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 OR, 
 
 THE UNFORTUNATE LONDON APPRENTICE ! 
 
 A TRAGI-COMICAL, OPERATIC, HISTORICAL 
 
 BURLESQUE, 
 
 IN 
 
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 BY MONTAGUE CORRI, ESQ. 
 
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 T*1 ONLY EDITION CORRECTLY MARKED, BY PERMISSION , 
 FROM THE PROMPTER’S BOOK. 
 
 To which is added. 
 
 A DESCRIPTION OP THE COSTUME — CAST OP THE CHARACTERS 
 THE WHOLE OF THE STAGE BUSINESS, 
 SITUATIONS— ENTRANCES— EXITS— PROPERTIES, AND 
 DIRECTIONS 
 
 AS PERFORMED AT THE 
 
 HontioirCfceatres. 
 
 EMBELLISHED WITH A FINE ENGRAVING 
 By Mr, J.„Findlay, from a Drawing taken expressly in the Theatre, 
 
 LONDON: 
 
 Printed and published -by joins duncombe, 
 
 10 , MIDDLE ROW, HOLBORN. 
 
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 ®he Argument. 
 
 The Sad and Fearful History of George Barnwell has been 
 handed down to posterity by various traditions, in ancient and 
 tnodern ballads, but, like many others of days gone by, histo- 
 rians differ as to the character and station in life of those whose 
 history they would perpetuate. Some represent Thorogood as 
 an opulent merchant, some as a grocer, while others roundly 
 4s-8ertthat he was a merchant tailor, whose gallantry, in throw- 
 ing several yards of superfine cloth on the muddy road for 
 Queen Elizabeth to walk upon when she honoured the City 
 with her presence on a Lord Mayor’s Day, so won upon her Ma- 
 jesty’s admiration that she gave him a most extensive order in 
 his way of business — no less than a supply of clothing for the 
 brave fellows who went to sea to defeat the Spanish Armada. 
 This being the case, it is but fair to presume that Thorogood was 
 a master tailor and draper, and not a grocer, as it is evident that 
 he furnished a large supply of duck for those who fought under 
 Drake , all of which was pressed by his own goose . 
 
 As a warning to youth, the History of George Barnwell sur- 
 passes all others, and it is presumed that in presenting an Old 
 Friend with a New Face, and lightening the darker scenes, to- 
 gether with cutting out the cutting situations of deep tragedy 
 which has hitherto held possession of the Stage, it may not be 
 unpalateable to the Public, though retaining the Prophetic 
 Warning, “ Be warned, ye Youths,” &c. 
 
 The Music will be found to be the production of various Com- 
 posers, from the days of Queen Elizabeth to the present 
 time, (as is the case with all original Music of the pre- 
 sent day.) The Costume, unexceptionable. 
 
 The Scenery could not have been better had it been painted 
 for the oecasion, in fact, it is doubtful if it had 
 been as good. 
 
 1 he Properties will be, most properly, the antipodes of what 
 they ought to be. 
 
 The Machinery will be most extensive, as there is none 
 required. 
 
 'Ihus much having said , proceed we on to the Dramatis Personae, 
 
DRAMATIS PERSONS. 
 
 Chorogood, a Merchant Tailor,* Mr. Heslop. 
 
 Jeorge Barnwell , his Collecting Clerk and 
 
 Cutter Out Mr. Vale. <, 
 
 Jeremiah Barnwell , his Uncle— a City Pawn- 
 broker Mr. Neville, 
 
 Truman , Foreman of Thorogood*s Shop .... Mr. C, Hicks. 
 
 Blunt, Millwood's Servant Mr. Hawkins. 
 
 Sambo Stitchem, a Tailor of Colour Mr, Lamb. 
 
 Maria, Thorogood’s Daughter Miss Usher. 
 
 Millwood , a Man Catcher . Miss E. T errey. 
 
 Lucy, her Confidant Mrs. W. Daly. 
 
 Tailors, Police, fyc. fyc. 
 
 First produced at the Royal Surrey Theatre, May 27, 1844. 
 Time in Representation, 40 minutes. 
 
 costume. 
 
 Thorogood— Lavender coat, black breeches, worsted stock- 
 ings, red cap. 
 
 Georgy Barnwell — Bluejacket, white buttons, nankeen trow- 
 sers, boy’s hat. Second dress. Green frock coat, and cap — 
 (as disguise). 
 
 Jeremiah Barnwell — An eccentric black suit. 
 
 Truman — Black pantaloons, blue short-tailed coat, and em- 
 broidered waistcoat. 
 
 Blunt— Long suit of livery. 
 
 Sambo Stitchem — White jacket, black tight trowsers. 
 
 Millwood — Rose colour petticoat, embroidered silk dress, wig, 
 mall hat and feather. 
 
 Maria — White satin petticoat blue silk dress. 
 
 Lucy— White quilted petticoat, blue brocaded silk dress. 
 
GEORGY B A’R NWELL 
 
 SCENE I. 
 
 The Interior of Thorogood s Workshop . 
 
 A number of Tailors at work on the shopboard . Truman 
 attending. Tailors working very slowly. 
 
 chorus, Air — Billy Taylor. 
 
