And one fond glance shot from thine eyes more brilliant 
 Than all the jewels in my father’s crown. 
 
 Claud. See, where that father comes. 
 
 Im. He frowns ! away then ; 
 
 I dare not meet him now. {Crosses to L. H.) 
 
 Claud. What fear you, princess ? 
 
 Those frowns are not for you. 
 
 Im. Alas ! alas ! 
 
 When thus he frowns he’s ever fearful, Claudia. 
 
 He had a page — no fairer, sweeter child 
 
 E’er blest a mother. Dear my father loved him ; 
 
 Yet, stung with sudden rage — 0, can I tell it? — 
 
 He stabbed him — stabbed the innocent boy ! 0, Heaven ! 
 
 How painful’t is to mark a parent’s errors, 
 
 And not esteem where duty bids us love ! 
 
 He comes. Fly, Claudia, fly ! [Exeunt into the chapel , c. d. 
 
 Enter Michael Ducas and Dercetus, 2 e. r. h. 
 
 Michael. I ’ll hear no more. 
 
 Must I not sleep nor wake, but sung to rest, 
 
 Or from my slumbers roused, with Guiscard’s praises? 
 
 The screech-owl’s boding cry — the approaching howl 
 Of famished wolves — the chant of midnight witches — 
 
 Nay, e’en my only child’s expiring groan, 
 
 Were music to the praise of him I hate. 
 
8 
 
 ADELGITHA. 
 
 [ACT I. 
 
 Dercetus. And wherefore hate him ? Serves he not your cause ? 
 
 Is ’t not for you , that now before Durazzo 
 His troops are leaguered, and his life exposed ? 
 
 Is’t not for you — 
 
 Mich . Now be that hour forever 
 Accursed which saw the emperor of Byzantium, 
 
 Suppliant, implore a Norman pirate’s aid ! 
 
 I was not born to ask 9 but to command ; 
 
 My task was to confer , not sue for favors : 
 
 Yet now by Guiscard’s aid, through Guiscard’s bounty 
 ’T is given me to exist. 0, curses, curses ! 
 
 I sink oppressed by weight of obligations, 
 
 And each fresh service seems an added crime. 
 
 Der. Yet, in his eyes, whose interest they advance, 
 
 E’en crimes might well look fair. 
 
 Mich. No, no : were life 
 And empire at my choice, I’d rather plunge 
 In neighboring iEtna, than owe life and empire 
 To this new Cato’s grace, this Norman Brutus ! 
 
 But last night, Dercetus, 
 
 A ruffian, hot with wine, cried, “ Lo ! where goes 
 The pensioned emperor ! Had he ruled like Guiscard, 
 
 He need not here exist on Guiscard’s alms.” 
 
 Gods ! what strange patience must that man possess, 
 
 Who calmly listens to a rival’s praises, 
 
 Nor loathes that glory which obscures his own ! ( Crosses to r. h.) 
 
 Der. (aside). The ungrateful tyrant chills my blood with horror. 
 Mich. What say’st thou, slave? 
 
 Der. If thus his sight afflicts you. 
 
 Soon come the hour when you shall meet no more. 
 
 Mich. That hour is past, if Phocion’s sword be sharp. 
 
 Der. Phocion ? 
 
 Mich c That Persian slave who left Otranto — 
 
 Three days since then are o’er — conveyed to Phocion 
 My mandate, ’midst the battle’s heat and tumult. 
 
 To plunge his sword in Guiscard’s heart. 
 
 Der. ( shuddering ). 0, emperor ! 
 
 Mich. Then will I seize my rival’s falling sceptre. 
 
 Use it to strike Alexius from my throne, 
 
 And, placing Adelgitha there, salute her 
 Queen of Byzantium and of Michael’s heart. 
 
 Der. Will she accept that heart? 
 
 Mich. She will — she must. 
 
 Der. What! she, the model of all wives, all women ! 
 
 Whose passion for her lord — On man ne’er doated 
 Woman, as doats on Guiscard Adelgitha. 
 
 Her love — her virtue — 
 
 Mich. There’s the charm, Dercetus ! 
 
 But, 0, ’t were bliss to bend this stubborn beauty, 
 
 Crush the proud fabric of her idol, honor. 
 
 And, while she weeps to view its ruins, teach her 
 
 She’s fond, and frail, and false — in short, a woman ! ( Crosses l.h.) 
 
SCENE I.J ADELGITHA. 9 
 
 By Claudia’s lips she charged me here attend her. 
 
 ( The organ is heard , u. E. r. h.) 
 And hark ! the organ speaks the matins o’er ; 
 
 The doors unclose. She comes — retire, Dercetus. 
 
 [Exit Dercetus, 1 e. r. h. 
 ( The doors of the shrine open , centre. — Adelgitha is discovered 
 in mourning , kneeling at an altar . •— Imma, Claudia, the Ab¬ 
 bess and nuns , surround her. — During the following speech , 
 Imma kneels to Michael Ducas, and seems to receive his bless¬ 
 ing.) 
 
 Adelgitha. Chaste sisters, take my thanks ! Your holy comfort 
 Was balm to my torn heart. Though sad, I’m tranquil ; 
 
 Though cheerful, I’m resigned ; and now, submissive, 
 
 I ’ll meet Heaven’s will, let Heaven or smile or frown. 
 
 Ab. Just is thy thought, and for the world ’t were well 
 Thought all like thee. Now pardon, gracious princess I 
 For convent duties call me hence. 
 
 Adel. Dear mother. 
 
 Use your free will ; your will is my best pleasure. 
 
 (Abbess and nuns return to the convent , 2 e. r. h.) 
 Adel, (to Claudia). Friend, join the train — yon height o’erlooks 
 the bay ; 
 
 Thence may’st thou first discern the bark which brings me 
 Those tidings which I long, yet dread, to hear. 
 
 Im. 0, be that office mine ! With restless eye 
 I ’ll watch the waves ; no, not a speck shall ’scape me ; 
 
 And when at length I spy the wished-for sail, 
 
 So swift I ’ll speed I ’ll make the zephyrs jealous 
 To find their wings outstripped. 
 
 Adel. My kind, sweet Imma ! 
 
 Im. (kissing her hand). My friend, my brother, Claudia, come ! 
 
 [Exit with Claudia, r. h. 1 e. 
 
 Mich. Now, princess, 
 
 Obedient to your summons — 
 
 Adel. We ’re alone, 
 
 And what I ’ve now to say requires no witness. 
 
 When driven by desperate rebels from Byzantium, 
 
 ’T was here you sought protection. 
 
 Mich. Say’t was here I found it. 
 
 Adel. Our means were small ; our court can boast no splendor ; 
 But what was ours we gave. 
 
 Mich. And gave it nobly ; 
 
 Gave it with freedom, which endeared the gift. 
 
 Adel. E’en at this hour my lord beneath Durazzo 
 Sustains your cause. 
 
 Mich. He does. 
 
 Adel. His wealth is lavished, 
 
 His blood is risked for you. 
 
 Mich. I own his favors ; 
 
 Sure, if to man 
 
 E’er man owed gratitude, to him I owe it. (Crosses to l. h.) 
 
 Adel . Your gratitude ? 
 
10 
 
 ADELGITHA. 
 
 [ACT I. 
 
 Mich. ’T is his, and his of right : 
 
 None doubts it, sure ! 
 
 Adel. ( significantly ). None should. 
 
 Mich. (haughtily ). None dares ! 
 
 Adel. None does. 
 
 Know you that scroll ? ( Showing a letter.) 
 
 Mich, {starting). Ha, faithless slave ! the letter 
 I sent to Phocion. {Aside.) 
 
 Adel. Robbers slew the bearer, 
 
 And ’midst his plunder was this writing found. 
 
 Straight to my hands’t was given ; for e’en those robbers 
 Whose blood, if seized, had streamed by Guiscard’s justice, 
 
 Rejoiced to save that precious life, which he 
 For whom that life is risked would fain have taken. 
 
 Mich. Confusion ! {Aside.) 
 
 Adel. Here it stands, the ungrateful name : 
 
 Is’t not thy hand — thy seal ? And, were these wanting, 
 
 Does not the inhuman business it enjoins 
 Declare that none but Michael was the writer ? 
 
 Canst thou deny — 
 
 Mich. My heart can bear no more. 
 
 And I must vent its rage or die ! {Aside.) Yes, princess, 
 
 Yes, ’t was my hand which traced that plan of death ; 
 
 And, from my soul, I wish the murder done. 
 
 I hate thy Guiscard ! hate him fiercely, deadly ! 
 
 And would’st thou know what most excites my hate? 
 
 He’s Adelgitha’s husband ! 
 
 Adel. {surprised ). How? what cause — 
 
 Mich. Princess, I love thee ! 
 
 Adel, {starting — then , after a moment's pause, with contempt ). 
 Thou ! 
 
 Mich. To frenzy love thee ! 
 
 And with what strange, what fierce, what desperate passion, 
 
 Judge by this rash avowal. Those bright eyes,* 
 
 If I am guilty, lighted me to guilt. 
 
 They bade me murder Guiscard ; they seduced me 
 Suppliant to clasp the Norman pirate’s knees ! 
 
 They make me feel — those stars of Michael’s fortune — 
 
 Michael were wretched on Byzantium’s throne 
 Unless he shared that throne with Adelgitha. 
 
 Adel. If I so long have listened to these insults, 
 
 ’T is that surprise and anger struck me dumb. — 
 
 Thou rival Guiscard ? Could’st thou hope her love 
 Who shares that hero’s could e’er stoop to thee ? 
 
 Thou only could’st, by thinking 
 My taste erroneous as thy heart is base. 
 
 Mich, {choking with rage). How, how? 
 
 You wrong me, princess. As my wife and empress, 
 
 Placed on Byzantium’s throne — 
 
 “-“ ’T was I who killed king Edward , 
 
 But ’t was those heavenly eyes which set me on.” 
 
 Richard III. 
 
SCENE I.] 
 
 ADELGITHA, 
 
 11 
 
 Adel. {ironically ). Byzantium’s throne? 
 
 0, fair and tempting gift ! 0, generous proffer ! 
 
 Yet, while you make it, ’twere as well, methinks. 
 
 Did you reflect, unless by Guiscard’s valor, 
 
 Byzantium’s throne will not be yours to give. 
 
 Then pardon, mighty prince, if I decline 
 These gracious offers ; if I dare prefer 
 Glory with Guiscard to contempt with thee, 
 
 And think that he who succors banished kings 
 
 Is nobler than a king whose crimes have banished. ( Crosses to R. H.) 
 Mich. Proud woman, darest thou — 
 
 Adel. ( with a commanding air). Hold ! for Imma’s sake 
 Two days I give thee to provide some refuge : 
 
 So long I ’ll hide thy fault from Guiscard’s vengeance ; 
 
 But on the third this scroll — 
 
 Mich. I thank you, princess, 
 
 And for two days shall count my life secure, 
 
 Depending on a woman’s silence. 
 
 0, I could dash my front on earth for trusting 
 
 To woman’s gratitude or woman’s sense ! ( Crosses to R. h.) 
 
 Adel. { calmly ). Thus ever rail their tongues at female judgment. 
 Who want that worth which merits female love. 
 
 But thou, ne’er seeking love, content with pleasure, 
 
 Curst with indulgence of each vain caprice. 
 
 Suspecting treason e’en on beauty’s bosom. 
 
 And tasting poison in each honeyed kiss, 
 
 May’st thou still think all women false and light. 
 
 Incapable of faith, unfit for trust. 
 
 And born to be man’s slave, not man’s companion. 
 
 Such may they think us still, who act like thee ; 
 
 I cannot wish them worse than such to think us. 
 
 Imma { without , r. h.). Speed, princess, speed ! 
 
 Adel . Hark ! Imma comes. 
 
 Enter Imma, r. h. 1 e. 
 
 Im. 0, speed! 
 
 Swift cuts a bark the billows, and the shores ( Crosses to l. h.) 
 
 Groan with the throng of anxious citizens. 
 
 Shall we not hasten — 
 
 Adel. On before, sweet maid. 
 
 I ’ll follow straight. [ Exit Imma, l. h. 1 e. 
 
 Adel, {in a decided tone). Forget not what I’ve said, 
 
 Nor brave the lightnings of my hero’s eye. 
 
 Two rules are Guiscard’s ; ne’er to sin himself, 
 
 And ne’er to pardon others when they sin. 
 
 Then dread to meet his wrath ; be timely prudent ; 
 
 Fly with thy shameful secret, fly and live. 
 
 Farewell. ( Crosses l. h.) 
 
 Mich. And thou who speak’st so stern and high, 
 
 Dost thou not fear that — 
 
 Adel. I fear thee ? 0, no ! 
 
 Salerno’s daughter was not born to fear ! 
 
 Mich. Salerno’s daughter ? {Starting.) 
 
12 
 
 ADELGITHA. 
 
 [ACT II. 
 
 Adel . Ay ; that name it seems 
 Has reached your hearing ! then, I need not add, 
 
 Dishonor and that name have still been strangers. 
 
 And she, whose veins can boast that hero’s blood, 
 
 And she, whose heart retains that hero’s lessons, 
 
 Rest thou assured, thinks nothing bright but virtue, 
 
 And nothing dreadful but disgrace. [Exit, L. h. 1 E. 
 
 Mich, Salerno’s daughter ? should it be — Dercetus ! 
 
 Enter Dercetus, r. h. 1 e. 
 
 Der. My prince ! 
 
 Mich. Those letters which the dying Norman 
 Gave to thy care in Astra’s wood — thou hast them ? 
 
 Der. The portrait too — 
 
 Mich . A portrait ? find it straight, 
 
 And bring it to my chamber — speed, Dercetus ! 
 
 [ Exit Dercetus, r. h. 1 e. 
 Mich, [alone). Each fresh reflection gives my hopes fresh vigor ; 
 And if those hopes prove just, the game’s my own. 
 
 Compelled to silence — suppliant for my mercy — 
 
 My rival dead — but how ? that young Lothair — 
 
 ’T is plain his heart is Imma’s. Could I win him — 
 
 Why doubt it ? may not all be won ? and has not 
 Each man his price for those who choose to pay it ? 
 
 When offers fail, virtue’s not strong — but dear ; 
 
 And that stern honor, which disdains a dukedom, 
 
 A sceptre shown, will bow and take the bribe. [Exit, R. h. 1 E. 
 
 ACT II. 
 
 SCENE I. — Gothic Chamber, 1 G. — A sofa on R. H. 
 Enter Imma, r. h. 1 e. 
 
 Imma. He’s safe ! he’s well ! 0 happy, happy Imma ! 
 
 He’s safe ! he’s well ! flow, dews of rapture, flow ! 
 
 Yet is ’t real ? 
 
 Is’t not a dream, a charm, a fairy fiction ? 
 
 0, Heaven, I fear it! still then breathe, my lips. 
 
 To hush my doubts, those words, those heavenly words, 
 
 “ He’s safe ! he’s well! ” — Hark, hark ! I hear his footsteps ! 
 Lothair ( without, l. h.). Imma ! 
 
 Im . I hear his voice ! 
 
 Enter Lothair, 1 e. l. h. 
 
 Loth, [throwing himself at her feet). My princess ! 
 
 Im. My Lothair ! [A momenVs pause.) 
 
 Art safe, quite safe, Lothair? ( Weeping.) 
 
 Loth. Eloquent tears, 
 
 What words could speak your meaning ? Safe, sweet, safe, 
 
 And Imma’s still, and ever, ever Imma’s. [Rises.) 
 
 You ask not of Durazzo’s fight? 
 
SCENE I.] 
 
 ADELG1TIIA. 
 
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 Im. I see thee, 
 
 And, having thee, have all ! Yet say ! brave Guiscard — 
 
 Loth. Is safe, my love ; is conqueror of Durazzo ; 
 
 And, ere the sun ascends his mid-day chariot, 
 
 The hero’s keel will bite Otranto’s shore. 
 
 Im. Blest be those words for Adelgitha’s sake ! 
 
 Loth. E’en now I left her —- hadst thou seen her rapture — 
 Such tears — such sobs — while, ever and anon. 
 
 She thanked Heaven’s grace, too bounteous to its handmaid, 
 
 Then bade her damsels bring her nuptial robes, 
 
 Throw wide her castle-gates to mirth and feasting, 
 
 And still exclaimed, “ Rejoice, rejoice, Apulia ! 
 
