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A TRAGEDY, IN FIVE ACTS.
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LOVE'S VICTORY;

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THE SCHOOL FOR PRIDE.

A COMEDY, IN FIVE ACTS.

FOUNDED ON THE SPANISH OF DON AUGUSTIN MORETO,

FIRST PERFORMED AT THE

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ADVERTISEMENT.

THE leading situations of this Play are MORETO'S. They have
been adopted by MOLIERE, Gozzi, and more recently in the
German language, by an author of less celebrity than these, but
who, nevertheless, has done more justice to the original than
either. I have generally followed the arrangement of WEST,
(the German author.) Some of the situations, I think, I have
improved ; but I was amongst the first to perceive, that in the
attempt to introduce additional characters I had not been suc-
cessful. The want of experience must be my excuse. The
language, whatever be its merit's, or its sins, is my own. ,

I should prove myself utterly insensible to the kindest and
most friendly treatment, if I neglected this opportunity of de-
claring that the conduct of Mr. KEMBLE, in every thing connected
with this Play, has been extremely opposed to the courses often
charged upon managers.

The public tribute of admiration which has been so liberally
bestowed upon the acting of the Comedy renders it unnecessary
that I should do more than repeat, generally, those thanks which
I have not been so ungrateful as to forget in private.

The words and passages marked with inverted commas were
erased by the Licenser. I have only printed them to show with
what vigilance the purity of the Stage is notv guarded. I am
particularly repentant for the heinous crime of alluding to the
heathen mythology.

THE AUTHOR

DRAMATIS PERSONS.

Don Diego, Duke of Barcelona Mr. EGERTON.

Don Cesar, Prince of Naples Mr. KEMBLE.

Don Luis, Prince of Bearne Mr. DURUSET.

Don Gas ton, Prince of Foix Mr. POWER.

Don Pedro, An Old Courtier Mr. FARREN.

Perm, Secretary to the Princess Diana. . . . Mr. JONES.

Lopez, Servant to Don Pedro Mr. BLANCHARD.

Princess Diana, Daughter to the Duke . . Miss LACY.

Donna Laura, -\ /* Miss JONES.

J- Cousins to the Princess 4
Donna Louisa, J I Miss HENRY.

Donna Floretta, Maid of Honor to the Princess Miss LOVE.
MASQUERS — ATTENDANTS, &c.

Scene— BARCELONA.

LOVE'S VICTORY,

OR

THE SCHOOL FOR PRIDE.

ACT I.— SCENE I.

Garden of the Palace. .
Enter LOPEZ, carrying a camp chair, mantle, fyc.

Lopez. A FAMINE on this feasting, say I. My
master spends his substance on his outward man,
and leaves his serving man to feed upon shadows.
These gewgaws swallow more dinners than would
keep a fat monastery a week, and thou, Lopez,
hast not gorged one for a fortnight. Ah ! this
comes of thy pride ! Thou must serve a courtier,
forsooth, and not be content with a full belly in a
citizen's chimney corner ! Well, they say your
proud stomachs always get pinched ; and truly
enough mine has long been at the last pinch. I
see not why a man shouldn't be able to put his
stomach upon board wages, when he has nothing
for it to do. But mine is an unconscionable and
a villanous stomach ; the less work I give it, the
more it wants feeding. This is the place where I
am to wait for my master; so I'll even sit me down.
(Opens the chair and sits down, yawning.} Ah !
good stomach, I hear thee crying like a child, and
all I can do is to lull thee to sleep. [Sleeps.

Enter DON PEDRO.

D. Peel. A plague on this lazy knave ! How
shall I pedestrianize an entire mile, without rest-
ing my weary limbs ! (Seeing LOPEZ.) Profane vil-

B

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lain ! (beats him ; LOPEZ starts and tumbles off the
chair.} There, knave ; learn the fate of all who
thrust themselves into the seats of their betters.

Lop. I was dreaming of a fat capon, and now I
get nothing but the basting.

D. Ped. (Sitting down wearily?) I swear, by Her-
cules, the fatigue of seeing these tournaments and
games, will make an old man of me.

Lop. An old man ? A dead man, sir. It's enough
to kill the finest courtier in the world. Do let me
go and order dinner quietly at home to-day, sir.

D. Ped. Peace, thou gormandizing knave! Thou
thinkest of nothing but thy appetite, and nothing
satisfies it.

Lop. I wish nothing would satisfy it; for Heaven
knows, it gets plenty of that.

D. Ped. Hast thou a further relish for this cane?
Give me the mantle, that I get not a chill in my
bones, while I invigorate my locomotive energies,
and prepare for my walk to the palace.

Lop. Then he dines out again ; and not only I,
but the rats and mice must be starved to death,
unless we eat each other.

D.Ped. Keep watch, sirrah, that none approach
to surprise me in. my relaxations.

Lop. (going out.} — O that I were a dog in the
Duke's kitchen ! (runs back.} — Sir ! Here comes
Mister Perin, the Princess's cook— I mean her
secretary.

D. Ped. (Jumps up hastily.} — Quick, Lopez. —
( They put up the chair, 8$c. and LOPEZ runs off.} —
Confound the fellow, I shall scarcely be able to
stand upon my legs.

Enter PEUIN.

Signer Perin, accept the salutations of this joyous
day.

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Per. Don Pedro, your servant. Brave tilting
again to-day, and Don Cesar again victorious.
Do you not break a lance for the honor of Bar-
celona ?

I}. Ped. Vanity, sir, mere vanity. These strip-
lings should be advised to return home, and take
more care of their skins ; for, if each were spitted
upon the other's lance, like a row of roasting larks,
depend upon it, the Princess would still behold
them with perfect indifference.

Per. In truth, her heart seems to be impreg-
nable.

D. Ped. That may not be the exact state of the
case either. The court of Barcelona may have
attractions of its own — certain remains of a bet-
ter age — not to be overlooked in the present uni-
versal degeneracy of the species.

Per. (Apart.') — Before Heaven, it is true that
this antiquated Acteon believes Diana in love
with him. Perin, here's game afoot for thy genius
of mischief, and it shall run hard but thou hast
sport. (Aloud.)— Then you have no faith in the
Princess's philosophy ?

D. Ped. Poh! Poh! The counterpart of many
other modern philosophies, I assure ye : adopted
in ignorance, nursed in obstinacy, and maintained
by violating every rule of natural understanding.
In the true age, Signor, there was none of your
philosophy.

Per. But — are you not cruel to the lady, Don,
as well as severe upon the age ?

D. Ped. No; by the frigidity of Dian's self,
no! One must give way to the inspirations of the
old spirit now and then, — that's all. I confess the
severity, — but for the cruelty, I must deny it :
and do not hesitate to avow myself sympathetically
disposed towards the unhappy condition of the

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Princess, when I see her compelled to endure the
presence of these degenerate suitors, — these mere
apologies for men.

Per. It is undeniable that they have hitherto
failed to attract her admiration.

D. Fed. It is quite natural that men of such a
stamp should be scouted and jilted. But if here
and there, you meet with a precious relic of the
veritable school, — by the son of Venus, he's per-
secuted to death with the importunities of the sex.
Per. (Apart.} — Thou prince of hoary cox-
combs ! — (Aloud.} — The asserter of the fact, Don,
is himself its example.

D. Ped. Ha ! Ha ! I perceive, Signor Perin,
you have a touch of the old spirit about ye. But
for the wit of the present age — poh ! — whip me,
the dull rogues. By the waters of Castalia, the
sacred fount has been hermetically sealed for the
last fifty years.

Per. No!

D. Pen. I affirm it.

Per. No, no.

D. Ped. How, Sir ! A contradiction ? By the
extremity of my rapier

Per. Not to the precious relics, Don !

D. Ped. Pardon ! Always excepting the un-
worthy remnants of the divine age. By the ve-
racity of a poet, Signor Perin, I have seen the time
when the court of Barcelona has been thrown into
a nine days' extasy at a sonnet ; and the whole state
convulsed by an epigram. But that was the age
of taste and genius ; — this is the reign of filthy
dollars. It absolutely hurts one's feelings to live
in such a dirty age ! Even to matters of state the
corruption extends. Have we not modern in-
stances of diplomacy without intrigue ? Have we
not seen treaties concluded, and alliances effected,

Sc. 1. A COMEDY. 5

with such vulgar perspicuity, as to come within the
merest plebeian comprehension ?

" Per. Why, truly, the changing of a govern-
" ment, in these days, seems to be considered about
" as simple a matter as the selling of an English-
" man's wife in Smithfield.

" D. Fed. Ay, ay ; that England is the hot-bed
" of all your modern degeneracies. By the ge-
" nius of your countryman, Signor, the illustrious
" Machiavelli, I'd turn that island into a galley,
" and send all the malefactors and lovers of liberty,
"from every part of the world, on board her.

C They laugh .)"

Per. Egad, Don, you work those " English"
fellows rarely.

Z). Ped. D'ye think I'm pretty strong upon
them, Signor?

Per. " A very Sampson among the Philistines!

"Z>. Ped. Ha! Ha ! Ha ! (Takes hold of Perm's
" arm suddenly, and cries out) O ! — O ! — O!

Per. " For Heaven's sake," what's the matter,
Don?

D. Ped. A vile rheumatism across my back —
O ! — O ! — and a tremor in my joints. I pray ye,
Signor, — your arm to the palace. Ah ! these are
the pains and penalties of us rattling spirits.

Per. Ay, — even of our " Sampsons," Don.

D. Ped. It comes of living in such a cursed age,
sir. By the waters of Castalia — gently — the sa-
cred fount — not too fast — has been hermetically
sealed. — O ! my back !

[Exeunt, PERIN supporting him.

LOVE'S VICTORY, Act 1.

SCENE II.

An Apartment in the Palace.
Enter PERIN.

Per. There he sits with his head in his hand,
like an unmated dove in the month of May.
What a sigh ! Heigho ! We're a pair of melan-
choly youths; — both over head and ears, and
scarcely a straw to catch at. That little imp of
mischief, Floretta, has taken me in her toils, and
this poor Prince, I see, is bound hand, foot, and
heart, in the chains of the Princess Diana ; who,
for our comfort, forswears love as though it were
a worse plague than it is. I am the only man
whose presence she endures, and that only be-
cause she believes me to be a woman-hater.
Heaven help her, what a mistake she makes!
Yet, if she finds that out, adieu to my secretary-
ship— and I leave Barcelona, as little troubled
with equipments as when I entered it after my
banishment from Naples. Is there no way to
overreach a woman's whim, and bring down this
intolerable pride? Ah — if I could first win her
for Don Cesar — then Floretta and I — excellent
thought ! Here he comes, and I'll sound him
directly.

Enter D. CESAR.

Hem ! Nay, he's quite gone ; — in the very last
stage.

D. Ces. (Without perceiving him.) — Why should
I cherish thus a being destitute of heart ?

Per. (Loudly.'} — Ahem !

6V. 2.

A COMEDY.

D. Ces. (Starts and assumes a careless air.) — Ah,
Perin, my countryman ! Welcome, welcome !

Per. I have been waiting for your Highness'
salutation some time.

D. Ces. Ay, ay ; in truth I was a little absent.
One must sometimes think of our beautiful
Naples, Perin. I was sailing across the matchless
bay, and gazing upon old Vesuvius as he tossed
his fiery crest up to the flouted Heavens, — and —

Per. This is exceedingly well done, Prince. I
like it, and am glad to see it; for he who can
repress his feelings is a free man, though in
chains.

D. Cts. In chains? I don't understand. .

Per. Indeed ! Oh ! very well, I can explain.
Your Highness is in love.

1). Ces. (Confused.)— Poh ! poh ! Perin; thy
old habits of bantering are not yet worn out, I see.

Per. Not like our Neapolitan love, I grant, —
fierce and consuming as your fiery-crested Vesu-
vius. No, your Highness prefers an elegant,
classical, platonic coldness ; the Pygmalion taste ;
— ivory, or sheer marble !

Z). Ces. Well, Perin, I know thou art my friend,
and will confess my love for this haughty being,
— colder than marble itself. This very day, when
every tongue was shouting forth my triumph, I
turned my anxious eyes towards her balcony; —
and there she sat immoveable, as though she
were the statue of some goddess, surrounded by
u common, busy multitude, and glancing down
her proud contempt upon my deeds.

Per. Ay, there lies the poison. Bear that in
mind, Prince.

D. Ces. What an enigma is this heart ! Her
scorn excites its tenderest emotion. Her look is
ice, yet lights up flames ; benumbing, freezing it

LOVE'S VICTORY, Act 1.

ywith cold, and then consuming it with burning
ypassion. Were her beauty aided by the common
blandishments of woman, I could look on it un-
moved ; — but that repulsive majesty is irresistible.

Per. All which means — sinking the poetry —
that the same thing which neither makes a man
warm nor cold while he can get it, being put out
of his reach, turns him to frost and fire. Pray
calm yourself; it certainly is not altogether so
particularly agreeable to be in love with a statue,
— but the matter may be mended. She calls all
this philosophy, — I call it fiddle-de-dee.