 Oh, listen to a tailor’s ditty, 
 
 While we work all of a row— * 
 
 We are the best in London city, 
 
 For to cut, or stitch, or sow. 
 
 Tol de riddle diddle dee. ( Sung rather slow.) 
 
 Enter Thorogood, r. u. 
 
 thor , What sleepy sounds are these ? ’Gad, 1*11 soon 
 wake you — 
 
 Work quicker, rascals, or I swear I’ll make you ! 
 
 [ Music— “ The Devil among the tailors.’ They work 
 quicker. ] 
 
 Aye, that’s betier. Quick work 1 like to see. 
 
 Go, Trueman, send Maria here to me. 
 
 I To Tailors] ’Tis evening, fellows— to supper you may 
 run — 
 
 But mind, to-morrow your work must all be done. 
 
 [Exit Tailors, l. h. 
 
 Here comes Maria, with looks demure — 
 
 Something’s amiss with her, I’m sure. 
 
 Eh ? perhaps some favour’d lover — 
 
 There is a mystery which I must discover. 
 
 Enter Maria, r h. 
 
 Maria, dear, I hope you’ve order’d what is nice 
 For our grand feast to-night, without regard to price — 
 Because these lords and dukes, my dear, 1 wish to show 
 How to provide a supper Merchant Tailors know, 
 song. — maria. Air — Away with melancholy. 
 
 Papa, I’ve nothing spared, but have tried to meet your wish, 
 There’s pies and puddings, beef, polonies, mutton, greens, and 
 fish, 
 
6 G8 JRGY BARNWELL* 
 
 And pipes, and beer, andbacco, and gin you’ll have, I vow — 
 You may drink, and smoke your pipe, and get as drunk 
 David’s sow. 
 
 (Repeat the two last lines.) 
 
 Thor . But, ’Ria, you look sad — I’m sure all is not rig! 
 Mar. I beg you will excuse me from the ball to-night. 
 Thor . Allow you to be absent ? That will never do — 
 These nobles visit me t but come to ogle you , 
 
 La ra la ra la ! 
 
 Mar . Dear sir, these merry folks will but increase n 
 
 sorrow. 
 
 Thor. Pish, pish ! let’s laugh to-day, and cry to-n»orro' 
 Think of a husband, girl— I’m getting old. 
 
 And want a heir to inherit all my gold. 
 
 There’s plenty suitors visit daily, are there not ? 
 
 It’s hard if you can’t pick one from the lot. 
 
 But I won’t force your inclination-pick and choose, 
 ’Twixt Heathens, Christians. Blackamoors, or Jews. 
 
 Mar. You are a good old dad, but yet 
 A husband I can’t pick from such a set. 
 
 Nor dukes, nor lords, howe’er so grand. 
 
 Shall ever marry me. My virgin hand 
 On some young trader I’d bestow 
 Who’d win my heart as well. 
 
 Thor. So, so— 
 
 1 guess'd as much— for, spite of all we say, 
 
 Girls, like grown women, will have their way. 
 
 Mar . [Affectedly ] May I depart? I’ve a pain in in 
 poor bead . 
 
 Thor . Go, then. I’ll to my shopboard 
 
 Mar . And I, to oe* 
 
 [Exit R. h. Thorogood goes up the Stage , as ti 
 Scene closes .] 
 
 SCENE II . — A Chamber in Millwood's House . 
 Enter Millwood and Lucy, r. h. 
 duett. Air— Norah Creina. 
 
 Mill. How do I look ? Tell me, pray 
 
 Lucy. Oh, killingly, I needs must say. 
 
 But why are you drest out so gay ? 
 
 There’s something in the wind, to»day. 
 
 Ac onquest, sure, you have in view. 
 
 Some rich old fool 
 
 No, that won’tdo. 
 
 The old ones are too deep, egad! 
 
 They’re up to snuff, and won’t be had. 
 
 Mill. 
 
GEORGY BARNWELL. ' 
 
 Mill . No, Lucy, no — rather say a youth I’ve seen 
 bout whose eye there’s something green. 
 
 Vith cash in plenty — paying and receiving— 
 tound him my spider’s web I’m weaving. 
 
 Lucy. And spider-like the snare you’ll lay. 
 
 Half aside.} To seize your victim, and destroy your prey 
 To Mill.] Is he handsome ? 
 
 Mill, Yes, the youth’s well made. 
 
 Lucy . Then, if your plans are deepiy laid, 
 ou may keep him for twelve months, or more. 
 
 Mill. Oh, I shall have done with him long before. 
 
 ‘or I have had an eye upon the spark, 
 
 V^hom I suspect to be a merchant's clerk- 
 met him yesterday, close by the Park, 
 made a sudden stop, and look’d, and sigh’d, 
 ask’d his name — “ George Barnwell," he replied, 
 feigned surprise and pleasure, and swore that he, 
 
 »f all men else 1 long had wished to see- 
 hat I had news of import to convey, 
 
 ’ he could meet me any where to-day. 
 
 ? fe named a tavern— I spoke of honour, and all that — 
 ask’d him to my house— I’ve caught the flat ! 
 
 Chuckling.] He’s coming — I expect him every minute, 
 nd if I don’t nail his cash, the devil's in it. 
 