 Your hero lives, has conquered, and returns ! ” 
 
 Im. Sure, none e’er felt more love. 
 
 Loth. Sure, none e’er gave it 
 To one more worthy ! 0, that great, proud day, 
 
 When, scared by Grecian fire and hostile myriads, 
 
 Our troops resolved to raise Durazzo’s siege, 
 
 And thronged to gain their vessels, swift as lightning 
 Flew Guiscard to the crowded port, and, dashing 
 The foremost rebel back, —- “ Turn, turn ! ” he cried ; 
 
 “ Shame to the vanquished ! to the victors glory ! 
 
 No flight ! no refuge ! no resource but triumph ! 
 
 Normans, you conquer here, or die ! ” he said ; 
 
 Then hurled a firebrand midst the fleet, and swiftly 
 Spread the devouring flames from ship to ship. 
 
 Each trembled, each turned pale, till each and all. 
 
 Fired by the hero’s fire, with one accord 
 
 Brandished their swords, struck their broad shields, and shouted, 
 “ Right, Guiscard, right ! we ’ll conquer here, or die ! ” 
 
 Im. ’T was bravely dared ; but, to my ears, Lothair, 
 
 The tale of war still bears a painful sound. 
 
 I see in captured towns but mangled corses ; 
 
 I hear in victory’s shouts but dying groans ; 
 
 And think one flower from pity’s wreath more precious 
 Than laurel groves watered with tears of blood. 
 
 Your prince is great, is good. I own his virtues ; 
 
 But still those virtues wear so stern an aspect — 
 
 Loth. Stern to the wicked, lenient to the weak. 
 
 Im. Ah, friend, thy partial eyes — 
 
 Loth. No, princess, jao ! 
 
 Judge by this fact. That day we forced Durazzo, 
 
 While war yet raged, the streets all ran with blood. 
 
 And blazing towers crushed in their fall alike 
 
 The victors and the vanquished, ’mid the tumult 
 
 A fierce Varangian from its mother’s arms 
 
 Had torn a new-born babe. Wild shrieked the matron 
 
 To Heaven for aid — 
 
 Im. Alas ! 
 
 Loth. Nor shrieked in vain, 
 
 For Guiscard heard her ! To the tower he flew, 
 
 And, while his left hand caught the child, his right 
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 Seized by his yellow locks the wild barbarian, 
 
 And hurled him from the walls. Next with his scarf 
 Did Guiscard bind the babe’s slight-wounded throat, 
 
 And gently on its mother’s breast replaced it. 
 
 Wildly she caught it, sank upon her knee, 
 
 Traced in its blood a cross upon its brow, 
 
 And called it “ Guiscard! ” Then his great heart melted ; 
 
 His stout frame trembled, and I saw tears forcing 
 Through his closed helm their way. By Heaven ! I never 
 Thought strength so glorious as I thought his weakness, 
 
 Or man worth envying till I saw those tears ! 
 
 Im. 0, lovely act! Hear it, ye saints, and shower 
 Celestial blessings on that hero’s head ! 
 
 Michael (without , R. h.) Where stays the knight? 
 
 Im. Hark, ’t is my father’s voice ; 
 
 Dear friend, be wary ! 
 
 Loth. Fear not. 
 
 Enter Michael Ducas, 1 e. r. h. 
 
 Mich, (c.) Ha, Lothair ! 
 
 Your mission, warrior? 
 
 Loth. (l. h.) Mighty lord, from Guiscard 
 I bring glad news ! Byzantium’s free — the usurper 
 Fled none knows whither — and the flag of Ducas 
 Floats from Durazzo’s towers. My prince more fully 
 Details in these his victory. ( Presenting letters.) 
 
 Mich. How, proud youth? 
 
 Methinks Byzantium’s lord might claim thy knee ! 
 
 Loth. ( calm and firm). Your pardon, emperor—• ’tis not pride 
 restrains me, 
 
 But knightly honor. Ne’er may Normans kneel 
 Save to their own liege lord ; nor e’er from me 
 Shall foreign king receive that suppliant homage, 
 
 Sacred to Heaven, my mistress, and my prince. 
 
 Mich. Ha ! darest thou, haughty stripling — 
 
 Im. (r. h.) 0, best father, 
 
 Unbend that frowning brow ! He meant no insult ; 
 
 And, though his knee withholds its show of duty, 
 
 Lothair would die to serve you — sooth he would. 
 
 Mich, (sternly). Imma, retire ! 
 
 Im. Alas ! have I offended ? 
 
 Nay, pray you frown not, father — I obey. [Exit. 
 
 Loth, (aside , while the emperor opens his letters). In grief she goes. 
 (Looking out.) Gods ! of what marble must that man be framed. 
 Who feels not on his heart, like molten lead, 
 
 Each tear his brutal harshness costs a woman ? — 
 
 How’s this ? 
 
 Mich, (furious). Thou strumpet, Fortune, 
 
 Wilt thou ne’er blush to follow Guiscard’s car, 
 
 Chained like his slave ? Still wilt thou shower thy laurels 
 On him, and none but him? He won the battle ! 
 
 He seized the town ! He gives me back my kingdom ! 
 
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 ADELGITHA. 
 
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 Ere I accept his gift may the earth open 
 
 And swallow up that kingdom ! May Byzantium, 
 
 The day he crowns me, fall on him and me. 
 
 And one vast ruin crush us ! 
 
 Loth, (aside). What can mean 
 This strange and sudden passion ? 
 
 Mich. Hear me, youth — 
 
 Barest thou be great, be happy ? Barest thou merit 
 My daughter’s hand ? 
 
 Loth. Great prince — 
 
 Mich. I know thou lovest her : 
 
 Barest thou deserve her ? — say. 
 
 Loth. Can man deserve 
 So bright a gem ? 0, if he can, say how ! 
 
 Thou canst not say what I’d not dare for Imma. 
 
 Through Arab hosts command me hew my passage, 
 
 And plant the cross e’en on their prophet’s tomb ; 
 
 Brop, where Charybdis foams, your crown, and bid me 
 Retrieve it from the whirlpool’s ravenous jaws ; 
 
 Name aught that’s strange and dire — some wondrous deed 
 So hard, it joins in one the Herculean labors ; 
 
 So dread, its mention makes the hearer faint — 
 
 Nor doubt, for Imma’s sake, that deed I ’ll do. 
 
 Or perish in the attempt. 
 
 Mich. Indeed ! I ’ll try thee. — 
 
 I have a foe — 
 
 Loth, (eagerly). He from this hour is mine. 
 
 Mich. He must not live. 
 
 Loth. He must not, or Lothair. 
 
 Beclare your wrongs, his name, and straight I ’ll seek him, 
 
 And hurl defiance in his face. 
 
 Mich. Rash stripping, 
 
 Thou know’st not what thou say’st. So great his power, 
 
 His rank so lofty, never may thine arm 
 Be raised ’gainst his in combat. 
 
 Loth. What, then, would’st thou? 
 
 What mean’st thou I should do ? 
 
 Mich. Surprise him sleeping, 
 
 Plant in his heart thy sword, and Imma’s thine. 
 
 Loth, (starting in horror). Sleeping? 
 
 Mich. Straight thy crimson hand 
 Shall clasp my daughter’s and Byzantium’s sceptre. 
 
 Speak but the words, “ He’s dead ”—let me but see 
 Thy limbs dyed ghastly beauteous in the blood 
 Of that loathed basilisk — 
 
 Loth. Hold ! name him not. What I have heard thee say 
 Would now compel me to espouse his cause. 
 
 Farewell! (Crosses l. h.) 
 
 Mich. Stay, youth — reflect, a crown invites thee, 
 
 A crown and Imma. Be wise, be wise ! 
 
 Loth. Wise, say’st thou? Prince, I will be ; 
 
 Since he shows wisdom most who most loves virtue. 
 
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 That narrow cunning, whose short sight ne’er looks 
 
 Beyond this orb and present bliss, perhaps 
 
 Might count these offers tempting ; but true wisdom. 
 
 Whose prescient eye, o’erleaping time and space, 
 
 Descries new worlds, pure joys, and life eternal ; 
 
 This makes me feel man’s heaven or hell is conscience ; 
 
 This makes me feel that, robbed of truth and honor, 
 
 Life’s charms are lost ; and that, if guilt’s the price, 
 
 E’en Imma’s heart would be too dearly purchased. 
 
 Mich. Think what thou wert — a nameless, base-born orphan ; 
 Think what thou ’rt now — a wandering knight, whose sword 
 Must carve his fortune, or he fasts for’t. Gods ! 
 
 And must thou prate of guilt, and bliss, and conscience? 
 
 Must thou be delicate, thou foundling, thou ? 
 
 ’T is ludicrous — away ! 
 
 Loth. I hear, and pity 
 
 The man whose pride it soothes to wound a worm. 
 
 Heaven pardon you, as I do ! To the point: 
 
 Proudly you ask me what I was ? I answer, 
 
 “ Born to be that which thou wert born to be — 
 
 A man ! ” Again you ask me what I’m now ? 
 
 I answer, “ that which all admire — a soldier ! ” 
 
 Nor can I think it blasts a soldier’s courage 
 To own he dares not do an act of shame. 
 
 Mich. Vile thing ! such notions leave 
 The stock from which you sprang no longer doubtful. 
 
 Base were your parents, as your feelings base. 
 
 Loth. ’T would sooner strike a generous mind, methinks. 
 
 Not what my parents were, but what I am. 
 
 You boast a race by ancestors ennobled ; 
 
 I boast a name ennobled by myself. 
 
 Pure from all flaws, and sacred from corruption, 
 
 Read honor’s patent written in this scar, 
 
 Received while fighting by my sovereign’s side. 
 
 Who dates his line from Egypt’s earliest kings, 
 
 May boast more ancient titles, none more glorious ; 
 
 Nor can a monarch’s veins hold nobler blood 
 Than flowed from mine in service of my country. 
 
 Mich. Hence, slave, nor tease me with this cant ! I hate thee ! 
 Loth. If for such thoughts you hate me, prince, I know not 
 If most you merit pity or contempt. ( Horn sounds , l. h. u. e.) 
 
 But hark ! the warder from the beacon tower 
 Speaks Guiscard’s fleet in sight. I go to join him ; 
 
 Yet, ere I leave thee, learn this truth from me : 
 
 To love is happiness ; to hate is woe ! 
 
 And while such actions as deserve to win 
 Thy heart’s affections, make it swell with venom, 
 
 Thou canst not find worse foes than thine own passions, 
 
 Nor torture others as spite tortures thee. [Exit, 1 e. l. h. 
 
 Mich. Braved by this froward boy? Shame and confusion ! 
 
 Yet ’twas ill-judged to urge. Now — now, Dercetus ! 
 
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 ADELG1THA. 
 
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 Enter Dercetus, r. h. 1 e. 
 
 Mich. That portrait — quick ! 
 
 Der . 5 T is here. ( Giving it.) 
 
 Mich. By heavens, the same ! 
 
 ’T is well — retire. [ Exit Dercetus, r. h. 1 E. 
 
 Now ’scape me if thou canst, 
 
 Imperious dame ! This proof secures thee mine ! 
 
 Yes, since I hold her secret, she ’ll be silent ; 
 
 For interest’s chains, though fine, are formed so binding, 
 
 Their strength can fetter e’en a woman’s tongue.* [Exit, R. H. 1 E. 
 
 SCENE II. — The Port of Otranto , 6 g. — An extensive view over 
 the Adriatic Gulf. — Citizens and peasants, of both sexes, are 
 grouped in attitudes of expectation. — Shouts, as scene opens . 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Smile, Apulia, smile once more ! 
 
 All thy grief and fears are o’er — 
 
 Guiscard’s galley seeks thy shore $ 
 
 Smile, Apulia, smile once more ! 
 
 {Thefleet traverses the background.) 
 
 FEMALE PEASANTS. 
 
 Valor now his strength reposes ; 
 
 War at length has smoothed his frown ; 
 
 Duteous love, with freshest roses, 
 
 Wreathes the victor’s laurel crown. 
 
 ( The bugle sounds, 4 e. r. hA 
 chorus. 
 
 Grateful prayers to heaven ascend ! 
 
 Shouts of joy the welkin rend ; 
 
 While in Guiscard’s name we blend 
 Hero, patriot, Sovereign, friend l 
 
 Enter Lothaib, l. h. 1 e. 
 
 {As the Chorus ends a galley arrives from l. h.—Guiscard 
 stands on the deck, attended by Tancred, Rainulf, and 
 knights. — All land.) 
 
 Adelgitha enters, richly dressed, with ladies and attendants , 
 
 1 E. R. H. 
 
 Adel. Guiscard ! 
 
 Guis. My Adelgitha ! 
 
 Adel. (r. c.) Welcome, conqueror ; 
 
 Welcome to this fond heart ! 0, Heaven, how bravely 
 
 The warrior looks, from foreign wars returned, 
 
 When propped upon his sword, with blood incrusted, 
 
 * The offer made by Michael Ducas to Lothair resembles that of Bajazet to Axalla 
 in Tamerlane *, but it appeared to me that the circumstance of Axalla’s princely 
 rank, and of Lothair’s obscure origin, gave so different a turn to the two scenes, 
 that I did not think it necessary to alter mine, merely on account of the similarity of 
 the situations. I dare not conclude this note without expressing a hope that no 
 good-natured critic will accuse me of presumptuously intending to enter into a com¬ 
 petition with Rowe. 
 
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 [ACT IL 
 
 He tells his country, “ Rest, loved parent, rest ! 
 
 Thy son has toiled, and thou may’st sleep securely.” 
 
 My prince, my hero ! 
 
 Guis. (l. c.) Nor at Bari’s siege 
 Looked she less glorious, who descried the javelin 
 Aimed at her husband’s breast, and, rushing forwards. 
 
 Received it in her own ! then — 
 
 Adel. Silence, silence ! 
 
 Guis. Then tearing from her wound the dart, she kissed it, 
 Fainted, yet fainting smiled, and, smiling, cried, 
 
 “ Happy she dies, who dies to save her husband ! ” 
 
 Adel. Blest am I that I did so. 0, that moment 
 Was worth my whole past life ; nor would I barter 
 The scar that wound has left for all the gems 
 Which ocean’s waves have buried. 
 
 Guis. Noble creature ! 
 
 How, how have I deserved so rich a treasure ? ( Embracing her.) 
 
 Enter Michael Ducas, and four guards , 1 e. l. h. 
 
 Michael (aside). Ay, seize the present hour ; ere long I ’ll dash 
 Your cup of joy with bitter. Hail, Apulia ! 
 
 I come to thank thee ; but so vast thy claims, 
 
 No words can pay my debt. 
 
 Favors less great, I own, would please me better, 
 
 And my soul shrinks to count my obligations. 
 
 Guis. The man who boasts a generous heart ne’er grudges 
 That bliss to others which himself esteems 
 Purest and best— the bliss of doing good. 
 
 Think thus, Byzantium ; nor is’t much I give thee ; 
 
 ’T is but thine own, no more ; Durazzo’s thine, 
 
 And soon the Grecian crown — 
 
 Mich. 0, generous spirit, 
 
 Which gives a crown as’t were an orange ! Shame 
 Its fire should only warm Apulia’s rocks ! 
 
 Unsheathe thy sword ; drag from his diamond throne 
 Arabia’s lord, and make his neck thy footstool. 
 
 Thou need’st but will it, and ’t is done. 
 
 Guis. No, emperor, 
 
 I ’ve nor the power nor will. Be mine to rule 
 Not kingdoms widely stretched, but justly governed : 
 
 Few be my subjects, so those few be happy ; 
 
 And, if their hearts be mine, I’ve realms enough. 
 
 Here break we off — 
 
 (To Adelgitiia, who , during these speeches , seems to welcome the 
 knights.) 
 
 Best love, I marvel much 
 You ask not of that danger — 
 
 Adel, (alarmed). How — what danger? 
 
 Guis. Thou hast not heard, then ? — 
 
 Adel. Nothing. 
 
 Guis. Mark, then, — 
 
 Mark and admire. Hot was the fight — death ranged 
 
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 ADELCITHA. 
 