D. Ces. Take care how you speak of her.

Per. The fact is, Prince — between us— she's
not quite right somewhere or other. A mere
picture puts up her devil, if it but represent a
happy swain prostrate before his Chloe. In her
apartments you find nothing but Daphnes flying
^ from Apollo, — Anaxarates transformed to stone,
— and Arethusas flowing about in every possible
variety of stream, as if murmuring at their un-

happy fate^

Ces. Then, in the name of Love, what hope
is there for me ?

Per. If you attack her with the right weapons,
there is the certainty that nature will put philo-
sophy hors de combat, and leave you in possession
of the citadel. I am but a skimmer of surfaces,
and little burdened with the learning of your
books. Yet a man who walks about with his
eyes open, may be philosopher enough to see how
the world goes. (Assuming a mock serious air.)
And I do opine, advance, and maintain, that
what is against nature is unnatural. It cannot
hold, because, twist it and turn it as you will —
morally, physically, or mathematically — it tumbles
to pieces. Upon this incontrovertible position, I

Sc. 2. A COMEDY. 9

build my system. The Princess Diana is a proud
woman--T^lJ women naturally expect admiration ;
withhold the tribute, and you mortify her pride ;
without pride she is a simple woman, — and for a
simple woman it is natural to fall in love. There,
Sir, you have it, — premises, inference, and con-
clusion. What think you of Professor Perin?

D. Ces. A truce to jesting, my friend ; and tell
me what I am to understand by this.

Per. Simply, that if you adopt my advice, I
stake my head upon schooling her pride, and
showing her philosophy in its true, ridiculous
colours.

D. Ces. Explain yourself.

Per. Remember, Prince, what won your love.
Not Diana's beauty, but her pride.

D. Ces. I begin to see the light.

Per. When she receives you coldly, — meet her
with indifference. If she look scornful, — throw
her back a glance of pity, coupled with a com-
passionate shrug of the shoulders, or a French
twist of the mouth. The greater pride will sub-
due the lesser, and you have the dame as tract-
able as a newly whipped child.

D. Ces. 'Twere easily resolved, but then — I
love !

Per. The greater the merit and the pleasure of
the conquest. Arm yourself with confidence,
depend upon my aid, and you can't fail of suc-
cess. But, remember, we must appear to have
no understanding with each other, or we are both
ruined, — for both our fortunes are at stake. Be
wise, — be resolute, — but, above all, be cold.

D. Ces. How is it possible to conceal the feel-
ings which absorb my every thought ! Yet, if it (T
must be so— gigantic as the effort is — it shall be
made.

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Per. Bravo ! Rely upon my support in time of
need. But see where the Duke and your friends
approach. We must not be marked together,
and your disguise must be worn even to them.
Now, Prince, to work ! Remember, a good start
is half the race. \TLxit.

D. Ces. Yes, I see this way alone conducts me
to her love ; and hope begins to dawn, like the
auspicious opening of a happy day. They come,
and now the scene commences.

Enter DON DIEGO, DON Luis, DON GASTON, and
DON PEDRO. PERIN listens occasionally.

D. Die. To you, Don Cesar, as to the rest of
these my friends, I again express my sorrow at
the waywardness of my misguided child. Let
not, I beseech you, her neglect be construed to
her parent's prejudice. Alas ! the most incurable
of all folly is that which boasts its wisdom. This
day she has again avowed that she would rather
be the bride of death, than marry with a man.

D. Ped. (Apart.*) — No wonder, when she has
such men to choose from.

D. Luis. Be not discouraged, Sir. It seems
incredible that ideas so absurd will be persisted in.

D. Die. I have exhausted hope, and therefore
hold it needless to maintain this show of feasting,
when 1 have so much grief within. Some days
allotted to our festival have yet to run ; but it
were better ended now at once.

D. Gas. What is your Highness thinking of?
What an inconceivable conception ! Clip the
wings of Cupid, and put out the torch of Hymen !
Oh, monstrous !

D. Luis. It must not be that we give up our
suit so tamely,

Sc.2. A COMEDY. 11

I). Ces. (Indifferently '.) — For my part, as chance-
conducted, and curiosity detained me here, I feel
bound in courtesy to stay the appointed time.

D. Gas. Well said, Wisdom ; excellently well
said ! Don Gaston remains at his post for better
reasons, though. If the Princess be not blind, it
were no great difficulty to foretell her choice. In
short, I have no doubt of carrying the field.

D. Die. Then, be it so. Let the games pro-
ceed, and this day shall be ended with the merry
masque, where you shall have access to my
daughter, and each may try the power of lan-
guage, music, dance, and all the flattering arts
that are so potent with the sex.

D. Fed. That were omnipotent, your highness
means, in the age when they were understood.

D. Die. I fear Diana will object — but I'll insist
on her compliance.

D. Gas. The thought is delightful ! Good duke,
embrace your son ! Give me a pass of tongues, —
leave me to thrust and parry with my wit, — and
in spite of all her vaunted wisdom, this Pallas
shall succumb.

D. Die. I leave you, to prepare my daughter
for your reception. [Exit.

D. Gas. Come, Luis ; I fly to enter the lists
where my wit shall pierce her like a two-edged
sword. We juniors must leave this sober Cato to
store his mind with a few stoical reflections, to be
delivered impromptu before the princess. Adieu,
Cato ! Come, Don Pedro, you mustn't remain to
disturb his reveries.

D. Ped. Oh! I'm with the juniors, prince.
(Apart.} — This is really a pretty fellow for his
time. But they are all wretched, if brought to
the comparison. Poor devils ! They would save

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themselves the trouble of this new folly, if they
had an idea of the true state of Diana's heart.

[Exeunt all but D. Cesar.

D. Ces. Happy fool ! How exquisitely just is
Providence ! This miserable egotist, in whom the
finer springs of feeling and of intellect are barren,
has his exemption from a hundred torments which
the gifted spirit must endure. How shall I meet
the glance of -that majestic eye, and not betray
the thoughts for which alone I live ? It is impos-
sible ! What will be my fate ?

PERIN advances.

Per. What ? To be sovereign of Barcelona !
Bravely done ! Now to the princess ; — repress
your feelings, and remember that we are only
playing our parts. Be but cold and resolute, and
the curtain soon drops upon our triumph.

D. Ces. Well, Perin. Guide me as thou wilt,
since I despair of finding means by which this
queen of women can be won. [Exeunt.

SCENE III.

The Princess's Apartment, decorated with paintings,
sculpture, fyc. DONNAS LAURA and LOUISA sitting
at a table, with books. DONNA FLORETTA and the
PRINCESS DIANA.

P. Dia. Read me that passage again, Floretta ;
I like the story much.
D. Flor. (Reads.)

" In vain Apollo woo'd the maid, —
That peerless daughter of the stream !

Daphne implored Diana's aid,

And gave the Laurel deathless fame."

Sc. 3. A COMEDY. 13

P. Dia. It is admirable.

D. Flo. I think it very dull.

D. Lau. It seems to me rather affected.

P. Dia. The language, I confess, is somewhat
elevated ; but it befits the subject.

D. Lau. It really does sound a little pompous.

P. Dia. Granted. It is the poet's task to raise
our feelings above the ordinary, grovelling occu-
pations of the common world.

D. Lou. (Sighing.}— Well !

P. Dia. What means that exclamation ?

D. Lou. It may be all very true, but I'm sure
it must be very cruel, and wicked too, to hate
love, or any thing else, without knowing what it
is.

P. Dia. Then you would be so much a child,
as to burn yourself before you shunned the fire ?

D. Lou. Perhaps I might only get scorched ;
and the risk may not be so great as

P. Dia. As what?

D. Lou. As the pleasure of trying it.

P. Dia. (Angrily.*) — What do I hear ? Is this
spoken in my presence? Donna Louisa, you must
make your election between these sentiments and
my society.

Enter PERIN.

Look to yourself, Perin ; or my cousin
Donna Louisa will conceive the tender passion
for you.

Per. (Pretending alarm.*) — Heaven forbid !

P. Dia. Oh ! She thinks it no scandal to avow
her amorous disposition in the broad face of day.

Per. Horrible ! But it is impossible ; there must
be some mistake ; or, — it is some fit of madness !
Love ! — Let me avoid her ! I crave your highness's

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pardon if I forget myself; but at the mere idea,
I am agitated to the last degree.

D. Flo. (Apart.) — Oh, you hypocrite !

D. Lau. Believe me, cousin, Louisa only jested.

P. Dia. The tongue will often speak in jest,
that which the heart encourages in earnest.

Per. To be sure, if it were only a jest your
highness is right in excusing it. But otherwise —

P. Dia. No more, Perin. It is past, and will
not be repeated. Why came you hither ?

Per. To inform your highness, that the duke
and his young guests desire to be admitted to
your presence this afternoon. Your gracious
father entreats that you receive them courteously.

P. Dia. How ! To be disturbed in my retire-
ment? But let them come, and learn into whose
presence they have dared intrude.

\_Rxeunt P. DIANA, D. LAURA, D. LOUISA.

D. Flo. Signor Perin, good morning.

Per. (Apart). Hark at her sweet tongue ! How
shall I be able to resist ? (With assumed gravity.)
Young lady, I received that compliment before
breakfast, and once a day is quite enough.

D. Flo. But one had better be too civil, you
know, than rude.

Per. I know no such thing. Too much civility
is apt to lead forward people into familiarities.
(Apart.) — If I don't get rid of her, curse me if 1
shall be able to keep it up.

D. Flo. Come, there is no necessity for all this
crabbedness behind the princess's back. Let us
walk together, while they prepare for this meeting.

Per. Walk together i What can you desire to
walk with me for ? I must again request that you
will preserve a more becoming deportment, and
leave off these indecorous jokes.

Sc. 3. A COMEDY. 15

D. Flo. Then walk by yourself, you rough bear.

(They go off at opposite sides, making

contemptuous gestures at each other.

PERIN returns, looking carefully after

her, and then advances.}

Per. How delightful would it be to throw aside
the mask, — to swear eternal passion in atonement
for the past, — and seal my pardon on those ruby
lips ! (While he is speaking, D. FLORETTA returns,
and steals softly behind him.} It is impossible that
I can much longer keep up the game, though the
favour of all the princes under the sun depended
on it. She is more lovely than an angel. Her
tongue is like — (FLORETTA taps himon the shoulder.}
— the devil ! No — I — I don't mean that. Here's
a pretty piece of business ! Well, the murder's
out, and so here goes. (Kneels.} Loveliest of
creatures ! Thou paragon of

D. Flo. Devils ! Come, come ! get up, get up.
Consider the consequences of our being seen in
this situation. Wait till the opportunity arrives,
and I'll keep you there long enough.

Per. (Rising}— Why, true; I had forgot all
that.

D. Flo. (Archly.) — You hypocrite, I shall never
be able to trust you.

Per. Don't say a word about it, but let us take
our walk, and I'll show you that the opportunity
is not far distant. Besides, I have some occupa-
tion for that roguish wit. Old Pedro thinks the
princess in love with him.

D. Flo. (Mocking him.)— In love ! " At the
mere idea I am agitated to the last degree !"

[Exeunt.

End of the First Act.

1 LOVE'S VICTORY, Act 2.

ACT II. SCENE I.

The Princess's Apartment.

P. DIANA, DONNA LAURA, DONNA LOUISA, D.
FLORETTA, DON CESAR, D. DIEGO, D. Luis,
D. GASTON, D. PEDRO.

D. Die. Great as is my love, Diana, I cannot
suffer the hospitality of our house to bear this
stain. Our friends complain, and I must say with
reason too, that you withdraw from their society,
and by that act proclaim their presence here un-
welcome.

P. Dia. Father, permit me to repeat in the
presence of these, your friends, the maxims which
I hold as dearly as my life. That they are the
offspring of a poor woman's judgment, I admit ;
but they may serve to regulate a woman's con-
duct. Duty, sir, renders my will subservient to
yours ; and though I regard the choice between
^marriage and death with perfect indifferencj^ yet
is my sense of duty superior to all, and cat your
^\X command I am ready for the sacrific§>

D. Gas. (Aside to D. PEDRO.) Egad! she's a
formidable creature !

D. Ped. Undoubtedly — to certain persons.

f He converses apart with D. FLORETTA.

Z). DieT You have misunderstood my purpose,
Diana. I came not to speak to you of marriage.
Your love, as I have always said, is free ; but
.courtesy is due to all. These princes, and indeed
the world, hold your opinions to be ridiculous
and indefensible. You have now an opportunity

,!te. 1. A COMEDY. 17

of defending them if they are not so ; for which
purpose I required this interview. Don Pedro,
I must employ you in the ordering of our enter-
tainment. [Exit.