 [ Knock without 
 
 ark— that’* the youth. Hun, Lucy — quick — [ Exit Lucy, 
 L. h.] — shew him in ! 
 
 ow to prepare my arts, his confidence to win. 
 et me consider — what scheme shall I devise? 
 
 a— he is here 
 
 Enter Barnwell, l. h. 
 
 Barn . Your pardon, madam— 
 
 Mill . [ Feigning timidity .] Sir— my joy 
 
 — surprise — — 
 
 Barn . [Aside. J What beauty J 
 
 Mill. [ Aside .] He fauller* ! 
 
 Barn . [Aside.} Those expres- 
 
 sive eyes ! 
 
 Mill You seem faiigued— be pleased to take a seat— 
 ou’ll take a drop to drink ? Nay, I’ll stand treat, 
 ort, sherry, hock, gin, rum, or brandy — 
 o ceremony, pray — they’re all quite, handy. 
 
 Barn. Nothing, I thank you, ma’am. 
 
 Mill. Nay, do not fear — 
 
 ou’re welcome, sir, to all that we have here. 
 
 [ l hey sit — Lucy has brought on a bottle and glasses 
 R. h. one of which Millwood presents to George ] 
 
8 GEOHGY BARNWELL. 
 
 Drink — ’twill raise your spirit hi^h above — 
 
 Twill teach you how to gnv.le on her you love. 
 
 Barn . Speak you of woman’s love, or wedding ring ? 
 
 I never yet have thought of such a thing:. 
 
 1 can t afford to be in love — because I know 
 My means are scant, my pockets rather low — 
 
 My master and my uncle I love true, 
 
 And better still, my friend 
 
 Mill . Oh, then you 
 
 Possess a friend whom you esteem, forsooth, 
 
 Above them all — oh, happy happy youth, 
 
 I envy you. I wish that I a man had been, 
 
 To be so loved— for friendship’s sake, I mean. 
 
 [ Blushing , and drawing nearer lo George, 
 Barn . [Aside] She’s casting a sheep’s eye at me. Oh, 
 My corns I She’s trod upon my toe ! 
 
 1 never sat so near a girl before — 
 
 It makes me feel quite strange all o’er. 
 
 Mill. [Sighing.] And I, alas 1 
 
 Barn. Oh, madam, how you sigh. 
 
 Don’t look so pale, nordo not pipe your eye. 
 
 For 1 must go, that’s poz ! Pray do not grizzle. 
 
 Mill. Oh, stay — Tis going to rain. 
 
 Barn. Then I must mizzle 1 
 
 TRI0.1 
 
 Air, from Rosina. — I’ll be your protector and guardian. 
 Mill. Consent, then, dear youth, for I won’t be denied, 
 
 You shall sup off a goose, and some bacon fried.j 
 Barn. My duty to master commands me away, 
 
 But the goose 1 smeil roasting inclines me to stay. 
 
 Lucy. {Aside.) Oho, my young spark, I dare bet you a crown, 
 
 Like the goose on the spii. you will soon be done brown. 
 His timid heart pants, and he seems quite perplext, 
 
 His heart seems quite gone, and his cash will go next. 
 
 Mill. Consent, then, dear youth — if you’ll only remain 
 This one night, I never willpress you again — 
 
 Your cash shall be safe, and no ill shall betide, 
 
 I’ll be your protector, your guardian, and guide. 
 
 Enter Blunt, r. h. 
 
 Air— -Oh, the roast beef of Old England. 
 
 Blunt. The supper is ready, and all smoking hot, 
 
 The taters are boiled, and just out of the pot. 
 
 The greens and the spinach are dish’d, so be brief, 
 Oh,the roast beef of Old England, oh the Old English 
 roast beef. 
 
 [They dance off , R. H. 
 
GEORGY BARNWELL. 
 
 9 
 
 SCENE III.— A Street near Thorogood's house. 
 
 Enter Barnwell, r. h. 
 
 Barn . Well, here I am, all safe and sound once more— 
 There stands our shop, the window, and the door. 
 
 Out all night ! what will my master say, 
 
 Hig money spent, and squander’d all away. 
 
 A rascal thief — his trust I have betrayed — 
 
 I’d ring the bell, but that I am afraid. 
 
 Enter Truman, l. is. 
 
 Who’s there ? 
 
 Tru. ’Tis I. 
 
 Barn . Truman, is’t you ? 
 
 Tru . Yes, your true friend. Barnwell, how d’ye do? 
 I’mfglad you’re come. We’ve been in such a fright ! 
 
 Barn . Why ? 
 
 Tru . Why? Because you’ve not been home all 
 
 night. 
 
 Butwhav’s the matter, eh ? 
 
 Barn . I am not well. 
 
 Tru . Not well ! What, ia’t a fever ? 
 
 Barn . I cannot tell. 
 
 It may be so. My eyes burn in their socktts. 
 
 A fever’s raging here. 
 
 Tru, Where ? 
 
 Barn. In my pockets I 
 
 A dreadful deed I’ve done, which can’t be undone — 
 
 I dare not stay — I’ll make a bolt from London. 
 