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 Insatiate o’er the field, and his white courser 
 Dyed its mane red in blood. Darts hid the sun, 
 
 And one transfixed my steed. He fell. 
 
 Adel. 0, heavens ! 
 
 Guis. Fell, and the usurper marked his fall. He reached me — 
 
 I saw his falchion gleam. ’T was raised — one moment. 
 
 And all was lost; when, lo ! a youth — 
 
 Adel. A youth ? 
 
 Guis. Sprang from his horse, bestrode me. Fierce as guards 
 Her young the tigress, dealt he blows around : 
 
 Now here, now there, on this side and on that, 
 
 Till his true sword cut through the usurper’s casque. 
 
 Who, on his courser’s neck, sank senseless. 
 
 Adel. Gods ! 
 
 Guis. Then fled the Greeks full fast. The stripling raised me, 
 Gave me his steed, regained Durazzo, scaled 
 Its walls, unbarred the ponderous gates, and bade 
 The imperial flag stream from its towers, loud shouting, 
 
 “ Reign, long reign Michael Ducas ! ” 
 
 Adel. 0, blest youth ! 
 
 0, gallant bearing ! tell me, my dear lord, 
 
 What happy mother boasts so brave a son ? 
 
 How may I thank him best? 0, name him, name him ! 
 
 Guis. {smiling). That youth — behold him in Lothair ! 
 
 Adel. Was’the? 
 
 0, heart — was ’t he, indeed ? 
 
 Guis. He, none but he, 
 
 Whom Adelgitha placed about my person, 
 
 And whom she now must thank for Guiscard’s life. 
 
 Advance, brave youth ! 
 
 Adel, {while Lothair kneels to her). I fostered, reared and loved 
 thee. 
 
 If thou hast cost me care, or ow’dst me duty, 
 
 Thou hast discharged thy debt. — 
 
 {She takes a chain with a cross from her neck , and throws it round 
 Lothair’s.) 
 
 Still wear this jewel ; 
 
 And, while’t is yours, remember, when I gave it 
 I blest the hour that you received existence, 
 
 Since you have lived to rescue Guiscard’s life. 
 
 Mich, {aside). Now should she weep. Right—what exhaustless 
 rivers 
 
 Must female eyes contain ! 
 
 Loth. I fain would thank thee — 
 
 But my full heart— {Rising.) 0, honored, happy Guiscard ! 
 
 1 ’ll call from Heaven no blessings on thy head ; 
 
 Thou hast them all, possessing Adelgitha. 
 
 He, on whom Heaven bestows a wife like her, 
 
 Whate’er his merits, must be still o’erpaid. 
 
 Mich. This praise so fervent — 
 
 Loth. Can I praise her coldly, 
 
 When that I live and that I merit life 
 
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 [ACT II. 
 
 Are both her gifts ? Left at her father’s gate 
 A speechless orphan — 
 
 Adel. {to Loth air). Cease, nor blame that virtue 
 So nice, to hear even praise too warm offends it. 
 
 {Ironically , to Michael.) 0, sir, ’t were excellent did all, like you, 
 Inculcate morals which, like you, they practised ! 
 
 Mich. Such praise outstrips my merit. {Aside.) By yon sun, 
 
 I ’ll be revenged, insulter ! 
 
 Enter Julian, 1 e. r. h. 
 
 Julian {to Guiscard, who has been talking with Tancred, fyc.). 
 Prince, the council — 
 
 Guis. I come — Lothair, attend me. For a while 
 Farewell, best love ! Warriors, farewell, and, trust me, 
 
 The memory of your faith shall live unfading 
 In Guiscard’s grateful heart. Well have ye served me ; 
 
 And, while Apulia boasts such sons, her genius, 
 
 Though hostile myriads storm her sea-beat coasts, 
 
 Shall hear them threaten with a smile of scorn, 
 
 Then with her trident plunge them in the billows. 
 
 Those swords, which struck so hard in foreign lands. 
 
 Shall strike with tenfold strength to guard their own ; 
 
 And, here I swear, while Guiscard rules Apulia, 
 
 Still shall each soldier say, who draws his sword, 
 
 “ My country’s free ; my sovereign’s kind and grateful ; 
 
 His cause is just — and yonder’s one loves justice.” 
 
 [Exit with Lothair and knights , 1 e. r. h., peasants , <§•£., 2 E. L. H» 
 Adel, {going). My gallant Guiscard ! 
 
 Mich. Lady, stay, and deign 
 Some moments’ audience ; but alone. 
 
 Adel, {to her attendants , who go off , r. h.) Withdraw. 
 
 {To Michael, coldly.) Speak, and be brief. 
 
 Mich, {hypocritically). 0, princely dame, unbend 
 That gloomy brow ! Thou seest thy virtue’s convert. 
 
 Grateful you ’ve spared him that remorse which tortures 
 Those who pollute the shrine of female honor. 
 
 I’ve witnessed that remorse ; that dying knight — 
 
 Adel. What knight ? 
 
 Mich. Some years are past, since, at the chase 
 In Astra’s wood I lost my way. Dercetus 
 Alone pursued my steps — night’s shades were rising, 
 
 When, lo ! a groan. We hastened to the place — 
 
 A knight lay stabbed by robbers. “ Come,” he cried, 
 
 “ Strangers, approach ; and, while I’ve breath to tell it. 
 
 Hear the confession of a guilty man, 
 
 And vouch for his remorse.” 0, then he told 
 A tale so sad ! — A maid of noble birth 
 By solemn vows seduced, abandoned, left 
 To shame and anguish — heavy at that hour 
 Sat on his soul her wrongs ; he charged us find her. 
 
 Restore her letters, paint his grief, and bid her 
 
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 ADELGITHA. 
 
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 Pray for the sinful soul of George of Clermont ! — 
 
 The tale affects you, princess. 
 
 Adel. (endeavoring to hide her emotion). Well it may ; 
 
 I cannot choose — but pity — that sad lady. 
 
 Mich. What, pity her, whose guilty heart has revelled 
 In wanton love and pleasure’s wild excess ? 
 
 Perhaps her slips of youth forgot, on others 
 Those fetters now she binds she broke herself; 
 
 Perhaps she rules some fond believing husband, 
 
 Who thinks her now a saint ; but, when he knows her. 
 
 He ’ll throw her from his bosom like a scorpion ; 
 
 And I 'll unmask — 
 
 Adel, (hastily). The warrior named her not ? 
 
 Mich. Name her? ’t was needless ; for the damsel’s letters. 
 
 So fond, so sad, so full of passion ; speaking 
 In every line her love and shame so plainly ! — 
 
 This picture, too, though seventeen years since then 
 Have winged their flight, this swan-like neck must still 
 Be arched and fair ; still must these lips of coral 
 Swell ripe and full ; nor can these eyes have lost 
 All their dark brilliance. — Please you look, fair princess ! 
 
 Nay, look, I pray ! 
 
 (Forcing her to look at the picture. — She casts a hasty glance 
 on it, and starts away in terror. — He proceeds, in a tone of 
 ironical softness.) 
 
 It seems you know these features. 
 
 (In a terrible voice, while he grasps her by the arm.) Now scorn me 
 if thou darest ! (Exit, 1 e. l. h. 
 
 Adel, (after a pause, during which she seems petrified with horror , 
 looks round her with a confused air, then strikes her forehead, 
 and exclaims like one in despair). 1 ’m lost ! I’m lost ! 
 
 TABLEAU. 
 
 END OF ACT II. 
 
 ACT III. 
 
 SCENE I. — The Palace Gardens, 4 G. — On r. h. a bank. — The 
 castle towers are seen through the trees in the background. 
 
 Adegitha, much agitated, enters with a letter, followed by Claudia 
 and Dercetus, 1 e. r. h. 
 
 Adelgitha (to herself). This, this to me? (To Dercetus.) ’T is 
 well ; inform thy lord 
 
 Claudia shall bear my answer. (Aside.) Fiend ! barbarian ! 
 
 Dercetus. Humbly I take my leave. [Exit, 1 e. r. h. 
 
 Adel, (giving way to her emotion). 0, Claudia, Claudia, 
 
 I’m lost, betrayed ! 
 
 Claudia. Most cruel chance which threw you 
 Defenceless in his power ! 
 
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 [ACT III. 
 
 Adel. Read there, and learn 
 His insults and my danger. 
 
 Claud, {looking on the letter). How? an audience — 
 
 Alone — within twelve hours — else, threats that Guiscard 
 Shall know — 
 
 Adel, {in despair). There, there, shall know, shall scorn, shall 
 hate me ! 
 
 Claud. I trust not so. Your heart-felt deep contrition — 
 
 Your charms, your worth, his passion, all will plead. 
 
 Adel. Thou think so, thou who know’st him ? know’st the value 
 He sets on female honor ? No, I ’m lost ! 
 
 Claud. What must be done ? This scroll — 
 
 Thou dar’st not disobey it ! 
 
 Adel. True ; I dare not. 
 
 Hence with these doubts ! I ’ll meet him ! 
 
 Claud. How ? 
 
 Adel. I ’ll meet him, 
 
 Sink at his feet, bathe them with tears, implore him 
 To spare a frantic wretch ; and, if he spurns 
 Me and my griefs — 
 
 Claud. What wilt thou then do ? 
 
 Adel. Die ! 
 
 Die, Claudia, die ! Yes, let the worst befall me, 
 
 That last resource is left me still — a dagger ! 
 
 Better cease to feel, than feel to suffer ; 
 
 And death’s less painful than a life of shame. 
 
 Ye powers, who read the human soul, and long have read 
 Remorse in mine, melt ye his marble heart ! 
 
 Claud. Heaven grant it ! Yet this conference — such close parley. 
 Such frequent meetings, well may raise suspicion — 
 
 Adel, {alarmed). True, true. 
 
 Claud. Should any curious ear surprise 
 Your converse — 
 
 Adel. I were lost! 
 
 Claud. A private passage 
 Leads to St. Hilda’s cave — 
 
 Adel. Right ! there securely — 
 
 Unseen — unheard — 0, shame ! and shall I steal 
 From Guiscard’s sight to meet the wretch who dared 
 Insult my hearing ? Though the skies rained fire 
 I would not ! Lo, where Guiscard comes ; and, surely, 
 
 In search of me. 0, in that hour I see 
 
 Those eyes, which seek me now, contemptuous shun me, 
 
 If I ’ve a dagger and a heart, I swear 
 That hour’s my last ! 
 
 Claud. 0, Heaven ! 
 
 Adel, {firmly). ’T is said, ’t is sworn ! 
 
 I cannot, will not live unloved by Guiscard. 
 
 Could he forgive — who knows ? Twelve years of truth. 
 
 Of lasting love, and deep remorse — I ’ll dare it. 
 
 Claud. What mean’st thou ? 
 
SCENE I.] 
 
 ADELG1THA. 
 
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 Adel. ’T is the crisis of my fate. 
 
 I’m desperate, Claudia, desperate — leave me, leave me ! 
 
 [Exit Claudia, 1 e. r. h. 
 
 Enter Guiscard, 1 e. l. h. 
 
 Guis. (l. h.) At length I ’m free. How tedious seemed the duties 
 Which kept me from thy sight! but now once more 
 I live for love and thee. Why darts thine eye 
 That piercing glance as it would search my soul ? 
 
 Speak, my best love. 
 
 Adel. (r. h.) Thou hast a heart, my Guiscard ; 
 
 Firm, generous, just — 
 
 Guis. That heart is Adelgitha’s. 
 
 Adel . Not virtue’s more ? 
 
 Guis . Not more ; as much : for surely 
 Virtue and Adelgitha form but one. 
 
 Adel. 0, would that now thy heart were mine, mine wholly ! 
 
 Then pity’s sighs should drown the voice of justice, 
 
 And angry honor’s flame be quenched with tears. 
 
 Guis. What means that wish ? Thou surely wouldst not plead 
 The cause of vice ? 
 
 Adel. I ’d plead the cause of weakness. 
 
 Guis. Whose cause? 
 
 Adel . A woman’s and a wretch. 
 
 Guis. What asks she ? 
 
 Adel. Peace, honor, life —and hopes them all from thee! 
 
 Guis . From me ? More plainly speak. 
 
 Adel. Among my damsels 
 Is one, whose faults of youth I blush to name. 
 
 When on her cheek sixteen had scarcely shed 
 The bright reflection of its roseate wings, 
 
 While yet she knew not guile, but thought mankind 
 Pure as her heart — for then her heart was pure — 
 
 A wounded youth beneath her father’s roof 
 
 Found kind protection. Long she nursed him, watched him. 
 
 Pitied and soothed ; and, when she saw him suffer. 
 
 The fond thing wept herself. He was a villain ! 
 
 Prayers, sighs, tears, oaths, nothing was spared to win her. 
 
 She listened and believed ! Her heart was weak — 
 
 She fell ; his heart was false — he fled ! 
 
 Guis. Best love, 
 
 Thy story both affects and pains. 0, spare me 
 The tale of sorrows which admit no cure ! 
 
 Her doom is fixed ; no power can now recall it. 
 
 Honor, like life, once lost, is lost forever ! 
 
 Adel. 0, doom too harsh, 
 
 Which bars out hope, and seals the lips of mercy ! 
 
 If all think thus, what then avails repentance ? 
 
 Why waste brief life in tears ? 
 
 Guis. Were this life 
 
 The only life, perhaps’t were wisely argued. 
 
 But there’s another world, more good, more happy, 
 
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 And hours of pain are paid with heavenly bliss 
 And life eternal. 
 
 But to thy damsel’s tale. Her lover tied — 
 
 Adel. Remorse ne’er left her more — and 0, such anguish — 
 
 Such floods of tears — 
 
 Guis. I fear they flowed not long ; 
 
 Who once has fallen will fall again ; and soon, 
 
 No doubt, the tears which her first lover caused her, 
 
 Some second kissed away. 
 
 Adel. No, Guiscard, no ! 
 
 Though suitors young, and fair, and rich, and noble, 
 
 Sighed at her feet, and vowed themselves her subjects, 
 
 As Dian’s statue cold she heard their suit, 
 
 And for that false one’s sake rejected all. 
 
 But then came one 
 
 So past all praise, so perfect ! — whom to see 
 And love was equal. This wondrous man — 
 
 Born to be loved and love — this man, o’er whom 
 You hold much power — 
 
 Guis. Ha ! no — thou canst not mean it — 
 
 Thou canst not wish I should exert that power 
 To place pollution in his arms, and bind 
 With Hymen’s sacred bands a wanton’s temples. 
 
 She loves, thou say’st — dares love a man of honor? 
 
 Were she his wife — 
 
 Adel. She is ! ( Hastily , and with great emotion.) 
 
 Guis. What ! — holds my court 
 One man so dead to shame, so blind with passion, 
 
 He with a wanton shares his name ? 
 
 Adel. He knew not — 
 
 Guis. Knew not ? 
 
 Adel. Knows not now — 
 
 Guis. What sayest thou ? 
 
 Adel. Her passion for her lord — her pure, strict morals — 
 
 Twelve years, in virtue passed, concealed — 
 
 Guis. 0, monstrous ! 
 
 Twelve years concealed ? 
 
 Twelve years? What! Did she feign so well, then ? 
 
 Was she so arch a mistress in dissembling? 
 
 Fy, fy ! ’t is odious ! ( Crosses to K. H.) 
 
 Adel. (extremely agitated). Yet one word —one question : 
 
 Say’t were thy case ; should some most dear relation — 
 
 Thy friend of youth — thy much-loved sister — 
 
 Guis. ( violently). Mine! 
 
 Proceed not! Mine ! my sister ! mine ! O, gods ! 
 
 Were I so cursed, and owned I such a shame, 
 
 And were my heart so base as still to love her, 
 
 I ’a tear that heart out. 
 
 Adel. Guiscard ! 
 
 Guis. Far let her fly 
 
 From all the world, but most of all from me ! 
 
 Adel. ( with a cry of pain). My heart will burst I 
 
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 Guis. Just heavens ! 
 
 My love, my life ! 
 
 Adel. Fear not — a sudden faintness —- 
 
 Guis. Nay, but thou ’rt wondrous pale ; and no one ’s near — 
 Rest on this bank — ’tis well ; I ’ll fly for help. (Going.) 
 
 Adel. (seated on bank, R. h.) No, no ! 
 
 Guis. I ’ll straight return. Ho, Claudia, Claudia ! 
 