D. Ped. I attend your grace (Apart). By the
precise perfection of a punctilio, I do not believe
the degeneracy of the age extends to the women,
after all. They still preserve the true taste (To
P. DIANA.) Your Highness will be merciful to
these poor gentlemen. Remember, Don Pedro
in treats you to be merciful.

P. Dia. (Contemptuously) Begone, sir !

Z). Ped. (Going out) Ay, I see she wishes to
keep them all in the dark. Pedro the First, Duke
of Barcelona. [Exit.

P. Dia. Then I am here, theJsole defender of
weak woman against this gallant triple^ union of
creation's lords !

D. Lui. Fair Princess, we but ask the favour
of your confidence ; and if we fail to change your
purpose, grant us at least the means of winning
your esteem.

D. Gas. And pray, good Princess, let us hear
what crime love has committed to deserve eternal
banishment,,

D. Ces. I, too, would hear what there is to be
said for this doctrine. And I confess I am much
more likely to follow than to dispute it. Freedom
is my mistress ; and I am so happy in her service
that I shall easily be persuaded no change can be
for the better. [DIANA looks at him with surprise.

D. Lou. (Apart to FLORETTA) What say you
to that ?

D. Flo. He speaks proudly ; but he's the man
for her.

P. Dia. Well, then, if I perforce must enter
this arena, unworthy as I am to plead a cause so

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18 LOVE'S VICTORY, Act 2,

noble, I do it fearlessly, because I know its
greatness is superior to detraction. I hold that
the brief space of life should be devoted to the
care of those immortal powers which give to man
the sovereignty in nature. In love, man abdicates
his throne, and is as mere an animal as any in the
wide creation. Search history, consult the wis-
^ . dom of all time, and show me where the benefits
of love are written down. What dragged Se-
miramis from her proud glory ? What has un-
laurelled many a hero's brow ? Nay, what de-
stroyed the city of the hundred towers? This
vanity, which you call love : this creature of your
fancies, who, being himself a child, is made a
god by children ! This pestilence, which has
ever been the abasement of the weak, the down-
fall of the strong, the degradation of my sex, the
instrument of craft and tyranny in yours ! And
yet you wonder that I cast it from me with aver-
sion. Look at the other picture, where the star
of mind rises above the waste of time, and sheds
its light upon the wanderer's path, at once the
guide and glory of humanity. No! what Plato
fondly dreamed shall be effected in my realms*
v Woman shall be as noble and as free as man.

D. Lou. (Apart to D. FLORETTA) It sounds
like sense ; but I'm sure it's nonsense.

D. Flo. Nonsense, indeed ! and sounds like it,
too, I think. She may talk a long while before
she can talk us out of our feelings.

D. Lui. Your Highness grants us our reply?

D. Gas. (Aside to D. Luis) Yes, Luis, do you
answer her, I'll reserve myself for a more press-
ing occasion. When I speak she's at her wits'
end.

D. Ces. Ay, reply, Luis, if you can. For my
part, the Princess has perfectly convinced me.

So. I A COMEDY. 19

D. LuL Princess, it is the sorcery of an elo-
quent tongue to deck out error in the guise of
truth ; but though it hide the form, it cannot
change the substance. Plato is no authority
when nature contradicts him. Experience is a
book older and truer than any which your sages
ever wrote ; and there we find that love's do-
minion is coeval with the universe, and general
as the boundless air. You rail not against love,
but the abuse of love, which has no enemy so
great as love hinivself. And — pardon me — I must
submit that you confide but little in your strength,
when you withdraw from love's attack. He who
avoids the combat, wins no victory.

D.Lau. (Apart to D.Lou is A) What a delight-
ful fellow !

D. Lou. See, she accepts the challenge.
P. Dia. Then be the war declared. At my
dear father's wish I have consented to attend the
masque this evening, and there the combat shall
be fought 'twixt man and woman.

D. Lui. The gauntlet is accepted, Princess,

and within an hour the lists are open. [Exit.

D. Gas. Your Highness may prepare for my

attack, and depend on't 'twill be a hot one.

Against such a battery as mine, when I open

fire, invincibility itself were no protection. Adieu !

I positively do not leave Barcelona without my

bride. \Exit.

D. Lou. (To the DONTNAS) I don't dislike his

confidence ; and she can't have them all, you know.

(The PRINCESS DIANA laughs contemptuously as

GASTON goes off, and then turns to CESAR with

an air of interest.)

D. Ces. (Apart) Now, Love protect me, or I
am lost. — (Aloud.) The homage which I shall

V

20 LOVE'S VICTORY, Act 2.

offer upon the occasion, will, I trust, be no less
valued if it be less ardent.

P. Dia. How is that meant ?

D. Ces. (Indifferently) I wish you to under-
stand that my ideas of love accord entirely with
your own, excepting that in one respect I am
more rigid.

P. Dia. Upon what point ?

D. Ces. I not only am resolved never to love,
but neither will I endure to be loved.

Dia. Where is the danger in being loved ?

D. Ces. There's no danger — (emphatically) —
but there may be injustice. The danger's no-
thing ; for if I stood before the proudest woman
of her sex, possessing charms that warranted a
thousand times that pride, and saw her gazing on
me with love's most suppliant look, I should turn
from her — thus. How unpardonable, therefore,
would be the injustice of suffering her to love,
when I must repay affection with ingratitude !

P. Dia. (With amazement and forced gaiety)
So then — you woo me without love ?

D. Ces. (Drily) If at all.

P. Dia. Then why at all ?

D. Ces. To follow the custom, and — to please
a woman.

P. Dia. Then there's no love in the matter ?

D. Ces. Certainly not ; or it ends here.

P. Dia. (Laughing aside at the DONNAS) Is
not this a most laughable piece of folly ?

D. Flo. The most audacious arrogance !

P. Dia. 'Twere an excellent joke to bring this
sturdy gentleman on his knees, just to see how
he would look in making love.

D. Lau. But, as Louisa says, may you not run
the risk of getting scorched yourself?

Sc. 1. A COMEDY. 21

P. Diet. Peace ! You are as great a fool as he.
If humility has failed so long to move me, I fear
nothing from his insolence. Nay, I am determined
to bring down his pride.

D. Flo. (Apart) Success to your endeavours !
It all goes right.

.P. Dia. (To D. CESAR, who stands laughing at
some of the pictures) I am delighted. Prince, to
hear your sentiments. Depend upon it I shall be
grateful.

D. Ces. (Still looking at the pictures) For
what ?

P. Dia. That I incur no risk of gaining you for
a lover.

D. Ces. i)epend upon it, I shall deserve your
gratitude.

Enter PERIN. The PRINCESS beckons and
whispers to him.

D. Ces. Desiring, once more, that your High-
ness will beware of love, I must now withdraw.

P. Dia. (Sarcastically.) — That will be very pain-
ful, doubtless — but don't distress yourself on my
account.

D. Ces. (Laughing.} — Farewell ! (He bows, and
is slowly retiring.)

P. Dia. (Aside to LAURA.) — You shall see him
desperately in love, yet.

D. Lau. No doubt of it. (Aside to D. LOUISA.)
— I suspect the matter will take a very different
turn, though.

D. Lou. Heaven grant it may !

P. Dia. (Calling after D. CESAR.) — Are you not
gone, Prince?

D. Ces. Not if I am desired to stay.

P. Dia. Better change your mind, and fall in
love.

22 LOVE'S VICTORY, Act 2.

D. Ces. What would be the consequence ?

P. Dia. (Haughtily.) — The shame of being
scornfully rejected.

\JEixeunt P. DIANA, DONNAS, LAURA, LOUISA,
and FLORETTA.

Per. Prince, I must follow. Some mighty se-
cret is about to be confided to my tried pru-
dence. Prudence ! Ha, ha ! When a woman talks
of prudence, there's generally something in the
wind. Retire to your apartment, and I'll lose no
time in acquainting you with all.

D. Ces. Love ! it is thy cause, and in thy hands
I place my fate. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.

A Street in Barcelona.

Enter LOPEZ.

Lop. Verily, I am as good a lover of honesty as
any he that ever had a mortal fear of the gallows.
But if honesty will let the devil get into men's
stomachs, and cry " Thieve, or starve !" then let
honesty look to't ; for there shall be a plentiful
use of hemp. Now, if honesty would always stop
stomach's mouth, of a verity I believe that few
would be hanged for robbing of butteries. Pray
the saints I be not overcome by the devil, and
carried slyly into the Duke's.

Enter FLORETTA.

Flo. This must be my man. What art thou,
sirrah ?

Lop. Truly, mistress, I am but little ; yet am I
of enormous bigness. I'm but a poor thin shadow,
as you shall see ; yet am I a fellow of huge sub-
stance. I am Poverty, mistress, — and Poverty
covereth half the world.

Sc. 3. A COMEDY. 23

D. Flo. Art thou not Don Pedro's lacquey ?

Lop. Lacking the bowels, I am the shadow of
his lacquey.

D. Flo. Art thou not sent here to bear a mes-
sage to him ?

Lop. I thank the stars, nothing weightier.
Were it no more than a capon or a venison pasty,
I must needs eat it first, to gain as much strength
as would carry it.

D. Flo. Tell thy master, knave, that his colour
is blue. {Exit.

Lop. That's as easily done as said. How dif-
ferent is the getting of a good dinner ! [Exit.

SCENE III.

An Apartment opening into a Saloon.
Enter D. CESAR and PERIN.

_D. Ces. Now, Perin, what news?

Per. You know the usage of our masquing is,
that each gallant takes by chance the dame who
bears the colour which he names. What thinks
your Highness of philosophy, when I tell you that
the proud Diana has charged the wheel of fortune
so, that choose what hue Don Cesar may, she gets
him for her partner. But see — she comes. Now,
for Heaven's sake, be firm, or we're undone.

D. Ces. Thou canst not feel the task !

Per. Oh ! if it be thus, you must get out of the
way. [ They retire to the saloon.

.Z£wfcrP.DlANA,DoNNAsLAURA,LoUISA,FLORETTA,

and FEMALE ATTENDANTS.

P. Dia. Take care that there is no mistake.
Don Cesar is left to me. Have you all the colours,
Floretta ?

24 LOVE'S VICTORY, Act 1.

D. Flo. Every hue in the rainbow !

{Shows a bundle of ribbons.
D. Lau. I take Don Luis.
D.Lou. I am content if Gaston's left for me.
D. Flo. I shall be obliged to put up with that
crabstick, Perin.

(PERIN comes forward.}

P. Diet. Well, Perin, hast seen this man of flint ?

Per. Yes, your Highness. I have already made
his acquaintance, and tried his temper in every
possible way ; and, in good truth, the insensible
log has tried mine too.

P. Diet. How? Thou dost not think he can
withstand me?

Per. I know not : but as yet he stands firm as
the sturdy .oak. But we must dig round him
again and again.

P. Dia. And when he falls, Perin, a thousand
ducats shall reward thy zeal.

Per. A thousand ducats ! Your Highness strikes
home there — that blow cuts off one of his main
roots (Aside to FLORETTA) — A pretty dowry for
thee, Floretta.

P. Dia. When he's humbled, — you shall see
me pay back his pride with scorn, laugh in his
face, and never see him more.

D. Ces. (Listening behind.} — What cruelty 1
Nay, then, Til to work in earnest, and see whether
this haughty spirit can be tamed or not.

Per. Now we must prepare to meet the enemy.
As a generalissimo would elegantly phrase it, —
your Highness must take him in front whilst I
make a little occasional diversion about his flanks.
(MASQUERS appear in the Saloon, and D. CESAR
advances.}

Sc. 3. A COMEDY. 25

D. Ces. How ! Am I before my companions at
the post of duty ?

P. Dia. Believe me, Prince, your diligence is
properly esteemed.

D. Ces. I claim no merit, since my coming was
a matter of indifference.

P. Dia. Then could you feel no desire to oblige
me ?

D. Ces. (Warmly.} — Who could behold you and
not feel it ardently ?

Per. (Apart to D. CESAR.)— -Murder! Too warm
by half. (To P. DIANA.) He begins to soften.
(To D. CESAR.) Cold, cold as marble! (To P. V
DIANA.) He melts! (To D. CEHAR.) Snow ! ice !

D. Ces. But that gentle tone, — though I know
it to be assumed

Per. Pshaw! 'Tis sheer dissimulation !

P. Dia. (Apart to PERIN.) — What said'st thou
to him, Perm ?

Per. (To P. DIANA.) — I told him. to see how
plainly love was speaking from your Highness's
eyes.

P. Dia. Excellent!

Per. (To P. DIANA.) — I think he's smitten.
(To D. CESAR.)— She's desperate!

P. Dia. Prince, I begin to see that we shall
know each other better. In fact, I perceive there
are many points upon which we bear a strong
resemblance.

D. Ces. (Coldly.)— Indeed !

Per. (To D. CESAR.) That's the tone !

P. Dia. Hitherto I had viewed men in a very
different light. But — it is evident that one may
entertain a partiality for you, and never be afraid
to show it.