 Tru . What, would you go and leave your friend behind 
 Barn . I must, by jingo ! 
 
 Tru. He’s disordered in his mind ! 
 
 Oh, do not go [Seizing his hand.] 
 
 Barn « [ Loudly , and throwing him off.] I must ! 
 
 Tru. Here’s master coming. Hush 1 
 
 Barn. If that’s the case, it’s time for me to brush. 
 [Going.] 
 
 Enter Thorogood, with hat and cane , D. f. 
 
 Thor . Young man, without a cause to stay away all 
 night 
 
 Was wrong— and what is wrong can not be right. 
 
 But still I will not chide — my anger’s ended — 
 
 1 pardon you — go in and get your breeches mended. 
 
 Barn. Oh, sir, I don’t deserve it — you’re too kind. 
 
 If you knew all, I’m sure you’d change your mind. 
 
 My mad extravagance — my dissipation — 
 
 You’d send me to (he Po-Jice Stat on. 
 
10 GEORGY BARNWELL. 
 
 No greater rogue was ever left unhung 
 
 Thor. I'll hear no more, so hold your tongue I 
 Beware in future— beware of women loose— 
 
 Stick to your shopboard, your cabbage, and your goose. 
 
 [ Exit mysteriously , r. h 
 Barn Oh, what a precious rascal i must be, 
 
 To rob so good a tailor as is he. 
 
 Rather than rob again, I’d perish in a gutter. 
 
 But Millwood — shall 1 see her ? No, I’ll cut her ! 
 
 Well done, resolution ! Now I 11 go, and do 
 
 Enter Sambo Stitchem, hastily , l, h. 
 
 Well, friend Stitchem, what’s the news wnh you ? 
 
 Sambo. Two lady in de parlour, one so berry pretty, 
 Have brought a message from your uncle in de city. 
 Barn . Oh, my prophetic soul — my uncle, o.“d Two-to 
 one ! 
 
 Tell ’em I'll come instantly— Stitchem, run ! 
 
 [Exit Barnwell and Sambo, L. H 
 
 SCENE IV. — Chamber in Thorogood's House . 
 Millwood and Lucy ushered in by Sambo, l. h. 
 Sambo . Ladies, Massa Barney come in little minute. 
 
 [Exit Sambo, L. h 
 
 Mill. Very well. The game’s began — 1 11 try to win it. 
 Enter Barnwell, l, h. 
 
 Barn, Confusion ! Millwood! 
 
 Mill . That angry look I fear 
 
 We are not welcome. 
 
 Barn. [Agitated.] Why are you here ? 
 
 Seek you my ruin — to drive me to perdition ? 
 
 Mill Unkind and cruel 1 
 
 Barm How did you gain admission ? 
 
 Mill. We said your uncle sent us to request permission 
 That you should visit him. Bless me, don’t look so blue- 
 To pay a visit to my unde is nothing new. 
 
 Barn. But why did you come— what brought you here? 
 Mill. My legs. Bless me, your conduct’s very queer. 
 1*11 trouble you no more. I'll disappear ! 
 
 Barn. Then you are going to go 1 
 
 Mill . Yes — since it must be sc 
 
 But don’t condemn me. 
 
 Barn. Condemn ? Not I. 
 
 I think yon act wisely— -so good bye. 
 
 Mill. [Aside.] Confusion ! 
 
 Lucy , [To Millwood.] We’re dish'd ! He’s wiser lha 
 I thought — 
 
 I fear the gudgeon’s not so easy to be caught ! 
 
GEORGY BARNWELL, II 
 
 Mill . Has absence changed you, that you fume and fret 
 Barn, Perhaps it has. Would we had never met ! 
 
 Mill. Why so ? [Affecting tears.} 
 
 Lucy. She wilt not lose him, for she can wheedle. 
 
 Barn . [i4s?c?e] Her tears pierce sharp as any needle ! 
 Mill. HI depart I 
 
 Yet one embrace, at least, before we part 
 
 (Barnwell refrains. 
 
 Nay, then, a look— let that suffice, Oh, my heart ! 
 
 [ Exeunt Millwood and Lucy, L H. 
 Barn. She’s gone ! I’m glad — I’m sorry — no. I'm not. 
 For I have conquer’d 
 
 Mill. [ Re-entering with Lucy.] One thing I had forgot. 
 I never can go home again — 
 
 I thought this proper to explain, 
 
 Jn case that you should change your mind, 
 
 But that was needless 
 
 Bam Yet that was very kind. 
 
 Mill. [Fo Lucy ] My friend, your arm 
 
 Barn . Good bye— 
 
 but, ere you go. 
 
 There can be no danger, surely, if I know 
 Where you’re going to live. 
 
 Lucy. She can’t tell. 
 
 She’s quite done up, and she’s obliged to sell 
 
 Her house and goods — her pots and pans — ’tis true — 
 
 She’s ruin’d quite, and all along of you. 
 
 Barn Through me? Oh, tell me, Lucy, what’s the row 
 Lucy. Oh, that 8 too long a tale to tell you now. 
 
 She’s lost a sweetheart — he swears 
 
 He’ll never marry her — and, to clear all scores. 
 
 He’ll seize on all she’s got, and turn her out of doors. 
 