 [Exit, 1 E. R. H. 
 
 Adel. (after a pause, clasps her hands and raises them to heaven). 
 No aid — no mercy — no resource ! (She remains as if stupefied.) 
 
 Lothair advances through the trees, it. e. l. h. 
 
 Loth air (l h.). But soft! the princess here alone and weeping l 
 Adel. 0, Lothair ! 
 
 Loth, (throws himself at her feet). 0, pardon this presumption ! 
 Can I witness 
 
 Those tears, nor ask their cause, and seek to dry them ? 
 
 Can I assist — console — relieve ? 
 
 Adel. Relief? 
 
 My woes admit of none. 
 
 Loth. O, say not so ! 
 
 My arm, my soul, are thine. I ’ll search — I ’ll find — 
 
 Some means may sure be found. 0, deign to trust me l 
 Thou canst not doubt the creature of thy bounty — 
 
 The orphan youth whose life’s thy gift. 
 
 Michael Lucas appears at back, u. e. r. h. 
 
 Adel. Thou generous youth ! 
 
 Michael. How ! kneeling at her feet ? 
 
 Adel. Yes, yes ; I ’ll trust thee ! Thou shalt know my danger ; 
 Then counsel, aid — and save me if thou canst. 
 
 There is a secret— (Here Michael Ducas comes down c.) 
 
 Ha, Byzantium ! 
 
 Mich. So ! 
 
 My thoughts then wronged you not. Your heart, it seems. 
 
 Is not such ice but youthful fires can melt it ? 
 
 You counted me your dupe ? No, no ! I guessed 
 Some happier rival steeled your heart, not virtue ; 
 
 And when this morn I marked your fond emotion. 
 
 Your blush while round his neck you hung yon jewel. 
 
 That rival stood confest. ’T is plain — confirmed. 
 
 Marry, the scene’s well chosen ! — murmuring streams •— 
 
 Soft beds of fragrant flowers — convenient shades — 
 
 And amorous ring-doves cooing o’er your heads. 
 
 While your love kneels before you — 
 
 Adel. Base aspersion I 
 Gods, do I live to hear it? 
 
 Loth. (l. h.) Mark me, prince ; 
 
 Had living man but Imma’s father spoken 
 
 Those words, my sword had struck him dead already. 
 
 What means thy charge ? Thou canst not give it credit 
 Thyself! Her spotless virtue — • 
 
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 Mich. Hers ? her virtue ? 
 
 Ha, ha ! tell others that strange tale. ( Laughing spitefully.) 
 
 Adel . 0, heavens ! 
 
 Mich. For me, I ’ve found her art ; the spell is broken ; 
 
 I know her frail and false — 
 
 Loth . Now blisters seize 
 His tongue who calls her so ! 
 
 Adel. {anxiously ). Lothair, Lothair, 
 
 This warmth destroys me ! 
 
 Loth. Should I bear with patience 
 To hear thee wronged, thou best and purest ? No ! 
 
 He ’s no man who listens calmly while a woman’s slandered. 
 
 ( To Michael.) She frail ? 0, insult past enduring ! 
 
 She ? • — unheard-of falsehood ! 
 
 Mich, {furious). How ! 
 
 Loth. Yes, emperor, yes ; 
 
 Whate’er thy rank, I ’m for this hour thy equal. 
 
 I say ’t is false ! and, though an angel spoke it, 
 
 I ’d still repeat — “ the charge is false as hell ! ” 
 
 Mich. What, this to me? Thou contradict me, thou? 
 
 Soars thy presumption then a pitch so high ? 
 
 Minion, because thy silken locks have snared 
 That fond one’s heart — 
 
 Loth. 0, gods ! yet, yet be wise — 
 
 The rage which boils my blood — 
 
 Mick. Dost think I fear it ? 
 
 Let thy rage blaze forth ; ’twill move my laughter ; 
 
 And, if thou need’st more insults to provoke thee, 
 
 This makes the measure full! ( Striking him.) 
 
 Loth. {drawing his sword). Draw, draw, this moment ! ( Frantic 
 with passion.) 
 
 Draw and defend thyself ! 
 
 Mich. This to thy heart, boy ! ( They ftaht.) 
 
 Adel. Help, help ! 
 
 Mich. ( raising his sword to stab him). Thou diest! 
 
 Adel. {throwing herself before Lothair). Hold, tyrant, hold, or 
 stab him through my bosom ! 
 
 Guis. {without , r. h. u. e.) Speed, Claudia, speed ! 
 
 Adel, {starting). My husband’s voice ! 
 
 Mich, {menacing). He comes ! 
 
 Now tremble ! 
 
 Enter Guiscard hastily , followed by Claudia, Julian, Tancred and 
 eight guards , u. e. r. h. 
 
 Guis. Clash of arms ! how’s this, Lothair ? 
 
 Byzantium too ? their swords unsheathed ? Explain ! 
 
 Speak, princess ! 
 
 Adel. Guiscard — terror chokes my voice ; 
 
 I cannot. {She leans on Claudia.) 
 
 Mich, {soothing). Yet what fear’sfc thou now, dear lady ? 
 
 The danger’s past; thou ’rt safe. ]|pst mark ? quite safe. 
 
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 ADELGITHA. 
 
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 ’T is I who tells thee so, thy friend, thy servant. 
 
 Whose proudest boast will be, he saved thy honor ! {Expressively.) 
 Adel. ( comprehending him). Ha ! then there’s hope again ! 
 
 Guis. Her honor ? — saved ! 
 
 From whom ? 
 
 Mich. I wandered near this spot, when shrieks 
 Alarmed my hearing. Hither swift I sped, 
 
 And lo ! thy wife by ruffian grasp detained — 
 
 That ruffian was Lothair. 
 
 Guis. (r. C. ) Lothair ? 
 
 Adel. (l. c., struck with horror and surprise ). 0, monster ! 
 
 Loth. (r. h., confounded). How, how ! 
 
 Mich. (l. h.) He drew his falchion — mine already 
 Was bared in virtue’s cause— and fierce we fought 
 Till by thy footsteps scared — 
 
 Loth. 0, monstrous ! Princely Guiscard, 
 
 If e’er I harbored in my breast one wish, 
 
 One thought injurious to thy consort’s virtue, 
 
 May Heaven’s red arm — but why assert my innocence ? 
 
 The princess knows it ; to her lips I ’ll trust me. 
 
 Mich. And by that test I ’ll stand. Speak, Adelgitha ; 
 
 Thy suffrage none can doubt. Declare the truth, 
 
 Unmask the traitor, and confirm my tale. {Significantly .) 
 
 Adel. No, I can bear no more. Unmask the traitor ? 
 
 I will ; and show his guilt so black, so hideous. 
 
 The sickening sun shall veil his orb in clouds, 
 
 And think mankind no longer worth his care. 
 
 Hear me, my lord ; if there is faith in woman, 
 
 I now assert Lothair is — 
 
 Mich. {interrupting her, and showing the picture, unseen by all but 
 Adelgitha, on whom the attention of the rest is entirely fixed). 
 Lady,lady, 
 
 Beware ! {Aside.) 
 
 Guis. and Loth. Speak, speak ! 
 
 Mich, {pointing to the picture and threatening). Beware ! 
 
 Adel. {hesitating). Lothair is — guilty ! {Falls on Claudia’s bo¬ 
 som, l. h. c.) 
 
 Loth. Gods ! did I hear aright ? 
 
 Mich, {aside). I triumph ! 
 
 Guis. Miscreant ! 
 
 Ho, Julian ! Bear yon villain hence, and chain him 
 Deep in the western tower. 
 
 Adel, {entreating). He saved your life. 
 
 Guis. To load it with disgrace ? Ten thousand lives 
 Could not repay the outrage ! 
 
 Bear him away. 
 
 Loth. One word. By what strange spell 
 Yon dark magician in his chains has bound me 
 I know not ; but I know myself most guiltless, 
 
 And thee, prince, most deceived. I ’ll say no more. 
 
 Do with me what thou wilt ; whate’er thou dost. 
 
 The memory of thy bounties past shall never 
 
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 [ACT III. 
 
 Die in thy servant’s heart ; the axe that kills 
 My life shall spare that grateful love I bear thee. 
 
 E’en at the block 
 
 Pray that thou ne’er may’st know I perished guiltless, 
 
 And plead in yonder world of truth and peace 
 My sovereign’s cause with Him to whom he sent me. 
 
 (To Adelgitha, sternly). For thee, who — 
 
 (He stops, crosses over to her, takes off the jewel which she gave him, 
 restores it with a look of mingled grief and anger, and goes off 
 in silence, l. h. 1 e. — Julian and guards follow him , 
 l. h. 1 E.) 
 
 Adel, (aside). Death is sure less painful — Guiscard — 
 
 My bosom bleeds, my brain turns round — Lothair — 
 
 His youth, his worth — I know not what I say — 
 
 But spare him ! 
 
 Guis. Think, my love, how base the crime 
 Of him thou bid’st me spare. His outrage wronged 
 Not thee alone, but all thy sex in thee — 
 
 That sex which should have claimed his best protection. 
 
 Who strikes his dagger in a female’s heart 
 Acts kinder than who stains that female’s honor ; 
 
 Death being happier than a shameful life, 
 
 Since she who lives to shame but lives to suffer. 
 
 Mich. 0, true, most true ! (Aside to Adelgitha.) Thou hear’st 
 him, princess? 
 
 Adel, (aside). Fiend ! 
 
 ( To Guiscard.) And can then Adelgitha sue in vain 
 To Guiscard ? Can my tears — 
 
 Mich. Those tears are fruitless ; 
 
 Thy lord is firm ; and, while you sue, fair princess, 
 
 Forget not that I hold your suit an insult 
 
 To me, the accuser, me. (In a low voice.) Speak one more word. 
 And all’s revealed. I hate that boy — he dies ! 
 
 Adel. Why, then, my fate is fixed. Hope, fire thee well ! 
 
 I ’ll cease to weary Heaven with prayers for blessings. 
 
 Beset with foes — caught in the toils — distracted — 
 
 I ’ll pray no more, or only pray to die. 
 
 Death heals all wounds ; with life all sorrows cease : 
 
 And Heaven will show that mercy man denies. [ Exit wildly, 1 e. r. h. 
 Guis. Claudia, follow. [ Exit Claudia, 1 e. r. h. 
 
 Mich. Ha ! this strong emotion — 
 
 These tears — this frantic anguish — in some eyes 
 Would seem suspicious — 
 
 Guis. Not in mine, Byzantium ; 
 
 I judge the hearts of others by my own. 
 
 Mich. Methinks Lothair might make you justly doubt 
 The prudence of this system ; well might raise 
 That boy’s ingratitude some slight regret 
 For lavished care and bounty misapplied. 
 
 Guis. No, emperor, I regret not what I’ve done. 
 
 But that his vice prevents my doing more. 
 
 Twelve years I cherished that delightful thought, 
 
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 “ Virtue was his, and that to me he owed it.” 
 
 The dream is flown ; but shall I count as nothing 
 A dream so long, so flattering while it lasted ? 
 
 Can his foul actions stain my fair intent, 
 
 Or does his falsehood make my act less generous ? 
 
 Mich. I must perforce admire such lofty thoughts ; 
 
 Yet more admire the theory than the practice. 
 
 Farewell, Apulia : still pursue thy system ; 
 
 Still think all men are just, all women faithful; 
 
 Still fly conviction’s light ; still love, still trust, 
 
 Still find thyself deceived — but ne’er grow wiser. [Exit, 1 E. L. H. 
 
 Guis. Ungrateful, false Lothair ! 
 
 But no ; I ’ll not lament the good I ’ve done him ; 
 
 But that his vice prevents my doing more. 
 
 Of man’s ingratitude let those complain 
 
 Whose bounty flows to serve themselves, not others ; 
 
 But he ne’er thinks his kindness ill-rewarded 
 
 Who acts as virtue bids, for virtue’s sake. [Exit, 1 e. r. h. 
 
 END OF ACT III. 
 
 ACT IV. 
 
 SCENE I. — A Gothic Chnmber, 1 g. 
 
 Enter Guiscard, 1 e. l. h., followed by Imma. 
 
 Imma. Stay, princely Guiscard, 
 
 And soothe a wretch’s anguish. 
 
 A fearful tale has reached me ; 
 
 He’s false ; his life is forfeit ! 0, that thought 
 Struck like a dagger to my heart ! I shrieked. 
 
 And, wild with anguish, hither flew to plead 
 For one — the falsest — dearest — for Lothair ! 
 
 Guiscard . What, plead for one whose crime — 
 
 Im. I know it all. 
 
 His crime, its penalty, and my despair. 
 
 0, judge from this how vast my love’s excess ; 
 
 I know him faithless, and adore him still. 
 
 Guis. And did Lothair possess so rich a gem 
 As Imma’s heart, and throw that gem away? 
 
 Im. What have I done? 0, thoughtless girl ! 
 
 Forget my words — forget my wrongs, my love. 
 
 And only heed my tears and my despair ! 
 
 Spare him, 0 spare him ! 
 
 Guis. Cease, unhappy fair one, 
 
 To urge a suit I cannot, must not grant ! 
 
 Im. 0, heavens ! 
 
 Enter Julian, 1 e. l. h. 
 
 Julian. A Grecian vessel 
 
 Rides in the port, my prince, and brings, ’t is said, 
 
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 [ACT IV. 
 
 Terms of submission from the rebel emperor, 
 
 Vanquished Alexius. 
 
 Guis. Straight I come— * (Julian retires up l. h.) 
 
 Im. 0, Guiscard, 
 
 Leave me not thus ! Lothair ! — one look of mercy — 
 
 One word of hope — 
 
 Guis. Could you peruse my heart. 
 
 Princess, you’d know a king’s most painful moments , 
 
 Are when he sees such tears, and must not dry them. 
 
 Too blest were monarchs if, when grief implores. 
 
 They dared indulge that pity which they feel. 
 
 But he who wisely thinks and justly governs, 
 
 If prudence and compassion strive, forgets not 
 Mercy, though sweet, can but relieve a few ; 
 
 But justice is that good which blesses all. [ Exit . 
 
 Im. He leaves me to despair. Lost, wretched maid ! 
 
 Where shall I turn me ? Ah ! how changed my prospects 
 From those so beauteous, which were mine this morn ! 
 
 Lothair returned — was faithful — and was Imma’s. 
 
 He ’s false — his life is lost — and mine’s a blank 1 
 
 Jul. He ’s gone, and none observe us. Hear me, princess. 
 
 (Down l. H.) 
 
 Im. 0, leave me to my grief! 
 
 Jul. I come to soothe it. 
 
 Im. How ? Speak ! 
 
 Jul. I guard Lothair — 
 
 Im. And wilt thou save him ? 
 
 Say “Yes,” and I ’ll adore thee ! 
 
 Jul. Born in Spain, 
 
 I languish for my native land ; and wilt thou 
 Provide such sums as may from want secure me, 
 
 This night I ’ll fly from Guiscard and Otranto, 
 
 And make Lothair the partner of my fate. 
 
 Im. 0, words of rapture ! Speed thy flight, good fellow ! 
 
 My wealthy my gems, rich diamonds, blushing rubies. 
 
 And chains of pearl, which decked a Persian queen, 
 
 All, all are thine ! 
 
 Jul. Beneath the western tower, 
 
 Soon as ’t is dark, expect me. Thine own hand 
 
 Shall break thy lover’s chains. Hark ! some one comes ! 
 
 Farewell! till night be cautious. [Exit , 1 E. L. H. 
 
 Im. He shall live, then ; 
 
 Lothair shall live ! but 0, he’s false ! no matter, 
 
 He lives, and lives through me ; the rest I ’ll heed not. 
 
 O, could my heart, laid bleeding on the scaffold, 
 
 Redeem thy life, Lothair, I’d gladly rend 
 
 The trembler from my breast, and tell thee, dying, 
 
 “ See, false one, see how fond a heart you stabbed ! ” [Exit, 1 e. l. h. 
 
 Enter Michael Ducas and Claudia, 1 e. r. ii. 
 
 Michael ( holding a letter). She has judged wisely. Had my threats 
 been scorned. 
 
SCENE I.] 
 
 ADELGITHA. 
 
 31 
 
 This night, though’t were my last, had made her story 
 Public as the air she breathes. “ St. Hilda’s cavern ? 
 