D. Ces. I don't know that.

# LOVE'S VICTORY, Act 2.

P. Diet. (Apart to PEIIIN.) — So cold again !

what must I do?

Per. Use stronger weapons.

P. Dia. In truth, Prince, there can exist no
greater similarity than in our modes of thinking
and of feeling; it therefore seems a natural con-
sequence that our actions would be equally in
unison. Nay, were it possible that I could ever
bring myself to think of love, — in candour, you
are the man that would induce me.

D. Ces. You'd repent it.

P. Dia. Why ? I cannot think you unworthy of
love.

D. Ces. But supposing I remained insensible to
love ; — what would love say to that?

P. Dia. Ay, — but now suppose a woman loved

you to distraction ; — such a woman as myself, for

9 example, — could you refuse to return her passion ?

D. Ces. Yes — why not ?

P. Dia. Do you speak truth ?

D. Ces. I never studied lying.

Per. (Apart.} — Then, what a natural genius
he has for it !

D. Flo. (Aside to PERIN.)— I shall fall in love
with him myself.

^ P. Dia. (Aside to PERIN.) — Monstrous! Speak
to him, Perin.

Per. (Aside to CESAH.) — Bravo, Prince, bravo!
She's at the last extremity.— (To P. DIANA.) At-
tack him again ; he must fall. ' .

P. Dia. Were it not disgracious — nay, unmanly,
Prince, to act so poor a part in such a game?

D. Ces. Yet Pm a true disciple of the doctrine

which your Highness so eloquently maintained

some hour ago. (Assuming a pompous manner.}

<XXove is a feverish dream, — a delusion fed by vanity

I

So. 3. A COMEDY. 7

and idle hopes— et cetera, et cetera! That was
the moral — too impressive to be forgotten ! But
for the heroics, your Highness must pardon a dull
memory.

Per. (Going back delighted.} — Oh ! he's a won- x>
derful youth, — he wins all to nothing. I have no
more to do.

(P. DIANA turns to conceal her confusion.}

D. Lau. (Aside to D. LOUISA.) She has un-
dertaken more than she'll perform with all her
power.

D. Lou Her pride will be schooled this time.

P. Diet. (Recovering herself.} But, prince, is it
not possible that we may both have gone too far?
Do not our natures tell us that love should be at
least returned with kindness and with pity ? What
can be more beautiful than the meek aspect of
unassuming and devoted constancy ? They who
would not repay it with gentleness are removed
without the pale of courtesy as well as love.

D. Ces. That's very true, and very prettily
spoken. Now, may I take the liberty to ask your
Highness, why you have renounced all these de-
lightful influences ?

Per. (Apart.} Enchanting ! What a sugar
tongue !

P. J)ia. (Proudly.} I have possibly sufficient
reasons.

Z>. Ces. Might one dare inquire them ?

P. Dia. Perhaps, sir, it is enough that such is
my pleasure.

D. Ces. Oh ! certainly ; that's ample reason,
But, to leave this bagatelle, your Highness may
depend on finding me true to our common prin-
ciples, and for the self-same most undeniable rea-
sons.

P. Dia. Yet, who knows? Opinions are often -
changed.

28 LOVE'S VICTORY, Act 2.

D. Ces. True ; and as we resemble each other
so much, if one be not safe, what shall secure the
other ?

P. Dia. (Apart.') — I choke with rage..

Z). Ces. (Imitating her manner.} — " In truth
there can exist no greater similarity than in our
modes of thinking and of feeling. It therefore
seems a natural consequence that -our actions
would be equally in unison."

P. Dia. (Apart.} Ha ! Mocked ? Thou shalt
dearly pay this insolence. If it cost my life and
honour, Til see thee vanquished at my feet.

D. Flo. Here come the other Princes.

P. Dia. (To the DONNAS.) I tremble with
Lj fury! Take care there's no mistake about the
colours.

Per. (Aside to D. CESAR.) Most admirably
played !

Enter DON Luis, DON GASTON, and DON PEDRO.

D. Flo. (Aside to the DONNAS.) — Pedro chooses
first \ — mark him well.

P. Dia. Now let these vanities commence.
Let the colours be named.

Per. Don Pedro has the first choice by right of
seniority.

D. Ped. Excellent sirs ; is there any disputa-
tion of my birthright ? If any doubt that I am the
senex of the company, I waive the claim. (FLO-
RETTA nods to him encouragingly. He turns and
looks tenderly at the PRINCESS.) — The adoration of
the world is due to heaven ; and I select the azure
blue, where Dian reigns the queen of heaven, and
sheds her light ineffable upon the universe.
(FLORETTA, gives the blue ribbon to one of the AT-
TENDANTS, who comes forward and produces
it.)

Sc. 3, A COMEDY. %9

D. Ped. How ! What ! (Retires with amazement
as she approaches him.)

Flo. (Aside to D. PEDRO.)— That knave told
you the wrong colour.

Per. Come, Don Pedro, you know the custom.
Kneel down, receive the favour, and salute the
fair hand of the bestower.

(D. PEDRO goes through the ceremony with evident
reluctance and mortification.)

P. Dia. There, good Princes, you have an ex-
ample of the gallantry of Barcelona. (They all
laugh.)

D. Ped. (Affecting to laugh with the rest.) Really,
Donna, this happiness — so very unexpected — so
delectable — Propitious stars ! — " fix on the colour
of heaven — obtain an angel !" (Apart.) Bah ! that
was the speech I intended for the Princess.

[They retire to the Saloon.

(As the rest choose their colours, D. FLORETTA
distributes them.)

D. Lui. My colour shall be green.

D. Lau. I have green, Don Luis.

D. Lui. (Apart.) A plague ! I've failed.

[They retire in the same manner.

D. Gast. Ay, fortune knows to whom the
prize is due. I shall choose crimson.

D. Lou. I have that.

D. Gast. (Apart.) Then I have missed it too.
[Kneels, fyc. and they retire.

D. Flo. Now, Perin, what is your colour ?

Per. Mine ? If I must choose, give me death's
colour — black.

D. Flo. How strange ! Why, mine is black.

Per. Black as Beelzebub's own livery ! Well,
come along, sweet.

D. Flo. Ah, now you speak agreeably.

Per. To be sure. A wise man is never sad

30 LOVE'S VICTORY, Act 2.

amongst the gay, but bears himself politely, even
to the devil ; so I'm your servant.

[Kneels as the others.

D. Ces. I'll have white — the hue of liberty.

P. Dia. Is it possible ? White being the absence
of all colours, I expected to escape. (To PERIN
and FLORETTA.) You may join the masquers.

[Exeunt PERIN and D. FLORETTA.
^ _Z). Ces. (Apart.') Hold fast, my heart !

[Kneels to receive the favour.

P. Dia. How coldly you commence your task !
For my sake, let it not appear how much exertion
is required to pay me this unmeaning court. Mine
is an unwilling captive. (He sighs deeply as she
puts the ribbon on his neck, and presents her hand.}
Nay, Prince, a man of spirit would never play his
part thus. One would suppose that you lacked the
talent, as well as the desire of making love. (He
kisses her hand passionately, and retains it.} Why
do you not speak ? This silent indifference hurts,
and should offend me. Could you not for once
dissemble ?

D. Ces. Dissemble ! If I could, I had not now
been mute. The tongue is only free when the
heart is not captive.

P. Dia. Then, do you love me ?

D. Ces. What but love could thus distract my
soul?

P. Dia. And is this spoken in earnest ?

D. Ces. In the language of the soul itself !

P. Dia. (Apart.} Triumph! He falls! (To
CESAR.) Oh! you deceive me. This is all fantas-
tical ; — you do not, in truth, love me.

D. Ces. Princess ! Can you behold me and yet
doubt ? That touch diffused the sweet enchant-
ing poison through my every sense. Before, I
had dissembled ; but that one touch of transport

Sc. 3. A COMEDY. Si

has scattered all the artificial pile deception
reared.

P. Dia. Ah ! Now, then, where is this tyrant,
man — this lord of sighs and amorous glances —
this pitier of woman's weakness ? Back, insolent !
Away ! Diana executes the vengeance of her sex !

Ces. (Apart.) Fond heart ! Thou hast betrayed
me. Yet, 'tis not too late, with resolution.

P. Dia. Man is now humbled in the dust be-
fore me, and thus I spurn him.

D. Ces. (Apart.) Nay, this is not to be en-
dured. (Rising with a careless air.) If your High-
ness has not done, I am so unused to the position
that I must be excused from kneeling longer:
and one would really begin to think that you were
in earnest, instead of jesting.

P. Dia. Jesting with a love-sick fool !

D. Ces. Love-sick ! You — you thought me se- ft
rious ? Love-sick, forsooth ! Mercy on us — the .,
vanity of woman ! Woman, so strong of mind,
and yet so easily deceived ! It's a riddle that has
puzzled the world from Adam downwards. Fair
Princess, you forget that these duties are imposed
by the occasion — that's all. Come, (Taking her
carelessly by the hand.) the mistake is soon rec-
tified.

P. Dia. ( With amazement) What means this ?

D. Ces. Oh ! your highness will not find me al-
together destitute of talent for playing the lover.

P. Dia. (Apart.) How I detest him ! (Aloud.)
Then was it all feigned ? the sweet poison — and
the language of the soul ! And —

D. Ces. Ha! ha! ha! I must have acted it to
a miracle. Your Highness positively makes me
vain of my dramatic powers.

P. Dm. (Apart.) Am I not derided — mocked?
But I'll have revenge.

32 LOVE'S VICTORY, Act 2.

D. Ces. (Apart.} Tyrant ! I know that proud
heart now. And yet —

P. Diet. Well, you are a master in your art;
and I confess I took your representation of truth
for the reality.

D. Ces. Ah ! I see through the veil. Your
Highness pretended to be deceived in compliment
to my feeble powers ; and, indeed, your part was
played inimitably well.

P. Diet. (Apart.} Patience ! I must try him
further. (Aloud.) As our characters so well be-
come us, let us then pay our tribute to the folly of
the day. Preserve this semblance of the lover,
which sits so gracefully upon you ; and let us join
the masquers.

D. Ces. (Refusing her hand, which she presents.)
I don't much like it.

P. Dia. Come ; 1 can't deny that you have en-
tertained— delighted me.

D. Ces. (Apart.) Ah ! 'Tis too late. (Aloud.) I
think your Highness must excuse me. I feel that
the danger of becoming too agreeable would make
me forget my part.

P. Dia. What danger were there in being
agreeable to me ?

D. Ces. What danger? The danger of your
loving me.

P. Dia. (Apart.) Insufferable coxcomb !
(Aloud.) Then you believe that I could love you ?

D. Ces. What's to secure me from it? You
admit that I have delighted you — and you have
preferred me before others. What is wanting to
make this love ?

P. Dia. (Indignantly.) Even more, sir, than is
wanting to make your insolence — modesty ! That
you may have no further opportunity of insult-
ing mes I permit you to withdraw.

Sc. I . A COMEDY. 33

D. Ces. (Apart.) — Fve gone too far. — (Aloud.)
Will not your absence from the ball be deemed
discourteous ?

P. Dia. The fault is mine, leave me to answer
it. Begone !

D. Ces. Then I am released from all my duties ?

P. Dia. If / pronounce you free, you are free.
Leave me !

*D. Ces. (Concealing his emotion.) — For this in-
estimable favor, take my best thanks, and heaven
be with your Highness ! [Exit.

P. Dia. (Violently agitated, and gazing after
him.) — Can this be real? Am 1 — I derided by a il
man ? Oh ! My heart will burst. [Exit.

ACT III. SCENE I.

The same.
PRINCESS DIANA and PERIN.

Per. How's this, your Highness ? Your absence
from the ball-room creates surprise.

P. Dia. Oh, Perin, I am unwell.

Per. Unwell ! Heaven be gracious ! What can
be the matter ? Where's Don Cesar ? Gone for the
doctor, I dare say.

D. Dia. Silence ! I'm very ill.

Per. In good truth your Highness looks as
pale as a foolish damsel in her first love. For
heaven's sake, tell me wh'at's your ailment.

P. Dia. O — I'm oppressed — constricted at my
heart —

34 LOVE'S VICTORY, Act 3-

Per. The heart oppressed ? Mercy — there's no
time to be lost. Phlebotomy and blisters — I'll
run for the doctor myself.

P. Dia. Forbear, officious dunce ! 'Tis anger —
rage — that I have failed to conquer him.

Per. What ! the doctor ?

P. Dia. Fool ! The haughty Cesar.

Per. {Apart.') — Admirable ! — (Aloud} I am
amazed! But, before we proceed further, it is
necessary that we should understand each other ;
and your Highness must excuse me if I desire to
know whether this agitation springs from rage or
love.

P. Dia. Hush ! Hush ! Nothing but the deepest
hate ! the mere desire of seeing him prostrate at
my feet to expiate his scorn.