 Barn. It shall not be— from sheriff s bum I 11 bail her — 
 I’ll do it, 8 pi i t me t or I am no tailor 1 
 Rained through me ? my mind is on the rack — 
 
 [ Pauses and reflects. 
 Wait here a moment — I’ll soon come back. [Exit R. h. 
 Lucy. [To Millwood ] It’s well you came, or you d have 
 lost your pr’ze. 
 
 Mill. True- a house like mine can't stand without sup- 
 plies. 
 
 To lose him ’s bad enough, but ’twould be worse 
 If he had come without his purse. 
 
 Lucy. Aye, but your demands should be in moderation. 
 Mill. [ Pettishly .] That’s my affair, madam — so cease 
 your botheration. 
 
 See where he comes 
 
 He seems in great alarm. 
 
12 GEORGY BARNWELL. 
 
 Mill . He’s grot a roll of cloth stuck under his left arm. 
 Enter Barnwell, very pale , stepping cautiously , with coat , 
 breeches, and a roll of cloth. 
 
 Barn. [ Mysteriously .] The iron chest is lock’d, and mas- 
 ter’s got the key, 
 
 But take this roll of cloth — let no one see — 
 
 And here’s a purse, containing five pounds three j 
 A coat, and breeches, too— they’ll sell, no doubt, 
 
 And bring you money. Now begone — get out ! 
 
 Go to your home — no longer here remain 
 
 Mill . I’ll go— but hope to see you soon again. 
 
 Pray come to-night, I’ll get some pickled salmon. 
 
 You know I love you, Georgy Gammon l 
 
 [Spoke over his shoulder 
 Say but you’ll come— to morrow — Sunday, or next week. 
 Barn. Yes— no — I’m deaf— I’m dumb — I cannot speak ’ 
 duet. Air — Over the hills and far away, 
 
 Mill. Do not frown nor storm, I pray, 
 
 But come to-night — I’m sure you may, 
 
 To my house, near Dyer’s Quay, 
 
 O’er the Thames, and far away. 
 
 And I will feed you all the day 
 
 Barn. I shall catch it if you stay, 
 
 Take the clothes, and brush, 1 pray, 
 
 O’er the Thames, and far away. 
 
 Mill. My grief and sorrows none can tell, 
 
 The coat and breeches forc’d to sell, 
 
 One kiss before I say, farewell. 
 
 Barn. Take it at once, and goto 
 
 f A strode of the drum , and crash in the orchestra — hi 
 darts off without finishing the sentence — Millwood and Lucj 
 rush off, quite shocked at the opposite side.] 
 
 SCENE V. — The Street , as before. 
 
 Enter Truman, with a letter on which he gazes with mys 
 terious import. He breaks the seal , and appears to ex- 
 press various emotions -'horror, surprise, terror , Sfc. ir 
 pantomime. Maria appears at back, watching with in- 
 terest. 
 
 duett. Air — Aurora Waltz. 
 
 Truman. Oh, Barnwell, O I 
 
 Here’s a queer go, 
 
 How could you go for to do such a thing. 
 
 Maria, Truman, l fear, 
 
 Matters are queer— 
 
 Tell me the news that you bring. 
 
13 
 
 GEORGY BARNWELL. 
 
 Truman. I can’t conceal 
 
 What now I feel, 
 
 Barnwell I fear me has acted quite rash, 
 Sure as a gun, 
 
 Off he has run, 
 
 And cabbaged the cloth and the cash, 
 This letter here, 
 
 That’s written so queer, 
 
 Owns he’s committed a rob-be-ry. 
 
 And I’ve no doubt, 
 
 Now it’s found out, 
 
 Master will kick up a fine bob-be-ry. 
 
 Maria. Hold, Truman, hold ! 
 
 I’ve got some gold 
 
 Guineas as bright as the sun at noon day ; 
 
 If you’ll be mum, 
 
 Tell me the sum, 
 
 And all the cash I’ll repay. 
 
 Truman. Oh, my dear Miss, 
 
 Can you mean this ? 
 
 Sure you’re a good and generous lass. 
 
 Maria. Haste, Truman, kind, 
 
 George Barnwell find, 
 
 Tell him I’ll pay down the brass. 
 
 Truman. Madam, 1*11 go, 
 
 Swift as a roe. 
 
 1 may not lag far behind him — 
 
 Crikey, my jiggs, 
 
 Here’s your rum riggs, 
 
 I’ll bring him home, if I find him. 
 
 [ Exeunt l. H. 
 
 SCENE VI , — A Cut Wood, with various intersections. 
 Enter Barnwell, cautiously , u. e. r. h. with blunderbuss 
 and shears. 
 
 song. Air — Scots wha hae wi’ Wallace bled. 
 
 A dismal gloom obscures the sun, 
 
 A dreadful deed must now be done, 
 
 And I must shoot old two to one, 
 
 Or at least I’ll try. ( Chord. He starts.) 
 
 Crikey, Bill ! oh, what was that ? 
 
 Perhaps a ghost, or else a bat — 
 
 I must do the job, that’s flat l 
 So let him mind his eye. 
 