 While Guiscard’s at the banquet ? ” ’T is enough. 
 
 Claudia . 0, send some words of comfort to my friend! 
 
 Lothair — 
 
 Mich. She loves him. 
 
 Claud, {eagerly). By my hopes of heaven — 
 
 Mich. Well, well, I know not. O’er my heart’t is certain 
 She holds strange power. Perhaps her prayers may move me 
 To spare Lothair, repress my fatal passion, 
 
 And yield those letters which — but should she fail me — 
 
 Claud. She will not, be assured. 0, prince, show mercy ; 
 
 And, when thou need’st it, Heaven will show it thee. [Exit, 1 E, r. h. 
 
 Mich. Go, thou dull thing, and from experience learn 
 That Michael ne’er forgave where once he hated ! 
 
 “ St. Hilda’s cave.” ’T will suit my purpose well — 
 
 Close to the sea. But, lo ! Apulia comes. 
 
 Ha ! Alciphron ? 
 
 Eater Guiscard, with a parchment, and Alciphron, 1 E. L. H. 
 
 Guis . Offers so fair deserve 
 Acceptance, and I ’ll urge it strongly, doubt not. 
 
 Wait thou apart. 
 
 Alciphron. Humbly I thank your highness. [Exit. 
 
 Guis. Health to Byzantium’s emperor ! For that title 
 At length is thine not more in right than fact. 
 
 Mich. Indeed ! Brought Alciphron — 
 
 Guis. Alexius proffers to throw wide his portals, 
 
 So thou ’It engage to spare his life, and those 
 Whose names this scroll contains. 
 
 Mich, {reading). “ Constantius ” — “ Phocas ” — 
 
 “ Gratian ” — Men potent with Byzantium’s rabble ; 
 
 Who bear towards me such deadly hate as tigers 
 Bear towards the crocodile ! And shall they live 
 To prate of slaughtered sons, and wives dishonored. 
 
 And with such piteous tales excite the crowd 
 Again to hurl me from my throne ? No, no ! 
 
 Such men I dare not pardon ! 
 
 Guis. Dare not, say’st thou ? 
 
 0, phrase ill-suited to imperial lips ! 
 
 Kings should fear nothing but deserving censure ; 
 
 And he who dares not pardon should not reign. 
 
 Mich. Gods, give me patience ! Is’t not then enough 
 To know yon cave contains a sleeping lion, 
 
 But must I wait his rousing to dispatch him, 
 
 And feel the monster’s teeth before I stab ? 
 
 By Heaven ! ’t were better ne’er to see Byzantium, 
 
 Than see it in such fear, and spread my couch 
 Nightly on snakes ! 
 
 Guis. And art thou yet to learn 
 E’en snakes, if gently used, are rendered harmless. 
 
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 [ACT IV. 
 
 And dance obedient to their tasker’s flute ? 
 
 Be the world’s friend, and none will be thy foes. 
 
 Mich. (looking on the parchment). What’s this ? 
 
 The patriarch Priscillian ? — that false priest. 
 
 Who rudely tore the diadem from my brow, 
 
 And bound it round my rival’s ? Critias, too ! 
 
 Eudoxus ! Cleon ! (Furious.) Now, by Heaven, not one. 
 
 Not one of them shall live ! The slaves, the traitors ? 
 
 Byzantium mine one hour, thus, thus I ’ll use them. 
 
 And strew their limbs thus round me ! (fearing the parchment , 
 
 throws it down on l. h., and crosses to R. h.) 
 
 Guis. ’T is enough. 
 
 Ho, Alciphron ! 
 
 Enter Alciphron, 1 e. l. h. 
 
 Guis. (pointing to the parchment). Read there your answer. 
 
 Alcip. (starting). Prince ! 
 
 Guis. When first your exiled sovereign sought my aid, 
 
 I saw his sufferings and forgot his faults — 
 
 Pitied the monarch and excused the man. 
 
 I thought, too, in adversity’s rough school 
 
 He sure had learnt some lessons which might teach him 
 
 To govern well, if e’er again he governed. 
 
 I was deceived. Michael rejects your terms. 
 
 Yet tell Alexius this from me — if e’er 
 On Michael’s side again I draw my falchion. 
 
 May my right arm sink withered ! 
 
 Mich, (stamping in rage). How? Confusion! 
 
 Alcip. Then, tyrant, do thy worst. We fear thee not. 
 
 (To Guiscard.) But since from him estranged, 0 let Alexius 
 Hope that Apulia’s aid — 
 
 Guis . (with dignity). Presumptuous Greek, 
 
 Urge that bold suit no further ! Guiscard’s sword 
 Shall ne’er be drawn in a usurper’s cause. 
 
 Whate’er his faults, there stands your rightful monarch ; 
 
 And thougirmy arms no more oppose Alexius, 
 
 Still shall he find ere long celestial vengeance 
 Pursue the rebel who dethroned his king ! 
 
 Quit thou my realm ! No more ! [ Exit Alciphron. 
 
 Prince, thou hast heard me, 
 
 And here our ill-assorted union ends. 
 
 No further aid — 
 
 Mich, (malignant). Nay, show thy spite at once. 
 
 And send me to the usurper’s throne in chains. 
 
 Durazzo shall reward thee. 
 
 Guis. Emperor, no ! 
 
 What Guiscard once has given, he ne’er resumes. 
 
 Durazzo’s yours — ’t was conquered in your name, —. 
 
 And thither safely shall my barks conduct you. 
 
 That done, my service ends. To gain Byzantium, 
 
 What further course you choose — 
 
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 83 
 
 Mich. Should that course prosper, 
 
 I ’ll first employ my power to wreak on thee 
 My vengeance for this scorn. There lies my gage 
 In token of defiance ; and that hatred, 
 
 Which here I swear, shall to the grave pursue thee, 
 
 Deep, deadly, and unchanged ! 
 
 Guis. Stretch to the utmost 
 Thy power to vex Apulia and its lord ; 
 
 With barks, like locust-^Jouds, o’erspread the ocean ; 
 
 Rob all thy realms of men, and at one effort 
 Pour thy whole population on our coasts : 
 
 Still shalt thou see thy squadrons, like ripe corn 
 Beneath the reaper’s scythe, laid low, encountering 
 The patriot subjects of a patriot prince, 
 
 Who loves his people, whom his people love. 
 
 Skulk as thou may’st behind thy brazen bulwarks 
 Of hired Varangians and degenerate Greeks, 
 
 I ’ll find thee, doubt not ; hew my desperate passage 
 Through swords and shields ; nor shall my arm know rest 
 Till on thy casque my trusty sword has cleft 
 Byzantium’s crown in twain. 
 
 Mich. I ’ll hear no more — ( Drawing a dagger.) 
 
 Vain boaster, die ! 
 
 (Attempts to stab Guiscard, who wrests the dagger from him.) 
 Guis. Ha ! (A pause , after which he returns the dagger.) Take 
 thy steel again, 
 
 And use it to a nobler end.— (Michael stamps in rage.) —How now? 
 Enter Rainulf, 1 e. l. h. 
 
 Rain. Lothair has fled, my prince — the traitor Julian 
 Has loosed his chains, and shares his flight. 
 
 Guis. Pursue them, 
 
 And straight inform me, should Lothair be found. 
 
 [Exit Rainulfe 
 
 Prince, farewell ! 
 
 We meet no more, except we meet in battle, 
 
 Where one of us must fall. [Exit, 1 E 
 
 Mich. Ay, triumph now — but soon thy haughty front 
 Shall strike the earth in anguish ! — Now, Dercetus. 
 
 Enter Dercetus, 1 e. r. h. 
 
 Mich. Say, is the bark prepared ? 
 
 Der. Among the rocks 
 ’T is anchored. 
 
 Mich. Call my slaves — collect my treasure — 
 
 And straight conduct my daughter to the vessel. 
 
 This night we quit Otranto. 
 
 Der. How? this night? 
 
 Mich. Durazzo’s mine, and thither points our course. 
 
 Speed, speed, my friend. [Exit Dercetus, 1 E. R. H. 
 
 And thou, good, doaJing husband, 
 
 Dream on securely, while far hence I bear 
 
 . L. H. 
 
 . L. H. 
 
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 ADELGITHA. 
 
 [ACT IV. 
 
 Thy souPs most precious treasure ! Thus the pilgrim, 
 
 "While near his couch the snake creeps slow and silent. 
 
 Slumbers unconscious on some flowery bank. 
 
 Sweet is his rest; his dreams are bright — when, lo 1 
 Peep strikes the sting, and the wretch wakes to anguish. 
 
 [ Exit , 1 E. R. H. 
 
 SCENE II. — A Cavern, 4 and 5 G. — Through a natural arch in the 
 centre of the back scene the sea is visible^vith the moon shining on 
 it. — On r. h. 3 e. is a rough-hewn staircase, conducting to an up¬ 
 per gallery. — On l. h. 3 e. is the mouth of an inner cave, partly 
 overgrown with ivy and other tangling weeds. It is ornamented 
 with a cross, an image, a skull, and cross-bones, fyc. — On the 
 centre flat is the great entrance to the cavern. 
 
 Julian enters with a torch, conducting Lothair and Imma, by the 
 great entrance, c.flat, arch . 
 
 Julian (i to Lothair). Here thou may’st rest in safety, while I seek 
 The bark to bear us hence. But, gentle princess. 
 
 First let me guide thee back — 
 
 Lothair (to Imma). And must you go ? 
 
 O, first repeat the assurance that no longer 
 You doubt his faith who only lives for you ! 
 
 Say that no more you ’ll wrong your charms by thinking 
 The heart can ever change that once is yours ; 
 
 And swear by yon fair moon, whose mournful radiance 
 Silvers the billows which must waft me hence, 
 
 No power of absence and no rival’s arts 
 Shall e’er efface Lothair from Imma’s bosom. 
 
 Imma . Alas I before your lips affirmed your truth. 
 
 So much I hoped you true, I half believed it. 
 
 Yet still such proofs — my father’s heavy charge — 
 
 And she, pure honor’s mirror, Adelgitha, 
 
 She, toqjfc^ttested — Hence, distracting doubts ! 
 
 For I wm credit what I wish were true ! 
 
 Still, dear enchanter, breathe those magic vows 
 
 Which charmed to rest the tempest of my bosom l 
 
 E’en though you ’re false, persuade me that you ’re faithful; 
 
 E’en though you hate me, swear I’m fondly loved ; 
 
 Close to my heart I ’ll press the sweet delusion, 
 
 And kiss the veil that hides such cruel truths. 
 
 Loth. And will these sounds, which on his parting ear 
 Vibrate so sweetly, greet Lothair’s return? 
 
 Soon at thy beauty’s shrine adoring monarchs 
 
 Shall boast they bear thy chains, and swear in rapture, 
 
 “ If crowns are brilliant, ’t is when Imma wears them.’ 
 
 Pleased while you listen to the flattering tale, 
 
 All thoughts of passion past will fade away, 
 
 And in some rival’s arms thou ’It ne’er remember 
 A wretch like me exists. 
 
SCENE II.] 
 
 ADELGITHA. 
 
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 Im. Unjust suspicions ! 
 
 O, would ’t were in my power at once to crush them, 
 
 And share thy flight, thy dangers, and thy woes ! 
 
 But, 0, that fearful thought, my father’s curse ! — 
 
 A father who, whate’er his faults to others. 
 
 Has none to me ! — No, no, I dare not grieve him, 
 
 And we must part, Lothair. ( Weeping,) 
 
 Jul. Your pardon, princess — 
 
 Time flies—your absence may create suspicions. 
 
 Whose danger — 
 
 Im, Straight I come — and whither wilt thou. 
 
 Dear friend, direct thy wandering course ? 
 
 Lotk, Thou know’st 
 
 The Christian kings prepare a potent force 
 To free the holy land from hands of heathens : 
 
 I ’ll aid the attempt. Who knows but Heaven may grant me 
 To hurl some fierce barbarian from that throne 
 His foul idolatry and crimes pollute? 
 
 O, then how swift my keel shall cut the billows ! 
 
 Love’s purple wing shall agitate the air 
 To swell my sails, and waft me back to Europe, 
 
 In Imma’s eyes to read my purest praises, 
 
 And lay at Imma’s feet my heart and sceptre. 
 
 Im. Come thus, and Imma’s thine ; but, should’st thou fall. 
 
 Best thou assured, my love, no rival e’er 
 
 Shall clasp this hand, on which thy lips have rested. 
 
 A cloistered mourner, wrapt in sable weeds, 
 
 I ’ll weep thy loss till life be wept away. 
 
 Farewell! — 0 Heaven 1 Farewell! [ Exit , c. F. arch, 
 
 Jul . I ’ll straight return. 
 
 Wait thou in yonder cave. [Exit, c. f. arch, 
 
 [Exit Lothair into the cave , l. h. 3 e. 
 
 Adelgitha, with a torch , descends the flight of steps, r. h. 3 e. 
 Adel, Not come yet ? 
 
 (She fixes the torch in a crevice of the rock , r. h.) 
 Then I ’ve still some moments left 
 To think — to pray 1 
 
 (She sinks on her knees , and raises her hands to heaven.) 
 Save me ! ( A pause , after which she rises.) 
 
 How dread this silence l 
 
 The night-wind chills my blood — the pale, cold moon — 
 
 These echoing rocks — the murmuring waves — 
 
 Mich. (without , u. e. r. h.) Sure yon torch — 
 
 Adel. He comes. His voice seems thunder to my ear. 
 
 Now, then, for life or death ! 
 
 Enter Michael Ducas, c. f. arch. 
 
 Mich. (l. h.) Lo, where she stands, 
 
 Destined to crown at once my love and vengeance ! 
 Now, princess, — ha ! I miss that high demeanor, 
 
36 
 
 ADELGITHA. 
 
 [ACT IV. 
 
 Inspiring such respect when last we parleyed : 
 
 No scornful smile, no virtuous lightnings flashing 
 Quick from thy eye to strike presumption dead. 
 
 Nay, speak ; and let me hear thy lips once more 
 School with condign reproof licentious passion, 
 
 And teach how great Salerno’s virtuous daughter 
 “ Sees nothing fearful but deserved disgrace ! ” 
 
 Adel. (r. h.) I’m humbled, weak, a sufferer — and a woman. 
 Now, if thou hast the heart, insult me still. 
 
 Mich. Insult thee ? No, ungrateful ! those bright eyes 
 Still o’er my heart hold an unbounded empire. 
 
 Fain would I hush t&y grief — 
 
 Adel. 0, if thou would’st, 
 
 How easy were the task ! Look on me, prince ! 
 
 Grief tears my heart ; my eyes are swollen with weeping ; 
 
 And thou may’st calm that heart, and dry those eyes. 
 
 Those fatal letters — yield them to my prayers ; 
 
 Save me from shame, and I ’ll through life implore 
 Heaven on thy head to shower its choicest blessings. 
 
 Mich. Nay, we ’ll not trouble Heaven, fair dame. In thee 
 I see that blessing which my soul most covets, 
 
 And mine it must be ! 
 
 I hate thy Guiscard ! 
 
 I find his dearest gems are thee and honor, 
 
 And both this night are lost ! 
 
 Adel. ( starting). Mean’st thou — 
 
 Mich. This night 
 I ’ll bear thee hence, 
 
 And brand the man I hate with shame immortal ! 
 
 Thou ’rt in my power — 
 
 Adel. No, tyrant, thou ’rt deceived ! 
 
 I ’ve still one refuge left ; and here I swear, 
 
 Ere Guiscard’s cheek shall know one tear of grief, 
 
 Or blush of shame occasioned by my fault. 
 
 In death’^mbrace I ’ll shelter me from thine, 
 
 And stab my heart rather than Guiscard’s honor. 
 
 Mich. ( ironically ). Thou’It die? Alas! I’m skilled in woman ’3 
 courage ; 
 
 And know what vows she swears, and how she keeps them. 
 
 Swords, precipices, poison, racks and flames, 
 
 Viewed in perspective, she esteems mere trifles ; 
 
 But, when the moment comes, she thinks’t were pity 
 To stain a skin so very white with blood ; 
 
 So wipes her eyes and lays aside her dagger. 
 
 Adel. Unmanly slanderer ! 
 