Per. Well, I hoped it could be nothing else ;
because if there were any thing like love in the
case, my principles would not allow me to pro-
ceed an inch. But as it is sheer malice, I am
your Highness's most devoted servant to the last
extremity.

P. Dia. We must lay some other plan for him.
I am told, Perin, that he is alive to the charms of
music.

Per. It may be so — I don't know — to be sure
we do hear of musical rocks and stones from the
travellers.

P. Dia. You must aid me, Perin — but with pru-
dence. Continue to assist my design, but let him
not perceive that we act in concert.

Per. (Apart.) — -She plays our game for us.
— (Aloud) Princess, when did Perin lack pru-
dence ?

/ P. Dia. Then seek him directly, and holci him
in conversation whilst I change my dress. I'm
sure this cannot become me. I'll try the richest

Sc. 1. A COMEDY, S£

in my wardrobe. In a few minutes I will be in
my private garden ; — conduct him thither.

Per. I understand.

P. Dia. What think you if I bring my lute,
Perin ? Do I play amiss ?

Per. The sweetest touch in all Catalonia !

P. Dia. Well, then ; say he shall hear me pri-
vately— remember, in private.

Per. I perceive — an admirable thought!

P. Dia. No time must be lost. Every minute
is an age while he remains unconquered.

Per. Oh ! It's a noble plan — a glorious plan !
The lute shall perform more wonders than the
lyre of Orpheus.

P. Dia. If managed cautiously, it must move him.

Per. Move him ? 'Twill move him though his
stony case be lined with iron. Your Highness
must take care about the dress ; something
striking — and then the lute upon your arm, thus
— oh ! the idea warms even the blood of Perin.

P. Dia. Well — hush ! I'm gone. Lose no time
in bringing him. Let him but once pour out his
passion at my feet, and that one moment of bliss
will be worth a whole existence. [Exit.

(The foregoing part of this scene is left out in
representation.}

Per. Most artfully contrived! It really goes
against one's feelings to spoil a piece of mischief
so exquisitely planned — were it not that to foil it
seems the greater mischief of the two. And then
— Floretta and the thousand ducats. Oh ! your
Highness may depend upon it — he falls ! But I
must warn him of this new attack or he falls too
soon. " Good Lady Eve, you dream but little
" of the serpent that beguiles ye. Love is your
" forbidden fruit, and, if I am not deceived, you
" already know the taste of it."

30 LOVE'S VICTORY, Act 3

Enter D. CESAR.

D. Ces. Alas, my friend !

Per. Alas! Rather shout "huzza/5 and wel-
come victory.

D. Ces. Thou art mocking me, Perin. What
a scene have I endured ?

Per. Endured? Poh ! — without a struggle, vic-
tory is not worth having. She contests it bravely
— but under the yoke she must pass.

D. Ces. Never ! That heart defies love's power.

Per. We may leave that to love's own care.
Even if she loved us not at all to-day, — she is a
woman, and might be crazed with love to-morrow.
Prince, if you abandon the field, it will only be
to make way for some more successful compe-
titor.

D. Ces. That thought is madness, and arms me
with a giant's strength for the renewal of the
conflict. If I obtain Diana's hand and realms, thy
service shall be well remembered, Perin.

Per. (Apart?) — Hem ! A good place to match
the thousand ducats. — (Aloud.) Your Highness
will then find my services as patriotically devoted to
the state, as they now are faithfully to your amour.
Oh ! it must be delightful to have the means of
rewarding merit, encouraging genius, and stand-
ing forward the patron and protector of the fine
arts ! The very idea of your Highness's intention
puts me into a glow of patriotism — even to my
fingers' ends.

D. Ces. Ha ! Ha ! I comprehend, — and will
not disappoint thee, Perin.

Per. Now, then, to business. Philosophy has
discovered another notable plan for entrapping
your stubborn heart. You are to go secretly to the

Sc. 2. A COMEDY. 37

garden, to hear her play the lute. Ay, and to
see her in a dress — a dress, sir, that might ani-
mate a holy father, or set one of her own marble
river-gods on fire.

D. Ces. I am alarmed at this. Do I not run
into the syren's lure ? With music's aid her spells
will be resistless.

Per. Then don't listen to it. Hark ! (Music is
heard.) What already ?

D. Ces. Hush ! It must be she. What tones !

Per. Come, come ; you've heard enough.
Rouse the hero, Prince ! This signal says " The
foe is in the field." Let Cesar shew himself, and
conquer. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.
The Garden.

The PRINCESS DIANA, DONNAS LAURA, LOUISA,
FLORETTA, with musical instruments.

P. Dia. Floretta, have you not seen Don Cesar
in the garden ?

Z>. Flo. No, indeed, nor any where else,— not
even at the ball. I hope the poor gentleman
hasn't been hanging himself for love. I'll look
about on the trees.

P. Dia. Restrain that flippant tongue ! Watch,
and if you see him coming, inform me instantly.

JD. Flo. (Apart.) — It is not true that I am cu-
rious ; for I declare I'd give my ears, and never
be able to listen at another key-hole, if I could
but get hold of Perin, and learn what all this is
about.

38 LOVE'S VICTORY, Act 3.

P. Diet. Flint as he is, you shall see him bend.

Z). Lau. The dress must tell.

Z). Lou. {Aside to D. Z.) — It's very hard that
we are to be kept from our partners.

D. Flo. Perin is bringing Don Cesar this way.

P. Dia. Begin as he approaches. (They sit
down at the entrance of a bower, and play as D.
CESAR and PERIN enter.}

D. Ces. How shall I look upon those charms
arrayed in all their splendour ? Think'st thou
I'm eagle-eyed, and can out-gaze the sun ?

Per. Tut ! tut ! If the sun dazzles, are we
obliged to stare at it ? Turn your eyes away, and
put your thumbs in your ears.

D. Ces. It is all useless. Waking, or dreaming,
still that form appears.

Per. Then just be good enough to dream that
it is perched upon the topmost bough of yonder
tree. There !

P. Dia. (To FLORETTA). — Does he look round?

D. Flo. No more than one of the posts.

P. Dia. {To her cousins.) — You put me out.
Let me play alone. (She plays.) Has he looked
round ?

Z). Flo. Not once. (Apart.) I believe he'll
turn your head yet, before you turn his.

Z). Lau. He seems resolved to look every way
but this.

P. Dia. Oh ! He cannot have heard me. Let
us play together. ( They all play, and PERIN whis-
pers to D. CESAR.)

D. Ces. (In a loud voice.) — Her Highness's
gardener must be a fellow of some taste. This
parterre, and the clump of trees in the distance,
have a very pretty effect.

P. Dia. (Stopping them.} — What do I hear?
Talking of my gardener, and clumps of trees,

Sc. 2. A COMEDY. 39

when I touch the lute? The wretch is totally
devoid of feeling.

D. Ces. How sudden and delightful is this
calm ! 'Twould seem kind nature had suppressed
all ruder sounds, that we might listen to the mu-
sic of her evening sigh, as she sinks down to her
repose.

P. Dia. Yet he speaks with feeling! (Throws
bij her lute.) I have listened to the voice of flat-
tery, and am deceived ; I have no skill upon the
instrument.

D. Ces. This is my favourite hour, Perm, — the
time when all the loftier feelings of the soul rise
up and put to flight the little vanities of pride and
ostentation. These pitiful distinctions of huma-
nity ! — the miserable darkness which we call our
reason ! — how they shrink before this simple, mute
magnificence of nature !

P. Dia. He cannot be so insensible — and yet
he mocks me.

D. Ces. Alas, what a poor farce it is, that a
mere impotent creature, scarcely an atom in the
infinite of space, should fret and fume away his
bare glance of an existence, when the stupendous
world moves on serenely thus through all eternity !

P. Dia. What think you of his moralizing?

D. Lau. Why, this has nothing to do with the
music, or the dress.

D. Ces. And see, with what a chastened, bright
simplicity all nature's favorites are decked ! Look
at the flowers which send their perfume now so
sweetly forth— an incense fit for heaven ! The
beauteous violet with her skyey vest, and the pure
lily in her robe of virgin white — -how they excel
the gaudy tinselling of art, and the false glare of
splendour !

40 LOVE'S VICTORY, Act 3.

P. Diet. (Apart.) — Why did I put on this detest-
able dress !

D. Lou. The booby compliments the flowers,
and passes us unnoticed. Well, — Don Gaston is
quite another man.

D. Flo. (Apart) — That clod, Perin, takes no
more notice than if I were not here.

P. Dia. I am sure he cannot have seen me.
Go, Floretta, and say that I am in the garden.

D. Flo. (Goes across.)— Prince, lam desired to
ask if you are aware that the Princess is in the
garden? (To PERIN.) And you, sir ; did you
not know that there was somebody else present ?

D. Ces. The Princess's garden, child, is beau-
tiful. I should even say exceeding beautiful.
I never beheld such beautiful flower-beds.

^FLORETTA looks silly, the PRINCESS rises
to receive D. CESAR, and he continues
looking at the garden.)

Per. (Apart to D. CESAR.;— You'll kill me,
Prince. I shall burst with laughter. You're born
to make her mad.

(They cross before the PRINCESS without looking.)

P. Dia. He passes, and never turns a look !

D. Lau. It cannot possibly be accidental.

P. Dia. Go, Laura — he will at least vouchsafe
to answer you — and say that I am here, and have
seen him. (Apart.) Oh! what is this I feel?
My bosom palpitates — I scarce can breathe — and
my limbs tremble beneath me.

Z). Lau. Don Cesar, are you not informed that
the Princess is in the garden, and has seen you ?

D. Ces. How, beauteous Laura ! Is the Princess
here ? Perin, did you not know her Highness
meant to walk ? Fair Laura, bear my excuses to
the Princess for this unfortunate intrusion. You

Sc.2. A COMEDY. 41

see how grieved I am — and I shall instantly in-
flict upon myself the penalty of absence.

(Going off.)

P. Dia. Good Heaven ! — Don Cesar ! — Prince !
— remain !

Per. (Apart.) — That was a master-stroke.

P. Dia. Approach, and hear me !

D. Ces. Would your Highness speak with me?

P. Dia. Yes, Prince, with you.

D. Ces. What may be your pleasure ?

P. Dia. How dared you to intrude where I am
understood to be in private ?

D. Ces. As your Highness demands to know the
truth, I dare not conceal it. The crime is Perin's,
who dragged me here much against my will. If
I have erred, I trust my fault is not unpar-
donable.

P. Dia. Did you not hear our music?

D. Ces. Music ? No — not I.

P. Dia. That's impossible.

D. Lou. (Aside to D. LAURA.) — Well, this is
too bad.

D. Lau. Oh ! I see he means to carry it
through.

D. Ces. If I have done wrong in coming here, —
and then, if it be criminal not to have been a
listener, I know not what to say. Therefore,
fearing lest some more capital delinquencies
should rise against me, I must be allowed to \/
choose the minor pain of banishment. \JE,xit.

Per. (Apart.) — Bolder and bolder at every step ! i/
Oh ! I plainly see that my pupil will become my ^
master.

D. Lou. He's never made of flesh and blood.

D. Lau. He must be pure brass inside and out.
D. Flo. I must admit he's even worse than
Perin.

42 LOVE'S VICTORY, Act 3.

P. Dia. (Starting from a reverie.) — It is all
true ! I am scoffed at — derided by this presump-
tuous dunce ! And yet, to feel thus ! — Oh ! have
I sunk so low? And is the nobleness of a proud
soul to bend before the rudeness of a brute ?

Der. (Apart.) — The crisis approaches ; — she 's
serious — and now we shall have a bit of tragedy ;
a touch of the pathetical !

P. Dia. (In a subdued tone.) — I pray you, leave
me. Join the feast, and leave me to myself.

[Exeunt LAURA and LOUISA.

D. Flo. Come, Perin ; try if you can acquit
yourself properly.

Per. Well, come along, child. This folly will
soon have an end, like many others.

P. Dia. Stay, Perin.

D. Flo. Nay, your Highness should remember
his duty calls him.

P. Dia. I command you to be gone. Perin
remains here.

D.Flo. (As she goes.) — It's a great shame, that
it is ; and clear injustice. But I'll make him pay
for it some time or other. And now I'll go and
vent my spleen upon old Pedro. [Exit.

P. Dia. Did you not bring him hither, sir, to
hear me play ?

Per. I did ; and much ado I had to make him
come.

P. Dia. He must have heard me ; — tell me
what he said.

Per. What he said ? — what Don Caesar said ? —
Your Highness means Don Cesar ?

P. Dia. (Impatiently.) — Who should I mean ?
What said he ?

Per. (Affecting to hesitate)— What he said?
What. — why — he said^ — in short your Highness
must excuse me.

Sc.2. A COMEDY. 4-3

P. Diet. I am resolved to know.

Per. Why then, — he said — oh ! nothing at all.
That is — I cannot repeat it.