 [ Music changes— Haydn's Surprise — Pantomime business 
 — Stage gradually darker— Barnwell’s Uncle seen slowly 
 crossing at the back from L. h to r. u. during the fol- 
 lowing Solo. 
 
14 
 
 GEORGY BARNWELL 
 
 ( Very piano , and cautiously.) 
 
 Footsteps I distinctly hear — 
 
 Somebody is drawing near, 
 
 It’s my uncle coming here, [ Quickly darts behind foliage A 
 I must disappear ! 
 
 [Music— ** Non piu Andrai ''from *• Figaro. 
 Enter Uncle, rather fearfully, back, r. h, 
 solo. (Piano, and cautiously.) 
 
 If I was at all superstitious, 
 
 I should think matters look’d d n suspicious — 
 
 Strange whims make it run in my mind, sir, 
 
 I’m in danger before and behind^ sir, 
 
 With terror I’m fainting almost, sir — 
 
 Every tree looks like death, or a ghost, sir. 
 
 Horror freezes up my blood — 
 
 Zounds, I’m sticking in the mud ! 
 
 I'm afraid I shan’t get’out ! 
 
 Two to one I’m up the spout. 
 
 Ghosts and goblins in the trees, 
 
 Nimbly jump as any fleas. 
 
 Death’s head on a mopstick there, 
 
 Goggle eyes upon me stare. 
 
 P3ha! ’tis fancy racks my brain — 
 
 Ghosts, you threaten here in vain. 
 
 (Recovering his courage, and boldly striking his breast , in 
 token of his valour . ) 
 
 I’m as brisk as ginger pop, 
 
 If a thief my road should stop, 
 
 Over hedge and ditch I’d hop, 
 
 And run until 1 reach’d my shop. 
 
 [Barnwell comes forward with his blunderbuss, cauti- 
 ously , masked .] 
 
 Barn . It is my uncle— I know his old grey head — 
 
 By three gold balls he has gained his bread. 
 
 With one of lead I’ll shoot him dead, 
 
 Or Millwood’s ffst will punch my head ! 
 
 [Presents blunderbuss 
 Uncle. [Alarmed *| A man — and armed ! my fears, ala 
 were true. 
 
 Barn. Ha— discovered Then there’s an end of you 
 [Tries to fire blunderbuss , which won't go oj 
 My hand shakes. Avaunt, ye idle feats ! 
 
 The blunderbuss won t fire— come forth, my shears f 
 [Music* George Barnwell draws forth a pair of tailor 
 hears , and stabs his uncle , who falls, and his tail ye 
 tangled in the shears .] 
 
 solo — uncle. Air — Marlbrook. 
 
 Oh, dear, 1 fear he has slew me, 
 
 For the shears hare stuck into me. 
 
GEOEGY BARNWELL. 
 
 15 
 
 A hole he’s made right through me, 
 
 Six inches wide or more. 
 
 I feel my blood run out, 
 
 Like water from the spout — 
 
 May the chap that murder’d me, 
 
 Never hang on Tyburn tree, 
 
 But fully pardon’d be, 
 
 ^And never kill no more. ( Repeat second part of Air .) 
 For nephew, Heaven send 
 You ne’er may want a friend, 
 
 Who’!! give you money plenty, 
 
 Whene’er your pocket’s empty— 
 
 I forgive you all I’ve lent ye, 
 
 Alas! I can no more. (Faints.) 
 
 [George Barnwell, after a pause of horror , knee/s by his 
 Uncle.] 
 
 Oh, murdered saint, look up, and view 
 Your nephew, who did run you through. 
 
 Oh, do not look so kindly, pray — 
 
 He does not speak, because he’s naught to say. 
 
 [Uncle dies — Barnwell takes up the shears and tal 
 
 song. Air — The girl I left behind me. 
 
 Poor Uncle Jeremiah’s dead, 
 
 As dead as any door nail — 
 
 And these damn’d shears have cut his thread, 
 
 And that’s a sad and sore tail. ( Shews shears and t 
 Through Millwood to this state I’m brought — 
 
 1 soon shall learn to hate her — 
 
 They'Ml hang me up if 1 am caught — 
 
 They will, so help me tater. 
 
 O poor Georgy — unlucky Georgy Barnwell — 
 
 O poor Georgy, &c. 
 
 W here shall I go — for fly I must — 
 
 At every step 1 faulter, 
 
 My throat is parch’d, my neck feels just 
 As if 'twas in a halter. 
 
 To Millwood I’ll for safety run, 
 
 Some kindly place she’ll find me, 
 
 For though bad deeds 1 have began, 
 
 Still worse may lag behind me. 
 
 O poor Georgy, &c. 
 
 [Exit L H. 
 
 SCENE VII . — Chamber in *ji ^ wood’s House. 
 Enter Millwood, u. e. r. h. 
 
 Hill. Suppose th» deed done — hi* uncle dead — 
 Then I should have no cause to drea<k 
 
H* GEORGY BARNWELL. 
 
 Yet, if he fails, my case is queer — 
 
 But hold — I wrong him. He is here! 
 
 Enter Barnwbll, l. h. His face pale— his hands bloody. 
 Pale and disordered, there he trembling stands — 
 
 The deed is done — there’s blood upon his hands. 
 
