SCENE vi PART SECOND
Last, the sweated herbage lifts a leering light, And ftantes traverse the field; and hurt and slain, Opposed, opposers, in a common plight Am scorched togetfier on the dusk champaign.
The fire dies down, and darkness enwraps the scene.
BRIGHTON. THE ROYAL PAVILION
It is the birthday dinner-party of the PRINCE OF WALES. In the floridly decorated banqueting-room stretch tables spread with gold and silver plate, and having artificial fountains in their midst.
Seated at the tables are the PRINCE himself as host—rosy, well curled, and affable—the DUKES OF YORK, CLARENCE, KENT, SUSSEX, CUMBERLAND, and CAMBRIDGE, with many noblemen, including LORDS HEADFORT, YARMOUTH, BERKELEY, EGREMONT, CHICHESTER, DUDLEY, SAY AND SELE, SOUTHAMPTON, HEATHFIELD, ERSKIN¥K, KEITH, C SOMERSET, G. CAVENDISH, R. SEYMOUR, and others; SIR C. POLE, SIR E. G. DE CRESPIGNY, MR. SHERIDAN; Generals, Colonels, and Admirals, and the REV. MR. SCOTT.
The PRINCE'S band plays in the adjoining room. The banquet is drawing to its close, and a boisterous conversation is in progress.
Enter COLONEL BLOOMFIELD with a dispatch for the PRINCE, who looks it over amid great excitement in the company. In a few moments silence is called.
PRINCE OF WALES
I ha^e the joy, my lords and gentlemen,
To rouse you with the just imported tidings
From General Wellesley through Lord Castlereagh
Of a vast victory (noisy cheers) over the French in
The place—called Talavera de la Reyna (If I pronounce it rightly)—long unsung, Wears now the crest and blazonry of fame! (Cheers.) The heads and chief contents of the dispatch I read you as succinctly as I can. (Cheers.)