P. Dia. Speak instantly.

Per. He fancied, — but if your Highness would
have the goodness to pardon me —

P. Dia. I command thee, speak !

Per. He — he thought — that is, he said he thought \
he heard the children thrumming on the lute.

P. Dia. Impossible !

Per. Had I not told him that it was your
Highness, he was running to save the strings.

P. Dia. What intolerable insolence !

Per. He stopped his ears to shut out what he
called the discordant jingling.

P. Dia. Shameless slanderer !

Per. Oh ! He's nothing but a blockhead.

P. Dia. I am distracted with rage and despair.

Per. An uncivilized barbarian. Poor lady !
Nay, don't take it so to heart. I pray your
Highness banish him from your thoughts.

P. Dia. It is impossible — (guickhf), whilst I am
unrevenged. No ! He shall feel that I am still
Diana! Perin, I'll crush this man's rank pride, or
in the effort die. [Exit.

Per. (Laughing.) —Supposing, now, that we
were in reality playing a comedy, and this fair
dame escaped love's snares, one would be very
hard set to find a reason for it, save that it was
the poet's pleasure. [Exit.

44 LOVE'S VICTORY, Act 3.

SCENE III.

The Masquerade and Ball Room.

Characters dancing, 8yc. Donnas LAURA, LOUISA,
and FLORETTA. Dons Luis, GASTON, PEDRO,
infront.

D. Ped. By the effulgence of these stars, I'm
shocked to see the dulness of our gallants.

D. Lau. Alas ! What are we poor stars, Don,
when the moon is expected to shine ?

D. Luis. Were the stars less distant, they might
outshine the moon.

D. Gas. Ay ! Particularly as the moon seems
to be gone out. Ha ! Ha ! Ha ! But Pm con-
tent to be the satellite of Venus. (Bowing to
LOUISA.)

D. Ped. By the veritable spirit, an endurable
conceit! Nay, it is a most pretty figment.

D. Gas. Then, perhaps, there may be some
hope that the world is not totally lost yet — some
possibility of regeneration.

Z). Ped. ( With a mysterious and consequential
air.) — There was an oracle at Delphos — there may
be oracles at Barcelona. If astonishing things
are heard of, let there be no wonder. If certain
events are to happen, they will come to pass. I
say not that the divine spirit shall return in all its
former brilliance, but it was preceded by the dark
ages, and the world has seen surprising regenera-
tions.

(FLORETTA and the others whisper apart.}

D.Flo. (Archly.) — Pray, Don Pedro, how long is
it since the men knew how to conduct themselves

Sc.3. A COMEDY. 45

towards our sex ? I'm sure it was before my
time.

Z). Fed. Thy time, child ? Before the time of
thy mother.

D.Flo. Oh ! Impossible ! How could Don Pedro
remember that time.

Z). Ped. Appearances —are not to be trusted
too far. However much some people may doubt
the fact, it is nevertheless true that Don Pedro
has attained his meridian.

Z). Flor. Indeed ? Pray what may be the me-
ridian age?

D. Ped. Nonsense, child ; I keep no vulgar ac-
counts with time.

D. Flor. I should like of all things to know the
meridian age.

Z). Ped. (Hastily.) — Ladies — ladies — I am at
your devoted service for the dance. What say
you to the Bolero ?

Z). Lau. No, no ; we can never believe that
Don Pedro has attained his meridian, until the
fact is demonstrated.

Z). Lou. Ay, let us see if we cannot make the
calculation. First, the Don came to Barcelona
with our aunt, the good old duchess.

Z). Flo. And that, I have been told, is now five
and thirty years ago. Is it so, Don Pedro?

Z). Ped. (Forcing a laugh.) — Ha ! Ha ! I per-
ceive. A most rare jest!

D. Lau. He had then been her secretary for ten
years in Madrid.

Z). Gas. That makes forty-five.

Z). Ped. Bravo ! Bravo, Ladies ! — but — for the
dance

Z). Lou. And then, who has not heard the bril-
liant adventures of his seven years' tour of Europe ?

Z). Flo. Ay, and the romantic sufferings of

46 LOVE'S VICTORY, Act 3.

the fourteen which he spent in captivity among
the savage Moors?

D. Gas. Sixty-six accounted for. Pray how old
may the Don have been when he commenced the
visit to his sable-visaged friends ?

D. Fed. Ha! Ha! Mighty pleasant, Prince!
He ! He ! Exquisitely pleasant ! Ha ! Ha !

Enter PERIN.

Per. Come, come — the dancing must not lag,
for in an hour or so the banquet-hall is opened.
(The parties separate as before, and PERIN
goes to FLORETTA, who shows him a letter.
FLORETTA takes PEDRO aside and gives
him the letter.)

D. Flor. There, read that, and take care that
you comply with its contents. You know not how
soon you may be the happy man.

(She motions to the rest to retire and observe

him.)

D. Ped. (Alone in the front of the stage.) — The
happy man ? Heir-apparent to the dukedom !

(Opens the letter and reads.}
" To marry a presumptuous^ self-doating fool, were
to undergo the necessity of ringing ' Cuckoo' in
his ears ; therefore, I'll none of him." Ay,
" therefore Til none of him." That's the coxcomb
who jested on my age.

(They laugh at GASTON behind.)
" Neither will I wed with a fellow whose soul lies
in the fineness of his hose, or in the sitting of a
coat lap ; for he would wear me, or cast me off,
according to the fashion, like one of the feathers
in his hat." That's the Prince of Bearne — he
wears feathers in his hat. " But if the true man
would have his deserts, let him serenade me iri the
garden this evening, before the banquet, and have

Sc. I. A COMEDY. 47

a priest at hand." Don Pedro, thou art the true
man — and thou shalt have thy deserts ! I'll haste
to Father Sebastian. But, for the serenade — verily
I am no hand at a cantation. Yet, I'll try ; my
vocalities may be improved. (Tries to sing.) What
is the reason that I sing not as well as another ? I
have a mouth, and a throat, and a stomach, like
other men, — yet sing I cannot. Ah ! I remember
— my villain, Lopez, singeth the do-re-mi, and he
shall execute the serenade. (Looking at the letter.)
No presumptuous, self-doating fools — nor fellows
whose souls lie in the fineness of their hose. —

" But if the true man"

[Goes off reading. The others come forward
laughing, and the curtain falls.

ACT IV. SCENE I.
Garden of the Palace.
Don PEDRO and LOPEZ.

Lop. (Rubbing his shoulders.) — If I had been
so striped before I took the message, I might have
mistook the colour. But if I were to be cut into
mince-meat, every piece of me should swear she
told me blue.

D. Fed. I tell thee, scoundrel, thy blundering
precipitated me from Elysium to the realms of
purgatory.

48 LOVE'S VICTORY, Act 4

Lop. Then it comes of starvation. If a poor
serving man be fed on air like the bird they call
a camelion, is it marvellous if he keep not to his
colour?

Z). Fed. Perform thy duty well this evening,
and to-morrow thou shalt eat an ox. Lopez, thou
mayst yet be chief butler to the Duke of Bar-
celona.

Lop. Good master, what shall I do for an ox ?
And what shall qualify me to be installed in the
buttery ?

D. Ped. Canst thou not sing, Lopez ?

Lop. Sing ? I can sing me from the books.
When I was a boy, I sang masses and turned spits
in a monastery. If it be in canto fermo I can sing
for a month. But your singing in parts is a hei-
nous matter to a dull pate, and mine was mar-
vellously whacked for it.

D.Ped. That was to give thee the musical bumps,
Lopez. By the way, it must be some craniological
imperfection which obstructs my progress in the
vocal art. Dost know the organs, Lopez ?

Lop. I should like to see the miscreant that
should say he knew the barrel organ better, and
had never been a turnspit. I'd spit in the dog's
face, and have him excommunicated for a blas-
phemer.

D. Ped. Pshaw ! Dost know the science ?

Lop. Science or mystery, I care not which-. I
have not been so long in the scullery without
learning my business.

D. Ped. Ah ! thou art an ignoramus and dost
not comprehend me. Canst thou teach me the
manner of singing ?

Lop. I thank the stars and Friar Crotchet, I
can teach any man if he but work by the rules
and forswear diligence.

Sc.l. A COMEDY. 49

D. Ped. Begin thy honourable task, I would
be vocal forthwith.

Lap. No v — mark, sir. Two beats down and
two up upon every note, — so.

(Seats time upon D. PEDRO'S shoulder.)

D. Ped. Villain ! That " sacrilegious" hand
shall be cut off, and in the flames consumed !
Nay, thou thyself shalt be a " burnt offering" to
appease the wrath of outraged dignity !

Lop. (On his knees.) — Pray, sir, forgive me,
spare me, and let the ox be roasted. I only went
by the rules, — they always beat time upon .the
scholars.

Ped. Rise, temeritous slave ! Thou shalt be
the first object of my ducal clemency. Proceed
in thy vocation, lest I relent and sacrifice thee.

Lop.. Yes, sir. (Sings with a tremulous voice.) — -
Do, re, mi, 8$c. Please you, sir, to follow me. Do,
re, mi, fa. (They sing together, Don PEDRO out of
tune ; — at fa, LOPEZ keeps repeating the note
to him.}

D. Ped. Fa, fa, — the devil take thy fa-ing, — it
was never intended for a ducal throat, therefore PH
leave it to the meaner varlets like thyself. I go
to invoke the inspirations of the sacred nine ; and
shortly will provide thee with some verse to which
thou shalt extemporize a tune.

Lop. I pray you, sir, let the verses be both
woful and merry, and I can give them the true
expression in a chant accompanied upon the
castanets.

D. Ped. Remember that as thou singest, so
shalt thou feed. [Exit.

Lop. Then will I sing lustily ! Yet if the beef
come not in its rotation, Lopez, thou shalt die
like a Barcelona goose, with the song in thy teeth.
Nevertheless, I will sing, that they shall hear me

H

50 LOVE'S VICTORY, Act*.

through half the city ; and if I get ensconced in
the buttery, I'll have beef and onions five times a
day, and never look in the Kalendar. " If I
" would not be too good a Christian — which the
" Saints forbid — I have fasted enough though I
" should live thus in the buttery for a hundred
" years to come," [Exit.

SCENE II.

A Summer House in the Garden, on one side. In
the distance Trees and Walks.

Don Luis and Don G AST ON.

D. Luis. Art thou melancholy, Gaston?

D. Gas. If thou art in spirits, Luis, prithee
whip time with thy humour ; for winged as he is,
the old rascal lags confoundedly.

D. Luis. It is intolerable that Diana should rob
us of her cousins, thus. Her pride, I see, grows
with our attentions. But there are charms in
more colours than one.

D. Gas. So I told Donna Louisa. Ah ! Here
comes Don Cesar — pale and stately as the De-
cember moon — step by step, with all the majesty
of the king in chess.

(Don CESAR walks up from among the trees.

PER IN behind.}

Still bearing the white colour ! Cast it away, —
'tis emblematical of thine own snow.

D. Ces. Ha ! Ha ! What ye are envious of cold,
then ? And very natural too, since you burn — yet
can't inflame.

D Luis. How's that?

V

Sc.2. A COMEDY. 51

D. Gas. Ay, who presumes to say that ?

Z). Ces. Does not Diana prove it ? You have
beset her with your flames, and yet she walks
about as coolly as I. do, just as though you were
not in the world.

D. Gas. So much the better. She's not the
only woman in it.

D. Luis. She deserves payment in her own
coin.

Z). Ces. How may that be done ?

D. Luis. By neglecting her, and preferring her
cousins.

£). Gas. What thinks stern Cato — should we do
well?

D. Ces. Ay, reasonably well, for such as can
do no better.

D. Gas. What would be better, friend wisdom ?

D. Ces. To do as I do, — look upon all woman-
kind as puppets, and amuse one's self with their
antics,

D. Luis. See, where the Donnas are walking,
Gaston !

Z). Gas. We '11 soon be with them.

D. Luis. I have a song for my guitar, yonder,
which I mean to pour into fair Laura's ear.

Z). Gas. And I have provided music for Louisa.
But we must not forget old Pedro's serenade, of
which Floretta is to give us notice.

[Exeunt GASTON and Luis.

D. Ces. Thus fortune makes the ^ckle happy,
whilst I in secret bear the rack for constancy and
truth.

Per. (Coming forward.) — It goes on swimmingly,
Prince. This is all water to our mill. These good
gentlemen will get themselves into disgrace, and
us into favour, by the game they play. Make

52 LOVE'S VICTORY, Act 4.

ready, Prince, — they drive the wild roe right
within shot !

D. Ces. Wild indeed she is, Perin !

Per. Much tamer than she appears though. She
loves well enough already to threaten eternal
hatred ; — and when a woman comes to that ! Let
her only swear that she broods revenge, and then
you may wait quietly enough for the hatching, —
depend upon it Love peeps through the shell in
due time. If I am not mistaken, she 's now me-
ditating an attack by exciting your jealousy.