 Mich, {fiercely). Yet, though fate had sworn 
 The hour which made thee mine should hear thy knell, 
 
 Mine would I make thee still ! 
 
 Adel. Barbarian, fiend ! 
 
 Thou lov’st as others hate. 
 
 Mich. Though pleasure fly me, 
 
ADELGITHA. 
 
 SCENE II.] 
 
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 I ’ll quaff full draughts from sweet revenge’s bowl; 
 
 Living thou ’rt mine — 
 
 AdeL And dead ? — 
 
 Mick, Thou art not Guiscard’s ; 
 
 And that’s some comfort still, ( Crosses to R. H.) 
 
 Adel. {drawing a dagger). Then take that comfort, 
 
 And triumph o’er my corse 1 {Offering to stab herself.) 
 
 Mich. Rash woman, hold ! ( Wrests the dagger from her , and 
 throws it on the ground. ) And now—- 
 AdeL 0, treacherous arm ! ( Crosses to r. h.) 
 
 Mich. No power can save thee. 
 
 Know, ’mid yon rocks e’en now the vessel waits 
 Destined to waft thee hence, 
 
 AdeL 0 heavens 2 
 Mich. Away, then, 
 
 I ’ll bear thee to the bark. 
 
 AdeL {throws herself cut his feet). I sink before thee ; 
 
 She kneels to thee, who ne’er yet knelt to man. 
 
 Have thou compassion 1 
 Mich. None, none ! 
 
 Adel, {in a terrible voice , while she seizes the dagger , which lies 
 near her , and starts from the ground ), Then perish, tyrant 2 
 ( Stabs him.) 
 
 Mich. 0, murderess 1 {He staggers back some paces , and falls 
 senseless on the earth.) 
 
 AdeL {who has remained in a menacing attitude , starts with hor¬ 
 ror at the last word). Murderess? Right, right ; ’tis now 
 my fittest name ! 
 
 Rise, demons, rise ! ’t is Adelgitha calls you ; 
 
 Her hand has signed in blood the infernal bond, 
 
 Which makes her yours forever ! Rise, then, rise, 
 
 And shake the rocks with horrid mirth, loud shrieking, 
 
 “ Rejoice, rejoice — the murderess is our own ! ” 
 
 Enter LoTHAiR/rom the cave , 3 e. l. h., with his sword drawn . 
 
 Loth. Murder was shrieked. Ha ! speak thy business here. 
 
 And what thou art! 
 
 Adel. A fiend, who comes to banquet 
 On blood among these rocks ; who much has drank. 
 
 And thirsts for more. Observe these flaming eyes ; 
 
 Mark the black drops that trickle from this steel ; 
 
 And, if thy life is dear, avoid my presence. 
 
 Advance not, or thou diest 2 
 
 Loth. That voice — amazement 2 
 ’Tis she — the princess, sure ! {Dropping his sword.) 
 
 AdeL ( shrieking). Lothair ! 0, horror I 
 This still was wanting ! {Supports herself against the rock.) 
 
 Loth. Blood imbrues her dagger I 
 And, lo 2 a corse, whose gaping wound — 0, princess, 
 
 What hast thou done ? 
 
 AdeL A deed of guilt, of madness ! 
 
 And of what guilt thine eyes express too well. 
 
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 ADELGITIIA. 
 
 [ACT IV. 
 
 Nay, give thy hatred words ; I fain would die ! 
 
 And speak but thou with truth and force, “ I hate thee ! ” 
 
 And lightning would not strike me dead so soon. 
 
 Loth. Hate thee? O, powers of bliss ! my brain whirls round ! 
 
 I know not what to think — or say — or do ! ( Throws down sword.) 
 
 I can but feel, all guilty as thou art, 
 
 The world holds nothing which my soul loves dearer ! 
 
 Adel. Say’st thou ? Thanks, Heaven, for this last drop of comfort 
 Thrown in my bitter cup ! Lothair, Lothair ! 
 
 This heart — thou dost not know — Hark ! the rock echoes 
 With hurried steps. If here I’m found, my fame, 
 
 My life are lost ! Save me, Lothair, save me ! 
 
 For I’m so guilty that I dare not die ! 
 
 O, save me ! save me ! 
 
 Loth. They ’re at hand. Fly, fly ! 
 
 Yon steps conduct — 
 
 Adel. (attempting to reach them, but sinking back ready to faint, 
 and catching at a broken piece of the rock). I cannot ; my 
 strength fails me — 
 
 My doom is fixed ! 
 
 Loth. (raising her). Take courage ; rest on me ; 
 
 The torch ! (Taking it in one handy while the other clasps Adelgitha.) 
 Come, come ! Fear not; I ’ll die or save you ! 
 
 Nay, come — away — away ! [ Exeunt by the steps , 3 E. n. H. 
 
 Enter Imma, hastily, c. f. arch. 
 
 Imma. Fly, fly, Lothair ! 
 
 Julian is seized, and Hainulf this way hastens ! 
 
 Lothair ! He answers not. 0, Heaven, they come ! 
 
 Enter Rainulf, Julian, and eight guards with torches, c. F. arch. 
 
 Rainulf (to Julian). If thou deceiv’st me, wretch, thy life shall 
 pay for it ! 
 
 Not here ? 
 
 Julian. In yonder cave — 
 
 Irn. (standing before the entrance of the cave, 3 e. l. h.) Stay, 
 Rainulf, stay ! 
 
 Pursue your search no further ! On my life, 
 
 The babe, who ne’er yet lisped the name of mother. 
 
 Is not more guiltless than Lothair ! 
 
 Rain. His flight 
 
 Argues not innocence. Your pardon, princess ; 
 
 I needs must on. ( To the guards.) This way. 
 
 [Exeunt with four guards into the cave, 3 E. L. H. 
 Im. ( with a loud shriek). My father ! 
 
 Mich. My child, farewell ! {Dies.) 
 
 Irn. 0, horror ! ( Faints on the body.) 
 
 Loth. ( rushing down the steps , 3 e. r. h.) ’T was Imma shrieked ! 
 Rain. ( entering 3 e. l. h., followed by the guards). Lothair ! 
 Guards, seize him ! 
 
 Loth. ( held by the guards). Imma ! 
 
SCENE I.] 
 
 ADELGITHA. 
 
 (Part of the guards detain Lothair in the background , while the 
 rest form a group around Imma and her father. — Rainulf, a 
 tall martial figure in armor , stands in the middle , extending 
 one arm towards Lothair.) 
 
 TABLEAU. 
 
 END OF ACT IV. 
 
 ACT y. 
 
 SCENE I. — A Gothic Hall splendidly illuminated , 6 G. — Ban¬ 
 quet tables on r. and l., around which are Tancred and the knights , 
 pages attending. — Throne , and chairs on 3 g. — Guiscard on 
 throne. — Flourish. 
 
 Guiscard. Why, this looks well ! Fill every goblet high. 
 
 (All fill goblets.) 
 
 0, heavens ! ’t is sweet 
 
 O’er friendship’s bowl to talk of perils past, 
 
 And share our joys with those who shared our dangers. 
 
 (Rising.) But speak of war no more ; for lo, she comes, 
 
 Whose presence sheds around her peace and joy ! (All rise.) 
 
 Enter Adelgitha, 1 e. r. h., with Claudia and ladies. 
 
 0, welcome, welcome, as the wished-for port 
 To some long absent seaman ! Why, my soul, 
 
 Hast thou so long deprived me of thy sight ? 
 
 Adelgitha. (r. h.) Guiscard, so ill I merit — I’m so conscious— 1 
 My heart — there could’st thou read — 
 
 Guis. (l. h., with anxiety ). Methinks thou ’rt strangely pale ; yet 
 ’t is no wonder. 
 
 That place where thou hast been to-night — 
 
 Adel, (alarmed). To-night? 
 
 That place ? Thou knewest then — 
 
 Guis. That religious duties 
 Have long detained thee in St. Hilda’s chapel ; 
 
 And much I fear the damp from vaults exhaling — 
 
 The marble walls, the night wind’s chilling blast — 
 
 Adel, (with a mixture of irony). True, true ; the night wind ! 0, 
 ’t is nothing more ! 
 
 ’T will soon be past ! 
 
 Guis. (taking a goblet from a page). I trust so ; 
 
 Look round thee, sweet. Apulia’s champions stand. 
 
 Expecting from thy lip3 their best reward. 
 
 Greet them, my love. 
 
 Adel, (takes a bowl — then suddenly dashes it on the ground ). 
 
 Away ! ’t is filled with blood ! 
 
 Claudia. She raves. 
 
40 
 
 ADELGITHA. 
 
 [ACT V. 
 
 Guis. ( surprised ). What means — 
 
 Adel. Have I deserved this, Guiscard ? 
 
 I ever loved thee with such truth, such fondness— 
 
 I know how monstrous was my fault — but this — 
 
 0, this was cruel, cruel ! ( Weeping on Claudia’s bos&tn). 
 
 Guis. Why weep and hide thy face ? 
 
 Turn to thy Guiscard — turn to him who- loves thee. 
 
 Adel, {eagerly). Thou lovest me ? 0, repeat those blessed words ! 
 
 Swear still thou lovest me l 
 
 Guis. Canst thou doubt my love ? 
 
 Adel, (insisting on the word). Still ! lovest me still ? Pronounce 
 that word — “ still, still ! ” 
 
 Guis. (surprised at her wild energy). Still love thee more than 
 life! 
 
 Adel, (exulting). Why, then, ye heavens. 
 
 In thunder speak your wrath ! I ’ll hear and smile l 
 Conscience, thy sting is lost ! 
 
 He loves me still, and all things else are trifles ! 
 
 Hail, warriors, hail! resume your seats ! (All sit.) Fill high 
 Your bowls with wine ; 
 
 Swell round me choral music. 
 
 And, peals of bursting joy, rise, rise, and drown 
 That voice I will not hear I 
 
 Guis. This change so sudden — 
 
 This frantic rapture — 
 
 Adel. Ask not what it means ; 
 
 Thou lovest me, and I’m blest ; let that suffice. 
 
 Come, chieftains ; Guiscard, come ! 
 
 Imma (without). Where, where’s the prince ? 
 
 Adel. (shuddering). ’T is Imma ! ’t is his daughter ! 
 
 Imma rushes in wildly , and Rainulf, 1 e. l. h* 
 
 Im. Justice, justice! 
 
 0, princely Guiscard, at thy feet I fall. 
 
 And clasp thy knees, and call on thee for vengeance ! 
 
 See these torn ringlets, pallid cheeks, eyes swollen. 
 
 And pity me. My heart is stabbed, is breaking ! 
 
 He’s dead ! O, Heaven, he’s dead ! 
 
 Guis. Rise, Imma, rise. 
 
 Whom mourn ye ? 
 
 Im. Can I speak the name and live ? 
 
 The assassin’s dagger — near the rocks he lies. 
 
 Pale, breathless, cold ! I threw me by his side, 
 
 And strove to warm him ’gainst my heart — in vain ! 
 
 He’s dead, he’s dead ! my father’s dead ! 
 
 Guis. Thy father ? 
 
 Im. Savagely murdered ! 
 
 0, wretched Imma ! 
 
 Adel. How I suffer ! 
 
 Im. (to Adelgitha). Ah, you weep ! But had you seen. 
 
 As I did, his pale cheeks, his gaping wound. 
 
SCENE I.] ADELGITHA. 41 
 
 The cold dews stealing down his brows ! His limbs 
 Convulsed by dying pangs ! — 
 
 Adel. Imma, Imma ! 
 
 Thou ’It drive me mad ! 
 
 Guis. Confused by rage and horror, 
 
 I know not to console — but doubt not, lady. 
 
 If still Otranto holds the wretch, I ’ll find him. 
 
 And take such dread revenge — 
 
 Rainulf. Forgive my boldness : 
 
 Fainting through anguish on her father’s corse, 
 
 The princess knows not, ere we left the rocks, 
 
 The assassin was surprised. 
 
 Guis. Produce the wretch ! 
 
 [Exit Rainulf, 1 e. l. h., and returns with Lothair in chains. 
 Rain. Behold him ! 
 
 Guis. Lothair the assassin ? 
 
 Im. No, prince, no ; 
 
 On my soul, no ! If aught that’s ill had menaced 
 The life of Irama’s father, he had found 
 No surer safeguard than Lothair. 
 
 Guis. (to Rainulf). What proofs ? 
 
 Rain. His lurking ’mid the rocks —his sword unsheathed 
 Found near the corse — their well-known enmity — 
 
 This day’s events — 
 
 Guis. All, all confirm him guilty ! (To Lothair.) 
 
 What hast thou done, base, wretched youth ? Thy crime 
 At once robs thee of life, and me of honor. 
 
 A sovereign slain ! a sovereign at my court, 
 
 Who sought protection, and who found a grave ! 
 
 Lothair. What can I say ? So deep and dark a gloom 
 Involves my fate, that I despair to pierce it. 
 
 The snow that falls is not from taint so pure 
 
 As are my hands from blood, my lips from falsehood. 
 
 Im. Then clear thy conduct, and relieve my heart. 
 
 Which trembles for thy love, thy life, thy virtue ! 
 
 Who placed thy falchion by my father’s corse ? 
 
 So near him, didst thou not hear his shriek for succor? 
 
 Know’st thou whose hand ? — He turns away in silence. 
 
 Adel. (r. c. aside). Reward him, Heaven ! 
 
 Im. (l. c.) Wilt thou not speak ? 
 
 Loth. (l. h.) I ’ll answer 
 This, but no more : as I ’ve a soul to save. 
 
 The hand which slew thy father was not mine. 
 
 Im. Then whose, barbarian ? Go, thou ne’er hast loved me ! 
 Lived in thy breast one feeling spark, thou could’st not 
 Suffer such doubts to rack her soul, who would not 
 Grieve thine for the world’s wealth. 
 
 Loth. Inhuman Imma ! 
 
 To die were better than to cause those tears. 
 
 O, spare me, spare me ! Leave me to my fate ! 
 
 Guis. I know not what to think. His oaths — his anguish — 
 Should he indeed be guiltless — 
 
 4 * 
 
42 
 
 ADELGITHA. 
 
 [ACT V. 
 
 Rain. Gracious prince, 
 
 Know that on Michael’s corse the note was found 
 Which lured him to these secret rocks. 
 
 Guis. Was it not signed? 
 
 Rain. It was not; but the writing 
 Perhaps may lend some cue — 
 
 Guis. You counsel well: 
 
 Produce that note. [ Exit Rainulf, 1 E. L. H. 
 
 Adel, {aside). I’m lost. 
 
 Loth, {aside). She started ! Then ’t was hers ! 
 
 Adel, {in a low voice to Claudia). Now, Claudia, now. 
 
 Now what resource ? 
 
 Loth, {aside). I hear his steps. 
 
 Adel, {breathless with anxiety). Now, now ! 
 
 Loth. {aside). What must be done? O, wretched woman ! 
 
 Reenter Rainulf, 1 e. l. h. 
 
 Rain, {kneeling). This letter, prince — 
 
 Loth, {snatching it and tearing it). Shall ne’er betray its writer : 
 This makes the secret safe. 
 
 Guis. Rash youth, forbear ! 
 
 Im. {in despair). Then there’s no hope — he’s guilty ! 
 
 Guis. What means thy daring act? 
 
 Loth. It means, I know 
 
 The hand which traced these lines, and murdered Michael. 
 
 The cry of murder drew me to the spot 
 
 Where Michael breathed his last. I seized the assassin, 
 
 Whose life was in my power. I swore to save it. 
 
 Adel, {aside). 0, generous youth ! 
 
 Guis. {peremptorily). One word decides thy fate—one choice is 
 left thee: 
 
 Reveal the culprit, or thou diest this instant. 
 
 Loth. Lead to the scaffold ! 
 
 Guis. {furious). ’T is enough. Guards, seize him ! 
 
 Rain. Yet be advised, Lothair, nor hope to bury 
 This strange, mysterious secret in the grave : 
 
 The rack will force it from thee. 
 
 Loth. Try its strength, then ; 
 
 Thou ’It find that virtue has more power to blunt 
 The shafts of pain than man has art to forge them ; 
 
 Nor can thy tortures so afflict my body 
 As violated vows would rack my mind. 
 
 Guis. I ’ll hear no more. Bear him to instant death. 
 