 Barn. Where shall I hide ? Which way shall I run ? 
 
 If they should catch me. I’m undone. 
 
 Oh, hide me in the dust hole— 
 
 MM- Dismiss this fear— 
 
 I’ll undertake they shall not find you here. 
 
 By art contrived, I have a curious chimney 
 
 Barn. What, smother in me soot ? Oh, Gemini ! 
 
 Mill. A safer place you can’t desire. 
 
 Barn. Yes — but suppose they light a fire— 
 
 Like Hambro’ beef, 1 shall be smoked and dried. 
 
 Mill. ’Tis the best place where you can hide. 
 
 But, truce to all this childish fear — 
 
 Quick, tell me all. I want to hear 
 What you have gain’d. Be firm — be bold — 
 
 Has* got his watch, his keys, his gold ? 
 
 Barn . Hold, Millwood — hold ! Don’t go no furder— 
 D’ye think I’d rob as well as murder ? 
 
 Mill. What ? Murder your uncle, and not take his 
 purse ? 
 
 Why that is making matters ten times worse. 
 
 Hence, snivelling knave ! Why do you fly to me. ? 
 
 Dost think I’d screen a beggar ? 
 
 Barn. This from thee ? 
 
 Oh, Millwood, would you to the gibbet send me ? 
 
 Say that you hate, and grief will quickly end me. 
 
 Mill. [Aside.] In his mad freaks he may discover all— 
 To save myself from ruin, he must fall. 
 
 Time presses— there is no other way. [Rings the bell . 
 
 Enter Blunt, r. h. 
 
 Fetch me an officer without delay, 
 
 To seize this murderer. Should he escape, 
 
 I may be thought as bad as he. 
 
 Barn. [Aside.] Monster, in human shape 1 
 
 [ To Millwood.] Oh, Millwood, you cannot mean it. ’Tis 
 true 
 
 That I deserve to die, but not by you. 
 
 Oh, call him back — let it not be said. 
 
 That l by you should be betrayed. 
 
 Oh, this is dirty conduct, Mill ! 
 
 Mill. Call my conduct what you will. 
 
 I wish to live, and be from danger free — 
 
 I shan’t be safe till you’re at Tyburn tree. 
 
GEORGY BARNWELL. 
 
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 Slim. Have you no pity ? 
 
 Mill, Pity to the winds I fling, 
 
 I II ’peach you, Georgy 
 
 Barn. Then I must swing ! 
 
 Blunt and Constables enter L. h. 
 chorus. Airs — Lucy Long, and Jim along, Josey. 
 
 To Newgate we’ll make him go — 
 
 ’Tis needless now to faulter, 
 
 We’ll place him safe in limbo, 
 
 And fit him with a halter. 
 
 Hey come along — come along, Georgy — 
 
 Hey, come along, come along, George. 
 
 Mill. Conceal a murderer ? A pretty go ! 
 
 Seize that assassin — [Points to Barnwell.] — I’ll prove him 
 so — 
 
 [Pointedly to Officers.] And when he’s hang’d, pray let me 
 know. 
 
 duett. Air— Roy’s Wife of Aldivalloch. 
 
 Barn, Have some pity, Millwood, pray, 
 
 If your heart ain’t tough as leather — 
 
 Think, when down by Dice's Quay, 
 
 We used to sup and dance together. 
 
 I lov’d you best of woman kind, 
 
 And treated you with pickled salmon — 
 
 But now, alas, too late I find, 
 
 Ycur love for me was only gammon. 
 
 Mill. Cease your whining, I beseech, 
 
 Vain are your attempts to carney — 
 
 I’m determined to impeach, 
 
 Andseeyou swing at Tyburn, Barney. 
 
 Barn. Be warn’d, ye youths, by my sad fate — 
 
 Shun women loose, who’d take your heart in, 
 
 Or else their love you’ll find, too late. 
 
 Is all my eye, and Betty Martin. 
 
 [ The Officers conduct Banwell off at l. h. Blunt re- 
 mains at the enlranc . J 
 
 Enter Thokogood, l. h. 
 
 Thor. Where is the scandal of her sex ? Oh, there she 
 stands. 
 
 Mill Heyday ! 
 
 What lingo’s this ? Whom do mean, sir, hey ? 
 
 Thor. Millwood. 
 
 Mill. My name’s Millwood. What have you to 
 
 say ? 
 
 Thor. I’m Barnwell’s master— saucy railer ! 
 
 Mill. Lucv , then, has split — I must go slow, 
 
 And by hypocrisy avert the blow. 
 
1 GEORGY BARNWELL. 
 
 Of all your ire, good sir, I now perceive the cause — 
 I'll ha>e that Lucy seized — she shan't evade the laws. 
 His uncle’s blood for justice cries out, 
 
 Let me come at her — I'll tear her eyes out ! 
 
 Thor, You pass not, fury ! I know your aim — 
 
 I’ll stick in your skirts, and spoil your game. 
 
 song. — Millwood, Air, from Midas. 
 
