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he will resign the lady, without forcing you to proceed against him?

Abs. Come on then, sir-[Draws.]; since you won't let it be an amicable suit, here's my reply.

Enter SIR ANTHONY Absolute,


Dav. Knock 'em all down, sweet Sir Anthony; knock down my master in particular; and bind his hands over to their good behaviour!

Sir Anth. Put up, Jack, put up, or I shall be in a frenzy how came you in a duel, sir?

Abs. Faith, sir, that gentleman can tell you better than I; 'twas he called on me, and you know, sir, I serve his majesty.

Sir Anth. Here's a pretty fellow; I catch him going to cut a man's throat, and he tells me, he serves his majesty!-Zounds! sirrah, then how durst you draw the king's sword against one of his subjects?

Abs. Sir, I tell you! that gentleman called me out, without explaining his reasons.

Sir Anth. Gad! sir, how came you to call my son out, without explaining your reasons?

Sir Luc. Your son, sir, insulted me in a manner which my honour could not brook.

Sir Anth. Zounds! Jack, how durst you insult the gentleman in a manner which his honour could not brook?

Mrs. Mal. Come, come, let's have no honour before ladies.- Captain Absolute, come here - How could you intimidate us so? - Here's Lydia has been terrified to death for you.

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Abs. O! my little angel, say you so!

Sir Lucius I perceive there must be some mistake here, with regard to the affront which you affirm I have given you. I can only say, that it could not have been intentional. And as you must be convinced, that I should not fear to support a real injury, you shall now see that I am not ashamed to atone for an inadvertency -I ask your pardon. But for this lady, while honoured with her approbation, I will support my claim against any man whatever.

Sir Anth. Well said, Jack, and I'll stand by you, my boy.

Acres. Mind, I give up all my claim I make no pretensions to any thing in the world; and if I can't get a wife without fighting for her, by my valour! I'll live a bachelor.

Sir Luc. Captain, give me your hand: an affront handsomely acknowledged becomes an obligation; and as for the lady, if she chooses to deny her own hand-writing, here [Takes out letters.

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[Walks aside with CAPTAIN ABSOLUTE. Mrs. Mal. Sir Lucius O'Triggerungrateful as you are- I own the soft impeachment pardon my blushes, I am Delia.

Sir Luc. You Delia - pho! pho! be easy.

Mrs. Mal. Why, thou barbarous Vandyke those letters are mineWhen you are more sensible of my benignity - perhaps I may be brought to encourage your addresses.

Sir Luc. Mrs. Malaprop, I am extremely sensible of your condescension; and whether you or Lucy have put this trick on me, I am equally beholden to you. And, to show you I am not ungrateful, Captain Absolute, since you have taken that lady from me, I'll give you my Delia into the bargain.

Abs. I am much obliged to you, Sir Lucius; but here's my friend, Fighting Bob, unprovided for.

Sir Luc. Hah! little Valour-here, will you make your fortune?

Acres. Odds wrinkles! No.- But give me your hand, Sir Lucius, forget and forgive; but if ever I give you a chance of pickling me again, say Bob Acres is a dunce, that's all.

Sir Anth. Come, Mrs. Malaprop, don't be cast down you are in

your bloom yet.

Mrs. Mal. O Sir Anthony - men are all barbarians.

[All retire but JULIA and FAULKLAND. Jul. [Aside.] He seems dejected and unhappy-not sullen; there was some foundation, however, for the tale he told me -O woman! how true should be your judgment, when your resolution is so weak.

Faulk. Julia!- how can I sue for what I so little deserve? I dare not presume yet Hope is the child of Penitence.

Jul. O! Faulkland, you have not been more faulty in your unkind treatment of me, than I am now in wanting inclination to resent it. As my heart honestly bids me place my weakness to the account of love, I should be ungenerous not to admit the same plea for yours.

Faulk. Now I shall be blest indeed!

Sir Anth. [Coming forward.] What's going on here? So you have been quarrelling too, I warrant! Come, Julia, I never interfered before; but let me have a hand in the matter at last. All the faults I have ever seen in my friend Faulkland seemed to proceed from what he calls the delicacy and warmth of his affection for you There, marry him directly, Julia; you'll find he'll mend surprisingly! [The rest come forward.

Sir Luc. Come, now, I hope there is no dissatisfied person, but what is content; for as I have been disappointed myself, it will be very hard if I have not the satisfaction of seeing other people succeed better.