 Adel. Distracting sound ! 
 
 Loth. Imma — not one last look ! 
 
 Guis. Force him away. 
 
 Loth. Imma, farewell! farewell ! {Dragged away by the guards.) 
 Guis. Obey me — to the block ! 
 
 Adel, {with a dreadful shriek). 0, spare him ! save him ! 
 
 He ’s guiltless ! 
 
 Guis. {starting). How? 
 
SCENE I.] 
 
 ADELGITHA. 
 
 43 
 
 A del. ( desperate ). He’s guiltless — he’s my son ! 
 
 {All start , while she rushes to Lothair, and clasps him in her 
 arms.) 
 
 Guis . Thy son ? 
 
 Loth. Thy son ? 
 
 Guis. 0, gods ! what is ’t I hear ? 
 
 Adel. {firm). My shame — my guilt — my fondness — my despair! 
 ’T was I who murdered Michael ; /, who now 
 Repeat Lothair is guiltless is my son — 
 
 Pleased to lay down my life to save my child’s, 
 
 And die for him who would have died for me ! {Embracing him.) 
 Loth, {kneeling). 0, mother ! 
 
 Guis. Adelgitha ! thou whose virtues — 
 
 Art thou a murderess ? — thou ? 
 
 Adel. Nay, never doubt it: 
 
 I own my crime, and I desire no pardon. 
 
 The tale thou heardst from me to-day was mine. 
 
 The father of Lothair, long ere thou saw’st me, 
 
 Robbed me of peace and honor ; fatal chance 
 Betrayed to Michael’s ear this dangerous secret ; 
 
 His heart was hard ; my brain was wrought to frenzy ; 
 
 He knew and threatened me ; / feared and slew him. 
 
 Guis. Unhappy woman, 
 
 What hast thou done ? — 
 
 My brain ! ’t will bear no more ! 
 
 (Rainulf supports him. — Julian brings down chair , 0.) 
 Adel. My son, my son, 
 
 Curse me not! (To Lothair.) 
 
 Loth. Curse thee ? Kneeling, thus I bless thee, 
 
 And swear, could drops wrung from my inmost heart 
 Repay the blood thy hand has shed — 
 
 Guis. {recovering himself ). This instant 
 Let all retire except — except — the princess. 
 
 Adel, {detaining Lothair). O, no, no, no ! I dare not — 
 
 Guis. {solemn and commanding). Adelgitha ! 
 
 Adel, {in a faltering voice). Prince, I obey. 
 
 [Exeunt Imma 9 guards, fyc., R. and L, 
 
 Manent Guiscard and Adelgitha. 
 
 Guis. {after a pause). I ’ll not reproach thee'—fear not: 
 
 I will but say — and say it in mild words too — 
 
 I will but tell thee — grief impedes my utterance — 
 
 That we must part — forever ! 
 
 Adel. O ! 
 
 Guis. Thou know’st me — 
 
 Know’st well my dread of shame — my sense of honor ; 
 
 Know’st well my love for thee ! But what I suffer 
 
 To find thee false and guilty — this, 0, this 
 
 Thou could’st not know, or sure thou hadst not erred ! 
 
 Adel, {in agony). Heart, heart! 
 
 Guis. {his emotions gradually get the better of him). Is ’t true? — 
 can it indeed be real ? 
 
44 
 
 ADELGITHA. 
 
 [ACT V. 
 
 Thou — thou, on whom I doated — thou, whose lips 
 I thought ne’er knew a falsehood — whose eyes spoke 
 Each wish of the heart so plainly — in whose arms 
 I hoped to have met death, which in thine arms 
 Had been so free from pain ! And now — and now — 
 
 Adel. {her grief changes into gloomy fierceness ). And now you 
 hate me ? 
 
 Guis. {wild and desperate). Hate thee? Would I did ! 
 
 But mark, ungrateful ! mark these groans of anguish 
 Drawn from my soul —- my faltering voice — my locks, 
 
 Which thus I tear in frenzy — and these tears — 
 
 Mark these ! mark these ! then ask me if I hate thee. 
 
 (Sinks on a seat> overcome by the violence of his feelings .) 
 Adel. Ha ! flow those tears for me? Speak, Guiscard, speak ! 
 
 ( Falling at his feet.) Flow they for me? 
 
 {He motions her to leave him; she rises with frantic gesture.) Fool 
 that I was to hope it! 
 
 He shuns me —- he abhors me — why delay then ? 
 
 Where are your guards ? Come, come — prepare the scaffold ! 
 
 And, while I seek it, bid the indignant rabble 
 Load me with scoffs and base revilings — 
 
 Guis. {starting up with looks of horror at the idea). Thee ! 
 
 {After a moment's pause). ’Tis fixed, and farewell honor, farewell 
 
 joy! 
 
 ( To Adelgitha, resolute). Thy hand in mine, partners in weal and 
 woe, 
 
 Through life I ’ll never leave thee ; and in death 
 One grave shall hold us both. Imploring pardon, 
 
 I ’ll wander by thy side from shrine to shrine, 
 
 A barefoot pilgrim. Still, in toils and perils, 
 
 My arm shall guard thee, and my voice shall soothe ; 
 
 And when thou weep’st to hear insulting crowds 
 Pursue thy bleeding steps with taunts and curses, 
 
 With my torn hair I ’ll wipe thy tears away, 
 
 And hide thee in my breast from scorn and sorrow. 
 
 Adel. Prince — Guiscard — heard I right ? Canst thou forgive me ? 
 Guis. I can — I do. 
 
 Adel. And love me still ? 
 
 Guis. Still love thee, 
 
 And more than light, than life, than fame, than virtue ! 
 
 Adel. I’m happy ! Guiscard, Guiscard, thus I thank thee ! 
 
 (Embracing him.) 
 
 And next reward thee thus ! ( Stabs herself.) 
 
 Guis. {petrified with horror). Help ! help l within there ! 
 
 Enter Imma, Lothair, #c., r. and l. h. 
 
 Loth. What mean those cries? 0, cruel sight! 
 
 {He receives Adelgitha in his arms.) 
 Adel, {to Guiscard). Thus only 
 Could I repay thy wondrous truth, and spare thee 
 The shame of loving where esteem was lost. 
 
 Loth. Fly, fly for aid — 
 
SCENE I.] 
 
 ADELGITHA. 
 
 45 
 
 Adel. No, no ; the steel was faithful— 
 
 *T is my heart’s blood which — 0, that pang ! (Falling.) 
 
 Guis. (hastening to her , and- raising her in his arms). She dies ! 
 Look up, my love, my soul — look up once more ! 
 
 One parting word -— one long adieu — one blessing — 
 
 Adel. Bless thee ! — farewell ! — 0, I am guilty, guilty ! 
 
 Pray for my soul’s repose — pray too — hereafter — 
 
 Our spirits in a better, happier world — 
 
 Heaven ! heaven ! -— ’t is past! (She dies.) * 
 
 ( Guiscard throws himself in despair on the dead body, near which 
 Lothair is kneeling, while Imma is fainting, supported by 
 Claudia and ladies. — Slow music.) 
 
 Soldiers. 
 Knights. 
 Julian. 
 Imma. 
 Ladies. 
 Claudia and 
 Ladies. 
 
 SITUATIO NS. 
 
 Soldiers. 
 
 Soldiers. Knights. 
 
 Pages. Rainulf. Tancred. 
 
 Guiscard. ^^dead* 1 ’ Lothair. 
 
 Slow 
 
 Curtain. 
 
 R. 
 
 II. 
 
 L. H. 
 
 Note. — I make no doubt that Adelgitha’s fate will be reckoned too 
 severe. In my justification I must observe that my object in writing this 
 tragedy was to illustrate a particular fact ; namely, “ the difficulty of 
 avoiding the evil consequences of a first false step.” It appeared to me 
 that the more venial the offence, and the more amiable the character of 
 the offender, the more strongly would the above position be proved ; and 
 the very nature of my object made it necessary that Adelgitha should be 
 the constant victim of her single transgression in this life, and only receive 
 the reward of her many virtues in the life to come. But, above all, I 
 must request that no one will mistake Adelgitha for a heroine. I meant 
 to represent in her “ a woman, with all her sex’s weakness,” whose natu¬ 
 ral inclinations were virtuous and benevolent ; but who was totally un¬ 
 provided with that firmness of mind which might have enabled her to 
 resist the force of imperious circumstances. Accordingly she gives way 
 to them one after another, and is led on gradually and involuntarily from 
 crime to crime, till she finds herself involved in guilt beyond the possibil¬ 
 ity of escaping. Such was my plan, though perhaps the defects of its 
 execution may have prevented the reader from discovering it till now. 
 
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 Christmas at Brighton • • .Farce.. ..1 act.by C. Matthews 
 
 Catching a Mermaid.Farce... 1 act...by J. S. Coyne 
 
 Chevalier de St. George.. Dram... .3 acts, .by Mellville & Beauvoir 
 
 Cozy Couple, A...,.Farce... 1 aet.by S. Lawrence 
 
 Counter Attraction.Farce.... 1 act.by W. H. Tilburg 
 
 Court of Oberon.Ext.. • • •. 1 act.by Countess Hardwicke 
 
 Cure for Love.Com ....2 acts.by T. Pary 
 
 Discreet Princess.Ext.1 act.by J. R. Planche 
 
 Duel in the Dark .Farce.... 1 act..by J. S. Coyne 
 
 Doing the “ Hansom ”... .Farce.... 1 act...by A. Harris 
 
 Drama at Home, The.Ext.2 acts..by J. R. Planche 
 
 Delusion, The.Dram... .2 acts..... .by VV. H. Oxbery 
 
 Delinquent, The.... .Com.... .5 acts.by F. Reynolds 
 
 Deserted Daughter, The...Com.5 acts..by T. Holcroft 
 
 Deaf and Dumb.Dram.... 5 acts.by “ “ 
 
 Debtor aud Creditor.Com.5 acts.by J. Kenney 
 
 Day welL Spent.. .Farce.... 1 act.by J. Oxenford 
 
 Durazzo. ..Trag. 5 acts.by James Haynes 
 
 Darkness Visible.Farce... .2 acts.by T. E. Hook 
 
 Deed of Gift.Com. Op..3 acts.by S. Woodworth 
 
 Did you ever send your wife, &c.Far. 1 act.by J. S. Coyne 
 
 Damon and Pythias.Farce.1 act.... by J. B. Buckstone 
 
 Doubtful Son, The.Flay...... 5 acts.,by \V. Dimond 
 
 Don Giovanni..Ext.2 acts.by T. Dibden 
 
 Drunkard’s Fate, The....Dram.3 acts.by D. Jerrold 
 
 Dumb Savoyard, The •••Dram.1 act.....by C. P. Thompson 
 
 Death of Life in London. .Ext.1 act.by T. Greenwood 
 
 Doctor Bolus.Int.1 act.by G. Daniel 
 
 Duel, The.Farce.2 acts..---by R. B. Peake 
 
 Devil upon two Sticks...Com.3 acts.by S. Foote 
 
 Dream, The .Trag.3 acts.by Joanna Baillie 
 
 Dead Alive, The.C. Op.2 acts.by J. O’Keeffe 
 
 Doves in a Cage.Com.2 acts.by D. Jerrold 
 
 Don’t lend your Umbrella..C. Dram..2 acts....by L. Buckingham 
 
 Drapery Question, The... Farce.1 act...by C. Selby 
 
 Deuce is in her, The.Farce.1 act.by R. J. Raymond 
 
 Delicate Attentions.Farce.2 acts. .. .by J. Poole 
 
 Drama’s Vindication, The. .Scene... 1 act.P. Massenger 
 
 Deaf Lover, The.Farce.2 acts....by F. Pilon 
 
 Dandolo.Farce.1 act.. by E. Sterling 
 
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 Englishmanreturned from Paris. .Far.2 acts..by “ “ 
 
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 Edward and Eleonora... .Tragedy... .5 acts... .by Jas. Thompson 
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 Earl of Essex.. • • • -Trag.5 acts.by Henry Jones 
 
 Elfrida.Dram Poem.by Wm. Mason 
 
 Englishman’s House is his Castle, An..Farce.by J. M. Morton 
 
 False Impressions.Com.5 acts...by R. Cumberland 
 
 False Delicacy.Com.5 acts.by Hugh Miller 
 
 False Alarms..Com Op... .3 acts... .by James Kenney 
 
 Fortune of War.Dram.2 acts. ...by “ “ 
 
 Fraternal Discord.Dram.5 acts.by W. Dunlap 
 
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 Forest of Hermanstadt• • ..Dram.2 acts.From the French 
 
 Fra Diavalo.Com Op...3 acts.by M. It. Lacy 
 
 Farmer, The.Com Op.. .2 acts.. .by J. O’Keeffe 
 
 Fortress of Sorrento, The. .Dram.2 acts.. *.Anon 
 
 Fish out of Water.Farce*.2 acts.by J. Lunn 
 
 Fidelio...-Opera.3 acts.by Beethoven 
 
 Field of Forty Footsteps. .Dram.3 acts.by Percy Farren 
 
 Frederick of Prussia.Farce.1 act .by C. Selby 
 
 Faust and Marguerite.Dram.3 acts.. .by Wm. Robertson 
 
 False and Constant.Com .2 acts.by Joseph Lunn 
 
 Friend Waggles.Farce.1 act.by J. M. Morton 
 
 Five Pounds Reward.Farce.1 act.by J. Oxenford 
 
 Fearful Tragedy in Seven Dials.. .Farce. ..1 act.by C. Selby 
 
 Fountain of Beauty..Ext.2 acts....by J. M. Kingdom 
 
 Flight to America, The.. .Drama... .3 acts.by W. L. Rede 
 
 Farm House, The.Farce 3 acts..by C. Kemble 
 
 Free Knights, The.Drama.. ..3 acts.by F. Reynolds 
 
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 Good Little Wife, A.Com..1 act. .by Alfred de Mussett 
 
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 Hope of the Family, The. .Com.3 acts.by J. S. Coyne 
 
 How to try a Lover.Comedy....3 acts.Anon 
 
 He’s much to Blame.Comedy.... 5 acts. .Anon 
 
 Hint to Husbands.Comedy....5 acts.--by R. Cumberland 
 
 Hear Both Sides...Comedy....5 acts,......by T. Holcroft 
 
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 5 
 
 Helpless Animals.Int.lact.....by J. Parry 
 
 He Would if he Could... Burletta.... 2 acts..... by I. Bickerstaff 
 
 Hartford Bridge.Farce.2 acts.by W. Pearce 
 
 Hit or Miss.. .Farce.2 acts.by I. Pocock 
 
 High Low Jack and the Game.Ext. 1 act by J. Planche & Dance 
 
 Haunted Tower, The.Com. Op..3 acts.by J. Cobb 
 
 Jew, The,.Com. 5 acts., .by R. Cumberland 
 
 Jew of Mogadore, The.Com. Op.. 3 acts., by H. Cumberland 
 
 Jew and the Doctor.Farce.2 acts.by T. Dibden 
 
 Kais, or Love in the Desert.. Opera ...4 acts•■••••• .by C. Brandon 
 
 Kiss, the.Com.5 acts...by Stephen Clarke 
 
 Knights, the ...Farce.2 acts.by S. Foote 
 
 Kathleen O’More.Drama.3 acts.by A. Walker 
 
 Kathleen O’Neil.Drama.3 acts.... * .by Geo. Pepper 
 
 King O’Toole’s Goose-••-Ext. .•*.... 1 act.by E. Irwin 
 
 King’s Command, the... Farce.2 acts..by C. P. Thompson 
 
 King’s Gardner.Farce. lact .by C. Selby 
 
 Lionel and Clarissa.Com Op.. .3 acts... .by I. BickerstafF 
 
 Ladder of Love, the.Farce.1 act.by T. H. Bayly 
 
 Lancers, The. .Int.1 act.by J. II. Payne 
 
 Love’s Dream .Op.2 acts... .by S. Beasley, Jr 
 
 Love a la Mode.Com.2 acts.by C. Macklin 
 
 La Sonambula.Opera.3 acts.... ..by M. R. Lacy 
 
 Lame Lover, the.Com .3 acts.by S. Foote 
 
 Law of Java.Play.3 acts...by G. Colman, Jr 
 
 Lofty Projects.F’arce.1 act.by Joseph Lunn 
 
 Lesson in Love, A...Com .2 acts....by J. M. Barclay 
 
 Lock and Key, The.Farce.2 acts... .by Prince Hoare 
 
 Love and Friendship.Com.3 acts..by A. B. Lindsley 
 
 Lestocq.Dram.3 acts..by W. T. MoncriefF 
 
 Lestocq .Opera.. .3 acts.by G. M’Farren 
 
 La Muette.Opera.5 acts.by Scribe 
 
 La pie Yolese.Opera.3 acts.by Castil Blau 
 
 Lucky Horse Shoe, the.. .Drama.3 acts.by T. Parry 
 
 Lord Lovel and Nancy Bell.. Bur.1 act . .by F. C. Burnand 
 
 Leading Strings.Com 3 acts.. by A. C. Troughton 
 
 Lilian Gervaise.Dram.3 acts.by M. Barnett 
 
 Malvina.- .Opera.3 acts.by G. M’Farren 
 
 My Old Woman.Com.3 acts... .by G. M’Farren 
 
 Mason of Buda, the.Burletta.2 acts... .by J. It. Planche 
 
 Modern Antiques.Farce.2 acts.by J. O’Keeffe 
 
 More Ways than One.. ..Com.5 acts.by Mrs. Cowley 
 
 Marriage of Figaro..Op..3 acts....by H.H. Bishop 
 
 Married Lovers.P. Com..2 acts.by T. Power 
 
 Mountain Torrent, the....Dram.2 acts... .by S. B. Judah 
 
 Mogul Tale,.Farce.2 acts..by Mrs. Inchbald 
 
 Mrs. Wiggins.Farce.2 acts.by J. T. Allingham 
 
 Minor, the.Com.3 acts.by S. Foote 
 
 Marie.Com.1 act..by II. II. Addison 
 
 Maid of Florence.Trag. 5 acts.Anon 
 
 Miser, the.Com.3 acts., by Henry Fielding 
 
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 CATALOGUE. 
 