D. Ces. Ah ! That will be a fearful trial.

Per. Poh ! nothing at all. It 's in the regular
course of things, — they always try that. Only be
determined not to believe one word she says, and
this last effort fails.

D. Ces. Well — I am determined. I'll win her
by my own firmness, or I were unworthy such a
prize.

Per. Then your highness means to kick down
the ladder? Take care that you are clear of it
first. But, see ! (Looking out,) the two princes
are bearing, themselves gallantly with their ladies
yonder. Play away, sweet children ! You 're at
blindman's-buff with love, capering like silly mice
before grimalkin. Play away, you'll be caught in
good time. Ah ! Diana herself approaches.

D. Ces. (Passionately.) — Approaches like a god-
dess borne upon the zephyr's wing !

Per. Goddesses and zephyrs — pshaw ! You must
retreat awhile. (Forces him back.)

DON Luis leads in LAURA and sings.
SONG.

Laura's smile is like the beam
That falls upon a gloomy stream,
Corning with its heavenly ray,
To chase the darkness all away.

Sc. 2. A COMEDY. 53

Laura's voice is like the tone

That Fancy knows for music's own ;

Waking through the captive ear

Sweet thoughts that melt to feeling's tear.

Laura's love to me would be
Like Eden when its gates were free.
Eden's joys were not more bright,
For Laura's smile is Eden's light.

[D. Luis and D. LAURA pass down the stage.
The PRINCESS DIANA enters, meeting PERIN.

P. Dia. (Gravely.) — What is this singing? No-
V thing but Laura,, Laura, Laura! What does.it
mean, Perin ? J}****

Per. Trifles, your highness, not worth the at-
tention of philosophic minds. Don Luis has got
entangled in Donna Laura's chains, and tries to
insinuate himself into her heart through the side
door of her ear — that's all. Poor weakness !

P. Dia. Despicable !

Per. Ah, me ! Tis pitiful, too, to see men
crazed with love in this way.

(A Symphony is heard.)

Per. This must be Gaston's to Louisa.

P. Dia. (Contemptuously^] — More laudatory
rhymes, I suppose.

Per. (Apart.) — Envy ! Oh, how beautifully my
\ySystem works! (Aloud.) — It's a poor miserable
farce, just excusable upon the score of folly.
Really, the very absurdity of the thing is amusing.
I had some thought of preparing a little ode
myself, in honour of Floretta — and your Highness.
For believe me, Princess, too much seriousness
bears an amazing resemblance to stupidity : but
let it pass.

P. Dia. (In a softened lone,) — You are not far

54 LOVE'S VICTORY, Act 4.

wrong, Perin, — and it would not have been out of
character if Don Cesar had complied with the
custom.

Per. Not at all. But then your Highness
knows he's not a man given to levity ; and— to
speak frankly — you have released him from his
duties. When he speaks of that, you cannot con-
ceive how provokingly delighted he is.

P. Diet. It is true, I bade him go. But no
man of spirit, or acquainted with the usages of
life, would have obeyed such an order. The
blockhead should have known that obedience is
—not always a virtue.

Per. (Apart.) — Oh ! my precious system, I'll
write a book about it instantly. ,

P. Did. If he had urged his suit, I might, per-
haps, have pardoned him.

Per. Ay — perhaps ; —there lies the point.
He's not a man to be led into the finesse of love-
games. He's not to be had by an if, or a perhaps.
(P. DIANA looks absent, and sighs deeply.)
Per. (Apart.) — Oh, my gold tincture ! My phi-
losopher's stone !

(DON Luis with LAURA, D, GASTON with
LOUISA, and CESAR enter among the trees
at the back.)

Per. Yonder come the Princes in high triumph
with their ladies. Only look ; — it is really amusing
to see such folly.

P. Dia. Don Cesar is with them.
Per. Yes ; but he seems very heedless of their
delight. Now, my illustrious mistress, let us, who
soar among the lofty regions of philosophy, look
^down with compassion upon these poor human
frailties.

(They watch from the summer-house, and the
others approach.)

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D. Luis. She marks us : now's the time to vex
her.

D. Gas. Observe how neatly I'll pay her off.
D. Ces, Do as ye like. Take all the honour ;
I would not have it for the trouble.

D. Luis. (In a loud tone, to Laura.) — Fortune
has, indeed, been kind to me to-day. But if I
could hope that Laura were propitious to my suit,
then would I set fortune at defiance.

( They go back, talking familiarly)
D. Gas. (To Cesar.) — Take notice. (Aloud.)—
It is' the rarest beauty in all Barcelona, and not
the occasion, which makes me Louisa's slave.

(He kisses her hand, and leads her back.)
(FLORETTA crosses the stage with D. PEDRO
and LOPEZ, and places them behind some
trees opposite DIANA.)

P. Dia. It appears, then, that they neither
speak nor think of me.

Per. Quite so. And I could excuse it in the
others ; but for Don Cesar — only look at him

as he stands there like Oh ! It would gratify

one to box his ears ! Look at him ! A man far~l,
handsomer than any of them ; brave and princely v
in his dispositions, and the conqueror in every
thing he undertakes. It is a disgrace to him,
and upon my honor it. is no less a pity, — that he
should be so uncouth." i As he stands there, qne
might positively look on him with admiration J
(P. DIANA with difficulty restrains her emo-
tion, and PERIN turns away to hide his
laughter.)

How shameful that all these attentions are paid
to the Donnas, while your Highness remains neg-
lected.

56 LOVE'S VICTORY, Act -V.

, who has been talking with the
others behind, claps her hands, and LOPEZ
sin^s to a solemn tune.)

Lovely Di-

-ana, fly
With thy charms

To these arms.

(All come forward. )

P. Dia. What means this miserable insolence?
Call my attendants, Perin, — (looking reproachfully
at Cesar) — as there is no one here who will pro-
tect me from insult.

D. Ces. (Furiously) — Let me drag the mis-
creant forth ! (Runs behind and drags out Don
Pedro.)

D. Gas. There is another of the villains. (Goes
and pulls out LOPEZ.) A case of intended forcible
abduction, depend upon it.

Lop. (Trembling with fright) — " Lord" bless
you, sir, nothing of the kind. I am too lean and
hungry for it. Let me not be hanged, and you
shall hear all — I'll confess the treason. How I
was to eat an ox, — and how I had fasted nine
days, — and how —

D. Fed. Hold thy peace, knave ! There was
an age, Don Cesar, in which this indignity could
not have been offered to a personage — of some
consideration in the court. Condescension is the
virtue of- exalted station ; therefore be not sur-
prised hereafter, when I resort to the passado for
an ablution of this stain. All here will find, be-
fore long, that they have grossly committed them-
selves £ but the rest may rely upon a magnanimous
oblivion of the past. (He advances to DIANA with
a smiling and familiar air. She, and D. CESAR,
express astonishment ; — the rest laugh to each

Sc. 2. A COMEDY. 57

other.} Divine Princess, vouchsafe to ordain the
disappearance of these people, that we confer in
private.

D. Ces. Reptile ! Thy grey hairs alone protect
thee from my vengeance.

D. Gas. Hey-day ! Widom grows warm ! Cato
is incensed !

P. Dia. Oh ! The unfortunate man is mad !

D. Fed. Most superlative lady, — not mad, but
ecstatically intoxicated.

ATTENDANTS enter.

P. Dia. Put these drunken brawlers in confine-
ment, until their reason shall be recovered.

(They are seized.)

D. Fed. This is a vile conspiracy to make me
appear an ass. I'll write a lampoon that shall
exterminate them,- — and then — I'll — I'll hang
myself, and no longer submit to the disgrace of
living in such a dirty, damned, degenerate age.

(They drag him off.)

Lop. Heaven bless ye, sweet ladies and gentle-
men, look upon me, and say if I am statically
intoxicated. I have neither meat in my stomach,
nor drink in my head. St. Antony knows they
are both as empty as an aims-box.

P. Dia. Truly, he looks as though he were
starved. Take the wretch and feed him*

Lop. (To the attendants) — Hear ye that, good
gentlemen ? Those sweet words, "take the wretch
and feed him." Take me, and feed me, kind
gentlemen ; and as ye are good Christians take
care that I be not disturbed until I cannot move.

(They take him off.)

Per. (Aside to D. CESAR.) It was only a joke
played off by my arch wag Floretta.

58 LOVE'S VICTORY, Act 4-

D. Gas. Come, Luis, as this eccentric amuse-
ment appears to be over, let us go and prepare for
the banquet.

D. Lui. Ay ; we must enjoy every moment of
the day, for love makes it fly but too quickly.

(They pass off with the DONNAS, not no-
ticing DIANA.)

P. Dia. (With anger and affected contempt.)
They appear to be swimming in a very ocean of
delight.

Per. Alas ! giddy ignorance ! Your Highness
knows they are not philosophers, like us : yet the
poor creatures believe they are in the road to
heaven. (D. CESAR is following the others.)

P. Dia. He must not also leave me thus. I'll
try the last and deadliest poison— jealousy. Call
him back, Perin.

Per. Don Cesar !

D. Ces. Didst call, Perin ?

Per. Yes, Prince.

D. Ces. Some other time. I follow in the train
of love.

P. Dia. Of love, Prince ?

Z). Ces. Ay, Princess.

P. Dia. Then are you in love ?

D. Ces. Yes.

P. Dia, With whom ?

D. Ces. With freedom.

P. Dia. You could not love a fairer mistress.
And yet you cannot love freedom.

D. Ces. Excuse me — why not; ?

P. Dia. Because love's victims are all slaves.
Love breathes an atmosphere which poisons free-
dom ; so that the union is impossible. We cherish
freedom, and adore it like a God; therefore to
say you love it as a mistress is a profanation.

D. Ces. As you know not what love is, it were

Sc. 2. A COMEDY. 59

useless to discuss the point. You could not un-
derstand it.

P. Dia. But, perhaps I am not so totally dis-
qualified as you imagine.

D. Ces. (Eagerly.) Do you, then, lo\7e ?

P. Dm. (Aside to PERIN.) He totters already !
(To CESAR.) Why — it might be somewhat pre-
cipitate to pronounce at once the formidable
sounds, " I love ;" but my feelings upon that
subject have undergone some change.

Per. (Apart.) A pretty considerable one, I
believe.

Z), Ces. (Agitated.) Will you explain your-
self?

P. Dia. (Apart.) He must fall, if he's a man.
Revenge, how precious thou wilt be ! — (Aloud.)
Yes, Don Cesar, because I know you will not
abuse my confidence. I begin to feel that I ought
no longer to oppose my father's prayers, and the
wishes of my whole state. I have looked round
amongst my suitors, and can see none more
worthy than Luis, Prince of Bearne.

Per. (Aside to D. CESAR.) Birdlime ! — (Aside
to P. DIANA.) — The blow is irresistible !

P. Dia. In birth, he is not inferior to myself;
whilst his natural endowments, and his accom-
plished mind, to me far more estimable, are
scarcely to be equalled. His fame proclaims him
bold in adventure ; yet I have found him meek
as modesty herself. Indeed, it must be true that
prejudice can blind its victims, or surely I had
seen all this before.

D. Ces. (Aside to PERIN.) Even though she
dissemble — the bare thought is dreadful.

Per. (Aside to CESAR.) Prince ! is this your
firmness ?

P. Dia. (Apart.) I see~ Perin is helping me,

60 LOVE'S VICTORY, Act 4.

and victory is certain. — (Aloud.) As I have, in
short, resolved to choose him, pray tell me, do you
think Don Luis worthy my hand and crown ? As
you are free from these strange feelings which so
perplex me, I wish for your disinterested opinion.
— (A pause.) — You hesitate ? Then, I fear you
do not approve my choice ? — (Apart.) — Speech-
less and pale! The poison strikes to his heart —
he trembles — I have vanquished! — (To PERIN.)
— Now, Perin, keep up my triumph !
u Per. (Aside to CESAR.) Is this your boasted re-
s lution ? Man yourself, Prince, or you lose her
for ever.

P. Dia. You do not answer me. What means
this confusion, Prince ?

D. Ces. (Recovering himself.) Indeed — I was
lost, confounded with amazement.

P. Dia. At what ?

D. Ces. To find it possible that two beings
should exist, in whom there seems to be a perfect
unity in thought, feeling, action, nay, even down
to fickle taste. Pray, when did your Highness
take this resolution ?

P. Dia. Only this evening.

D. Ces. The hour?

P. Dia. The hour ?

D. Ces. Ay, was it not at seven precisely ?
It must have been : I know it was. I was listen-
ing to the chimes, and remembering how my
gracious father had implored that I would not
return to Naples till I had fixed upon a bride ;
and, like you, at that very moment I chose my
helpmate.

P. Dia. (Apart.) Now, then, he at length de-
clares himself. It can be none but me. My wrath
is already half appeased in the anticipation of my
vengeance. (Aloud.) Well, Prince ; my trust was

Sc. 2. A COMEDY. 61

frankly reposed, and you may venture to return
the confidence. Who is the happy object of your
choice ?