Acres. You are right, Sir Lucius.— So Jack, I wish you joy - Mr. Faulkland the same.- Ladies,- come now,

to show you I'm neither vexed nor angry, odds tabors and pipes! I'll order the fiddles in half an hour to the New Rooms and I insist on your all meeting me there.

Sir Anth. 'Gad! sir, I like your spirit; and at night we single lads will drink a health to the young couples, and a husband to Mrs. Malaprop.

Faulk. Our partners are stolen from us, Jack I hope to be congratulated by each other yours for having checked in time the errors of an ill-directed imagination, which might have betrayed an innocent heart; and mine, for having, by her gentleness and candour, reformed the unhappy temper of one, who by it made wretched whom he loved most, and tortured the heart he ought to have adored.

Abs. Well, Jack, we have both tasted the bitters, as well as the sweets of love; with this difference only, that you always prepared the bitter cup for yourself, while I

Lyd. Was always obliged to me for it, hey! Mr. Modesty? - But, come, no more of that our happiness is now as unalloyed as general.

Jul. Then let us study to preserve it so: and while Hope pictures to us a flattering scene of future bliss, let us deny its pencil those colours which are too bright to be lasting.- When hearts deserving happiness would unite their fortunes, Virtue would crown them with an unfading garland of modest hurtless flowers; but illjudging Passion will force the gaudier rose into the wreath, whose thorn offends them when its leaves are dropped! [Exeunt omnes.

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Nay, I have heard that statesmen

great and wise

Will sometimes counsel with a lady's eyes!

The servile suitors watch her various face,

She smiles preferment, or she frowns disgrace,

Curtsies a pension here there nods a place.

Nor with less awe, in scenes of

humbler life,

Is viewed the mistress, or is heard the wife.

The poorest peasant of the poorest soil, The child of poverty, and heir to toil, Early from radiant Love's impartial light

Steals one small spark to cheer this

world of night:

Dear spark! that oft through winter's chilling woes

Is all the warmth his little cottage knows!

The wandering tar, who not for years has pressed

The widowed partner of his day of


On the cold deck, far from her arms removed,

Still hums the ditty which his Susan loved;

And while around the cadence rude is blown,

The boatswain whistles in a softer


The soldier, fairly proud of wounds and toil,

Pants for the triumph of his Nancy's smile;

But ere the battle should he list her cries,

The lover trembles and the hero dies!

That heart, by war and honour steeled to fear,

Droops on a sigh, and sickens at a tear!

But ye more cautious, ye nicejudging few,

Who give to beauty only beauty's due,

Though friends to love-ye view with deep regret

Our conquests marred, our triumphs incomplete,

Till polished wit more lasting charms disclose,

And judgment fix the darts which beauty throws!

In female breasts did sense and merit rule,

The lover's mind would ask no other school;

Shamed into sense, the scholars of our eyes,

Our beaux from gallantry would soon be wise;

Would gladly light, their homage to improve,

The lamp of knowledge at the torch of love!


Translated by Gilbert Murray



HECUBA, Queen of Troy, wife of Priam, mother
of Hector and Paris

CASSANDRA, daughter of Hecuba, a prophetess
ANDROMACHE, wife of Hector, Prince of Troy
HELEN, wife of Menelaüs, King of Sparta; car-
ried off by Paris, Prince of Troy
TALTHY BIUS, Herald of the Greeks
MENELAUS, King of Sparta, and, together with

his brother Agamemnon, General of the

Soldiers attendant on Talthybius and Menelaüs Chorus of Captive Trojan Women, young and old, maiden and married.

The scene represents a battlefield, a few days after

the battle. At the back are the walls of Troy, partially ruined. In front of them, to right and left, are some huts, containing those of the Captive Women who have been specially set apart for the chief Greek leaders. At one side some dead bodies of armed men are visible. In front a tall woman with white hair is lying on the ground asleep.

It is the dusk of early dawn, before sunrise. The figure of the god POSEIDON is dimly seen be fore the walls.

Poseidon. Up from Aegean caverns,

pool by pool

Of blue salt sea, where feet most beautiful

Of Nereïd maidens weave beneath the foam

Their long sea-dances, I, tneir lord,

am come,

Poseidon of the Sea. 'Twas I whose


With great Apollo, builded tower by


These walls of Troy; and still my care

doth stand

True to the ancient People of my hand; Which now as smoke is perished, in the shock

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