 Metamora .Burlesque.1 act.... by J. Brougham 
 
 Maid of Mariendorpt.. Play.5 acts.by Jas. S. Knowles 
 
 Maid or Wife.Com.2 acts.by B. Livius 
 
 Maid of the Mill.Com Op.3 acts....by I. Bickerstaff 
 
 Maid of Bristol.Play.3 acts....by Jas. Boaden 
 
 Mahomet.Trag.. ..5 acts.by Jas. Miller 
 
 Manfred.Dram Poem.2 acts.by Lord Byron 
 
 Midnight Hour, the....Com.3 acts..by Mrs. Inchbald 
 
 Maid Marian.Opera.3 acts..by J. R. Planche 
 
 Melmoth, the Wanderer.. Dram.3 acts.Anon 
 
 Mu&es in Egypt...Opera.-3 acts.Anon 
 
 My Grandmother.Farce.2 acts... by Prince Hoare 
 
 My Uncle.Farce.1 act.by S. Beasley 
 
 My Wife or my Place. Farce. 2 acts, .by C. Shannon & T. J. Thackeray 
 
 My Sister Kate.Farce.1 act.by Mark Lemon 
 
 Maid of Bath.Com.3 acts.by S. Foote 
 
 Mysteries of Odd Fellowship - - Farce.. .1 act.!.Anon 
 
 Midas.Burletta.2 acts...by Kane O’Hara 
 
 Mountain Sylph, the..Opera.2 acts ...by J. Thackeray 
 
 My Great Aunt.Com....:.1 act.. .by J. R. Planche 
 
 M ysterious Lady.....-Com.2 acts.... by “ “ 
 
 My Heart's Idol.Com.2 acts....by “ “ 
 
 Matrimonial- Farce.. 1 act. .by I. V. Bridgeman 
 
 Masaniello.Burlesque.1 act....by R. B. Brough 
 
 Mr. Buckstone's Voyage..Ext.1 act_by J. R. Planche 
 
 Medea.Burlesque.... 1 act... .by R. B. Brough 
 
 Miller of Derwentwater.... Dram.3 acts.by E. Fitzball 
 
 Major Jones’ Courtship_Com .2 acts.. .by Major J. Jones 
 
 Music Mad .Farce .1 act.by T. E. Hook 
 
 Man of Fortitude.Drama.......3 acts, .by J. Hodgkinson 
 
 Miss in her Teens.Farce.2 acts.by D. Garrick 
 
 Mother and Child are Doing Well. .Farce- *1 act- -by J. M. Morton 
 
 Man in the Moon, the-Farce.2 acts.by R. Phillips 
 
 Mountain King Drama.3 acts....... by G. Almar 
 
 Mrs. G-. or the Golden Pippin- - Farce.. .2 acts.by M. Barnett 
 
 M. P. or the Blue Stocking. - Com Op. .3 acts - - by Anacreon Moore 
 
 Married Unmarried.Drama.2 acts.by M. Barnett 
 
 My Wife's Diary.Farce.1 act...by Wm. Robertson 
 
 Moustache Movement, the - .Farce.1 act... .by R. B. Brough 
 
 Moving Tale, A.Farce.1 act.by M. Lemon 
 
 Mephistophiles. ..Ext..l act.by B. R. Brough & S. Edwards 
 
 Marble Bride, the.Dram.2 acts.by C. H. Hazlewood 
 
 My Friend the Major....Farce..1 act.by C. Selby 
 
 Martha Willis.Drama.2 acts.by D. Jerrold 
 
 Maid of Artois.Opera.3 acts.by M. W. Balfe 
 
 Night Dancers, the.Opera.2 acts by Geo. Soane 
 
 Noemie.Dram.2 acts* *by Wm. Robertson 
 
 Nice Firm, A.Farce. **lact .by Tom Taylor 
 
 Novelty Fair.Ext.1 act.Anon 
 
 Norma.Opera.2 acts.by W. West 
 
 Nice Young Ladies ...Farce.1 act.by E. Sterling 
 
CATALOGUE. 
 
 7 
 
 Nipped in the Bud.Farce.1 act.by C. Selby 
 
 Not at Home.......... Drama.2 acts.... by R. C. Dallas 
 
 Nabob, the .Comedy... .3 acts.by S. Foote 
 
 Old Chateau, the.Drama.3 acts.by J. S. Coyne 
 
 One Hundred and Two.... Drama..... 1 act... .by H. M. Milner 
 
 One, Two, Three, Four, Five, by Adv. .. Farce.... 1 act .Anon 
 
 Orators, the.. Comedy... .3 acts.by S. Foote 
 
 Of Age To-morrow.Comedy....2 acts.Anon 
 
 One Hour..Farce .1 act....by T. H. Bayley 
 
 Ourselves ... Comedy... .5 acts. .by Miss Chambers 
 
 Old Maids.Flay.5 acts, .by J. S. Knowles 
 
 Oberon... Drama.2 acts.Anon 
 
 Provost of Bruges..Tragedy.. ..5 acts... .by J. W. Lovell 
 
 Point of Honor .Play.3 acts.by C. Kemble 
 
 Paul and Virginia....Drama.2 acts.*... by Jas. Cobb 
 
 Prisoner at Large, the.Comedy....2 acts.by J. O’Keeffe 
 
 Padlock, the.C. Opera...2 acts...by I. Bickerstaff 
 
 Prize, the.Farce.2 acts...by Prince Hoare 
 
 Past Ten O’clock.Farce.2 acts. • • • -bv T. Dibdin 
 
 Patron, the.Comedy.... 3 acts-.by S. Foote 
 
 Purse, the.Drama.1 act.by J. C. Cross 
 
 Pickwick Club, the.Drama - • • - .3 acts.by E. Sterling 
 
 Party Wall, the.. Farce.1 act.. by W. T. Moncrieff 
 
 Prince for an Hour.Farce.1 act....by J. M. Morton 
 
 Platonic Attachments.Farce.1 act..by Bayle Bernard 
 
 Prophecy, the.Drama -. .3 acts..by M. B Fowler 
 
 Punch and Judy.Extrav.1 act.....Anon 
 
 Pirate, the...Drama..... 3 acts ....by T. Dibden 
 
 Queen of Arragon, the.P. Comedy..1 act.by H. Paul 
 
 Queen of Spades.Drama ... .2 acts - - by D. Bourcicault 
 
 Queen’s Jewel, the.P. Comedy.. 1 act.by W. Collier 
 
 Quaker, the.C. Opera...2 acts.by T. Dibden 
 
 Right and Wrong.Comedy. .. 5 acts.Anon 
 
 Retribution.Tragedy.... 5 acts.by John Dillon 
 
 Ramah Droog.C. Opera...3 acts.by Jas. Cobb 
 
 Roses and Thorns.Comedy.... 3 acts.by J. Lunn 
 
 Rosina.C. Opera.. .2 acts-«• -by Mrs. Brooke 
 
 Recall of Momus, the.Farce 1 act by B. Thompson 
 
 Royal Shepherd, the.Opera .... 3. Anon 
 
 Red Rover, the.Drama 3. Anon 
 
 Richard Coeur de lion.Opera.3 acts.by T. Dibden 
 
 Rise of the Rothchilds.Drama.2 acts, .by C. Z. Barnett 
 
 Ransom, the.Drama .2 acts...by Mrs. Planche 
 
 Ranelagh.Drama ... . 2 acts, .by J. P. Simpson 
 
 Railway Belle the.Farce. 1 act..by M. Lemon 
 
 Sea Captain, the. Drama _ 5 acts..by E. L. Bulwer 
 
 Siege, tbe . Comedy .... 5 acts.. by Joanna Baillie 
 
 Sons of Erin. Comedy.5 acts... by Mrs. Lefanu 
 
 Suspicious Husband.Comedy 5 acts.. .by Dr. Hoadley 
 
 Student of Salamanca, the.Comedy.. . .5 acts*.by R, T. Jameson 
 
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 CATALOGUE. 
 
 
 SuPau. the. 
 
 
 .2 acts.. 
 
 Sultana, the.. 
 
 
 . 3 acts. 
 
 Schoolfellows, tbe. 
 
 
 
 Siege of Belgrade. 
 
 
 
 Snow Storm, the. 
 
 
 
 Swedish Patriotism. 
 
 
 
 Spanish Barber. 
 
 
 .3 acts.. 
 
 Scan Mag. 
 
 
 .2 acts., 
 
 Statue Lover. 
 
 
 
 Seven Sisters. 
 
 
 
 Serf, the. 
 
 
 
 St. Patrick’s Dav.. 
 
 
 .1 act.. 
 
 Swing.. 
 
 
 
 Sleep Walker, the. 
 
 
 
 Sampson Agonistes...., 
 
 
 
 School for Orators. 
 
 
 
 Slow Man, the. 
 
 
 
 Sink or Swim.. 
 
 
 
 St. Marv’s Eve. 
 
 
 
 Safe and Sound. 
 
 
 .3 acts.. 
 
 Sailor’s Daughter, the.. 
 
 
 
 School for Friends, the. 
 
 ... Comedy.... 
 
 
 Shipwreck, the. 
 
 
 .2 acts. 
 
 Soldier’s Return, the .. 
 
 .. C. Opera... 
 
 .2 acts. 
 
 Simon Solus. 
 
 
 
 Svlvana. 
 
 
 
 Sworn at High gate. 
 
 
 
 Scrapegrace, the..,. 
 
 
 . 1 act.. 
 
 Son-in-Law the. 
 
 
 . 2 acts. 
 
 Sprigs of Laurel. 
 
 
 .. 2 acts. 
 
 Secret Mine, the. 
 
 
 
 Spitfire, the. 
 
 
 
 Trip to Scarboro, a. 
 
 
 
 Trust, the. 
 
 
 *5 acts.. 
 
 Travellers, the. 
 
 
 
 Time’s a Telltale. 
 
 
 
 Tears and Smiles. 
 
 
 
 Trip to Calais. 
 
 
 
 Touchstone. 
 
 
 
 Three and the Deuce... 
 
 
 
 Thomas A’Becket. 
 
 ...Play. 
 
 
 Tribulation.. 
 
 
 
 Transformation. 
 
 
 2 acts^ 
 
 Taste. 
 
 
 
 Three Deep. 
 
 
 
 Tom Noddy’s Secret..., 
 
 
 
 1 oo many Cooks.. 
 
 
 2 acts., 
 
 Turning the Tables. 
 
 
 
 Trumpeter’s Wedding.. 
 
 ,. .Farce. 
 
 1 act.. 
 
 Tale of Lexington, a.. 
 
 
 
 . .by Jas. Cobb 
 W. Barrymore 
 ,bv W. Abbott 
 
 . Anon 
 
 .by T. E. Hook 
 
 .Anon 
 
 .by J. O’Keeffe 
 
 . by J. Poole 
 
 • by T. H. Bayly 
 
CATALOGUE. 
 
 9 
 
 Tancred.Drama.3 acts.Anon 
 
 Two Faces under a Hood.. C. Opera... .3 acts.by T. Dibden 
 
 Two Wives.Farce..1 act.by J. Parry 
 
 Two Pages of Frederick the Great. .Farce. .2 acts.by J. Poole 
 
 Tom Bowling. .Drama.2 acts- by A. L. Campbell 
 
 Tale of Mystery.. .Drama .... 2 acts by T. Holcroft 
 
 Tom Thumb.Burletta... .2 acts... .by Kane O’Hara 
 
 ’ Fis all a Farce.Farce.2 acts.Anon 
 
 Tower of Lochlain.Drama.3 acts.by D. Jerrold 
 
 Two Much of a Good Thing. .Farce.1 act.by A. Harris 
 
 Thetis and Peleus.Extrav.1 act.Anon 
 
 Tender Precautions.Comedy.1 act.by T. J. Lesle 
 
 Time works Wonders.Comedy.... .5 acts. by D. Jerrold 
 
 Urgent Private Affairs.Farce.1 act.by J. S. Coyne 
 
 Uncle John.Farce.2 acts..by J. B. Buckstone 
 
 Uncle Crotchet.Farce.1 act. .by Mrs. A. Phillips 
 
 Vintagers, the.Drama.2 acts by E. J. Eyre 
 
 Vampire, the... .Drama.2 acts.. .by J. It. Planche 
 
 Venoni..Drama ..... 3 acts.... by M. G. Lewis 
 
 Village Lawyer, the.Farce.2 acts ...... Anon 
 
 Vidocq.Drama.2 acts.Anon 
 
 Van Dieman’s Land.Drama.3 acts..by W. T. Moncrioff 
 
 Voice of Nature.Drama.3 acts by Wm. Dunlap 
 
 Venus in Arms.Farce.1 act. .by Mrs. C. B. Wilson 
 
 Very Serious Affair, a.Farce.1 act.by A. Harris 
 
 Very Suspicious.Farce.1 act.. .by J. P. Simpson 
 
 Village Tale, a.Int.1 act by A. Younge 
 
 Wrecker’s Daughter, the...Play. 5 acts...by J. S. Knowles 
 
 Way to keep him, the.Comedy,.. .5 acts, .by Arthur Murphy 
 
 World, the.Comedy.... • 5 acts, .by James Kenney 
 
 Who wants a Guinea.Comedy.. .5 acts, .by Geo. Colman, Jr. 
 
 Woman’s Wit.Play.5 acts... .by J. S. Knowles 
 
 Wreck of honor.Play.5 acts by John Dunlap 
 
 Xerxes the Great.Drama..... 5 acts.Anon 
 
 X. Y. Z.Farce.2 acts..by G. Colman, Jr. 
 
 Yeoman’s Daughter, the.. .Drama.2 acts .by T. J . Serle 
 
 Young Hussar.Drama ....2 acts.by W. Dimond 
 
 Yes.Farce..1 act..by C. A. Saunders 
 
 Yankee Notes.Farce.1 act.by E. Stirling 
 
 Youthful days of William the Fourth.Drama. 2 acts.by C. Z. Barnet 
 
 Yellow Kids.Farce.1 act..bv M. Barnett 
 
 Youth love and folly.C. Opera.. . 1 act..by W. Dimond 
 
 Yellow Dwarf.Extrav.1 act.by J. It. Blanche 
 
 Young and Handsome.Extrav.lact..., “ “ “ 
 
 Your life’s in danger.Farce.1 act.. .by J. M. Morton 
 
 Zuma.Opera.3 acts.by T. Dibden