 ( Boldly , and with assurance.) 
 Your threats to me an’t worth a button, 
 
 My hands from blood are pure and free. 
 Though Barnwell’s uncle’s dead as mutton, 
 I’ll prove that he warn’t kill’d by me. 
 Pray be quiet, 
 
 Cease this riot, 
 
 While I to my chamber hie — 
 
 (Aside, with a mali ious grin.) 
 
 If you’ll tarry, 
 
 ■ ,, By old Harry, 
 
 You’ll smell powder, by and by. 
 
 [ Exit R. 
 
 Enter Lucy, Blunt, Tailors, and Constables. 
 
 LUCY. 
 
 Gentlemen,! pray beware, 
 
 For Millwood’s upto something queer — 
 
 Some stand here, and some stand there, 
 
 And seize her when she enters here. 
 
 She’s contriving, 
 
 And conniving, 
 
 How to vent on us her spite. 
 
 Now she's coming, 
 
 Don’t stond humming, 
 
 Seize the wretch, and hold her tight! 
 
 [Millwood suddenly enters r. h. with a pistol, wh 
 as she raises Blunt seizes*] 
 
 Blunt, No, you don’t ! We’ve caught you, ma’am, 
 last. 
 
 Thor . Seize her, and mind you hold her fast. 
 
 [Officers seize ) 
 
 M'll. Alas, then, I to gaol must go — 
 
 Lead on, ye bailiffs, since it must be so. 
 
 Enter Maria, l, h. 
 
 A/ar. Oh, where’s my Georgy ? Let him not die* 
 
 Mill. [ Looking at Maria,] Oh, that’s his sweetheo 
 What a guy •' 
 
 He’s gone to Noog ate, ma’am, and so must I. 
 
 Enter Truman, hastily , l. h. 
 
 Tru. Hold, my good friends ! A moment slay— 
 Barnwell will not be tried to-day. 
 
 He is free 1 
 
GE ORGY BARNWELL* 
 
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 Thor. Why, how the devil did he get away ? 
 
 Tru 1 only know, that chance has willed 
 That his dead uncle is not killed. 
 
 Mar. Oh where, then, is he? To his arms I fly ! 
 
 Enter Barnwell, l. h. 
 
 Barn. Who calls on Barnwell ? Here am I l 
 Enter Uncle, r, h. without his tail. 
 
 Uncle . And I also. 
 
 Barn • [A iarmed.] na- my uncle ! Oh, spectre dread ! 
 Uncle ■ Courage, you fool ! I am not dead, 
 our shears were blunt about the edges, 
 
 So I 8 till live to take in pledges. 
 
 But that which most with wonder fills. 
 
 That I’ve b°en saved by Holloway s Pills. 
 
 Omnei • Oh I on ! 
 
 Uncle. Aye, you may doubt, but truth I’ve said 
 
 A box within my pocket laid — 
 
 The shears struck tha’, and being new, 
 
 The points too blunt, did not go through, 
 
 And so I wasn t kill’d by you. 
 
 Thus by one box of Holloway’s pills, 
 
 I’ve saved my life, my cash, my bills. 
 
 Thor. And now, to end this jarring strife, 
 
 We'll make Maria Barnwell’s wife- 
 
 Uncle . Agreed. I'll give consent with pleasure. 
 
 Thor. If that’s the ease, 1*11 take their measure. 
 
 And ciothes I’ll furnish for their i>se — 
 
 Mo cabbage take— 1 hope no goose. 
 
 FINALE. 
 
 Air — Yankee Doodle. 
 
 Barn. Kind gentlefolks, I hope you’ll give 
 My case consideration — 
 
 For 'Ria’s sake my crime forgive, 
 
 And make no hesitation. 
 
 Maria. And if a boon his wife may crave, 
 
 While you’re in consultation — 
 
 A true repentant sinner save, 
 
 From cruel condemnation.. 
 
 ..Will. May Millwood now express a hope, 
 i Whose head a tress of hair decks. 
 
 You’ll save her from the fatal rope, 
 
 And not forsake the fair sex. 
 
 Lucy. And Lucy, too, your favour seeks— 
 
 Jn you her only trust is. 
 
 She’s put an end to Millwood’s freaks, 
 
 And brought her up to justice. 
 
‘-0 GEORGY BARN WEIL. 
 
 LJncle Now Pm your uncle, you all know, 
 
 My shop is at the West End, 
 
 Folks come to me when cash is short, 
 
 And swear I am their best Iriend. 
 
 Perhaps some friend among you might 
 Some money wish to borrow — 
 
 Then pledge your hands with me to-night, 
 
 And back the pledge to-morrow. 
 
 Barn , {Coming forward to footlights. Apart to Avdience.) 
 A word in private, as a friend — 
 
 There’s uncle, you ali know him. 
 
 My money’s gone, and he won’t lend 
 Till 1 pay what 1 owe him. 
 
 But that’s beyond my power quite, 
 
 Or else of him I’d borrow, 
 
 Though if you’ll let me live to-night, 
 
 I’ll try him on to-morrow. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 If that’s beyond his power quite, 
 
 He surely cannotborrow, 
 
 But let George Barnweli live to-night, 
 
 And try him on to-morrow. 
 
 THE CURTAIN FALLS. 
 
 Prlatad by John Dimconi be. Middle how, Holtort*