D. Ces. I could not stray from the house of Don
Diego.

Per. (Apart.} The game's all up. Oh! are we
to be run through the gizzard by such a hood-
winked thrust as this, after all ?

P. Dia. And — her name?

D. Ces. Is Laura.

P. JDia. What— who !

D. Ces. Donna Laura.

Per. (Apart, delighted.*) Zounds ! What a con-
ception ! Oh ! He's a first rate genius. I'm but a
fool to him.

[ The P. DIANA is unable to speak, and turns away
to conceal her feelings :]

D. Ces. I see you do approve my choice. And,
indeed, who could object to it ? Such grace, and
gentleness, and mind, never before combined to
form a woman. She seeks not to dazzle with the
vulgar arts of gaudy show ; yet every look uncon-
sciously attracts one's love. But, Perin, I see her
Highness hears me not. What can be the matter
— is she ill ?

Per. (Laughing aside to D. CESAR.) Very bad
indeed.

P. Dia. (Apart.) My senses fail me, and my
blood grows cold. Heavens ! I shall betray my-
self!

D. Ces. Mercy on us ! What can it be ? Why
do you not speak ?

P. Dia. O — I — 'tis nothing. Wonder — admi-
ration, at the fervour of your rhapsody. Prince,
you must be spell-bound. Your diseased imagina-
tion paints to you an angel, where I can scarcely
see the common charms of woman.

62 LOVE'S VICTORY, Act 4.

»

D. Ces. Astonishing ! Incredible ! There must
be magic in it. The similarity between us is too
great to be a natural coincidence. You think in-
differently of the object of rny choice ; and I look
upon Don Luis as a mere ordinary man, such as
may be met with every day in the year.

P. Dia. Very well. In this, at least, our tastes
differ, and each may be pursued. [Turns away.

D. Ces. (Aside to PERIN.) What is this sudden
change ?

Per. Does your Highness forget the usages of
war ? The fire has ceased, and you may now look
for the white flag.

D. Ces. Princess, with your gracious permis-
sion, I retire.

P. Dia. To your Laura, I suppose.

D. Ces. In pity, don't detain me. You are ac-
quainted with love's keen impatience.

P. Dia. (Apart}. What are these agonies that
rend my heart !

D. Ces. Farewell, Princess !

P. Dia. Hold, Don Cesar ! what can possess
you to be in love with Laura? What are her
charms — where is the beauty which excites your
blind extravagance ? What is there amiable — what
bearable about her? Tell me, what is the cause of
this infatuation ? (Checking herself apart.} What
have I done ? What am I saying ?

Per. '(Aside to D. CESAR.) There, sir ; there is
the flag of truce. The drum beats a parley, and
the next step is an unconditional surrender.

D. Ces. As we are each to pursue our own
tastes, what do these questions imply ?

P. Dia. (Angrily.} That your choice, sir, is
pitiful ; — your blindness most lamentable.

D. Ces. Pitiful ? Look at her, as she passes
yonder. (Pointing out.} What modest dignity in

Sc. 2. A COMEDY. 63

every step ! What nobleness in every gesture !
How simple every motion— yet, how exquisitely
graceful ! No diamonds flash their tinted light-
nings from her brow — but every glance is beam-
ing with the ray of pure benevolence. How un-
assuming, too ! Ignorant of her power, the timid
blush steals o'er her beauteous cheek, when other
brows were mantling with the prideful flush of
conquest. Pardon me, Princess, I fly to entreat
your father for the hand of Laura, and to acquaint
Don Luis with his happiness. \JExit.

P. Dia. My fate is sealed !

Per. (Apart.) Yes, yes, my proud spirit, you
must take it as it comes, now. There's no choice
for you. If I am not deceived, she 's almost ma-
ture, and the play draws to a close. I must sound
her.

P. Dia. Peiin, is he not coming back?

Per. Coming back? Why should he come back?
Was there any thing wanting to fill up the mea-
sure of his insolence?

P. Dia. Hush, hush, Perin ! Speak not of it —
I scarcely know myself in this debasement.

Per. Be calm, my gentle mistress. How is it
with your heart ? Really, if your Highness could
but see yourself, you would admit that you are
playing the inamorata to the life. And— you must
excuse me — but it actually appears as if you in-
tended to surrender.

P. Dia. Surrender to what ?

Per. To love.

P. Dia. Love ? Villain ! Barest thou insult
me, too ?

Per. (Apart?) Oh ! Not quite ripe yef . (Aloud.}
To love for Don Luis, as your Highness said.

P. Dia. Alas, Perin ! I know not what I have
said. My mind wanders, and I feel such strange

64< LOVE'S VICTORY, Act 5.

commotion in my bosom — deep, quenchless hatred
of this Cesar— displeasure at myself — fierce enmity
to all.

Per. Impossible ! Why this is not merely simple
love — this is hot jealousy !

P. Dia. Jealousy ? Jeal — and to rny face ? False
traitor, quit my sight ! (PJERIN is about to speak.}
Silence ! Thy life shall be the forfeit of a word.

[PERIN bows and retires.

[The PRINCESS displays violent agitation , and then
rushes off.

ACT V. SCENE I.

The Garden.
DONNA LAURA and DON Luis.

D. Lau. A truce to this jesting, Prince : you
go beyond your privilege.

D.Lui. And can you still imagine that I but
counterfeit the lover ? No, Laura — this is cruelty.

D. Lau. Cruelty, indeed ! That would be a
very proper speech addressed to your fair prude,
my cousin.

D.Lui. Mine? I see that you share her sar-
castic haughtiness as well as her unfeeling cruelty.

D. Lau. (Playfully.} — You cannot think how
well chiding becomes you. Pray, go on.

D. Lui. Will you not believe me if I swear —

D. Lau. Swear ! Believe a lover's oath ! I con-
fess it is a pretty thing enough while it lasts, —
like a sweet poem over which we sigh to think it
nothing but a fiction.

Sc. 1. A COMEDY. 05

Z). Lui. Alas ! I see you resemble that proud
woman but too much. Like her, heartless your-
self, you cannot feel for the hearts of others.
Farewell !

D. Lau. But, stay, Don Luis — what a wayward
child it is ! — do you truly love me?

Z). Lui. Do I love? Laura, that doubt is
cruelty's worst torture.

Z). Lau. And could you not forgive it, Luis ?

D. Lui. If Laura would renounce it, there
would be nothing to forgive.

D. Lau. Then here I cast it from me, — and
will believe thy love no less than I will treasure
it! But — Diana

D. Lui. (Kneeling, PERIN enters behind.} — Dear-
est life ! Return me love for love, and let her
wander in the mazes of her pride.

Per. (Clapping his hands.} — Bravo! bravo,
Prince! You do honour to your character. The
best imitation of a lover that ever was played.
Egad, I don't think there's even a lady in all Bar-
celona that could distinguish between it and the
reality. I hope the Donna gives encouragement
to such rare talent.

D. Lui. What brought you here, Perin ?

Per. Oh ! The great news ! The Princess has
made her choice at last.

Z). Lui. (Indifferently} — Indeed.

D. Lau. Very well ; is that all ?

Per. (Mimicking them.} — " Indeed." " Very
"well; is that all?" Then you don't wish to
know who it is?

D. Lui. It signifies little. Pray who may it be ?

Per. You, yourself, Prince, have drawn the
prize.

D. Lui. I ? Art thou mad ?

K

66 LOVE'S VICTORY, Act 5.

Per. And Donna Laura gains the hand of
Cesar.

D. Lau. You are extremely kind ; but I beg
that I may be left out of your lottery.

Per. Well, — the news seems to please nobody
here, however.

D. Lau. Why do they interfere with me ? Let
him take Louisa.

D.Lui. Right, — and Diana may have Gaston.

Per. Ay, — but this lovewood always grows
cross-grained. Don Gaston and Louisa are al-
ready matched together. Every thing is arranged,
and resistance is too late.

D. Lui. What care I for their arrangements ?

Per. That does not sound very politely, though.
You have been striving like the rest to gain her
favour, and if she accepts you, it's quite impossible
to get off.

D. Lau. (Sighing.} Yes, Perin is right,

Per. No woman in the world would suffer such
an insult. But she — Diana ! No, Prince ; you
must banish every thing else from your thoughts.

D. Lui. (After a pause.) — Oh ! It must be some
raillery of hers. How came she to select me ?

Per. Why, to confess the truth, there is a piece
of roguery at the bottom of it. She named you to
make Don Cesar jealous.

D. Lau. (Quickly.) — I know she is in love with
him.

Per. As nearly as possible; — within a move of
check-mate. And Don Cesar declared his passion
for you, that she might not see he was dying of
love for her.

D. Lui. Then we were used only as tools.

Per. (Drily.) — Exactly so, — a pair of screens,
as it were.

Sc. 2. A COMEDY. #7

D. Lau. Exceedingly impertinent !

Per. I must admit it.

D. Lui. Intolerably insolent !

Per. It can't be denied.

Z). Lui. It shall be revenged !

Per. You're quite right, — only let me entreat
that you don't think of blood, — because if you will
listen to good advice, I promise you something far
better.

D. Lui. What?

Per. Revenge first, and then the hand of Donna
Laura. You have only to play your parts under
my direction, and you shall laugh till your anger
be cool enough. Follow me, and attend to my
instructions.

D. Lui. Whither wilt thou lead us ?

Per. To the wedding. Ask no questions, but
come on. \JLxeunt.

SCENE II.

A Room in the Palace.
P. DIANA alone.~

P. Dia. Is this distraction love ? Alas ! I dare
no longer doubt. Love vindicates his power, and
in his vengeance sends this dreadful retribution.
He shields the object of my fierce pursuit, and
leaves me desolate and broken-hearted.

Enter D. Luis, and PERIN behind.

D. Luis. (Throwing himself on his knee before
her.) — Pardon me, gracious Princess ! At your
feet I lay my soul — a poor return, indeed, for that
favour which is to elevate me above the world.

P. Dia. What — what has happened, Prince?

68 LOVE'S VICTORY, Act 5.

Do yoa speak to me? What favour are you
dreaming of?

D, Luis. The blissful tidings communicated to
me by Don Cesar. The favour which awards to
me this hand — the richest in all Spain, but far
more fair than rich.

Dia. (Agitated.} — Don Cesar is bereft of wit,
sir, and you are weak to listen to his ravings.

D. Luis. (Rising.) — I deemed it certainly
miraculous. " But your Highness knows the
" gods made known their favour and their power
" to us, poor mortals, through miracles alone."

[PERIN makes signs to him of approbation.

Dia. Then, Sir, you were bold enough to be-
lieve yourself worthy of my love ?

D. Luis. No, Princess, — but your love confers
that worth which none, without it, could aspire to.

P. Dia. (Thoughtfully.}— And— Don Cesar led
you into this error ?

D. Luis. Cesar himself informed me.

P. Dia. (Apart.} — It is too true !

[PERIN overhears and signifies his delight to
Luis.

D. Luis. Perhaps, sweet Princess, I have erred
in the manner of applying for my destined happi-
ness. Oh, yes ! I see it, and will hasten to cor-
rect my fault. Your father shall first grant his
sanction, and with that aid I'll presently renew
my suit. [Exit.

Per. (Apart.') — I fear I can't venture yet. I
am still a disgraced minister, and must keep aloof
to watch for the happy opportunity. I begin to
perceive, that going out is a much easier matter
than getting in again.

\_TIie PRINCESS looks at him with a frown, and
he sneaks off.

P. Dia. Is there no way to snatch him from

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her arms ? Ah ! yes — I'll see her instantly. (In
a subdued tone.) Laura is kind ; — and the heart
that would not melt to see the anguish of my
sufferings/ cannot be human. (Weeping.') Yes,
pity will move her to reject him. (After a pause.)
But — shall I avow to her what I with shame ac-
knowledge to myself? No L^l'll Jceep the flame '
concealed, though it consume me, ? Ah, here she
comes ! The joy, it seems, has winged her feet.
Be calm, my heart ! Leave me at least the shadow
of my former self.

Enter D. LAURA, and D. FLORETTA.

D. Lait. Dear cousin, I am come to throw
myself upon your friendship. Don Cesar has just
offered me his hand, and is gone to ask your
father's sanction to our nuptials. My uncle's will
is mine, but I should be still happier with Diana's
approval.

[P. DIANA turns aside to hide her emotion.
Cousin, do you not hear me ?

P. Dia. Yes, Laura, I will unbosom all my
feelings, and throw myself upon your love. Alas !
our hearts are like the restless winds that shift
from point to point as the eye glances, yet have
no visible cause of motion. I will confess to you
that Cesar's pride has irritated me beyond endu-
rance. I_haye despised all whose passions I have
ever moved, — and he, the only man that ever
moved my heart, dares to despise me. I am in-
sulted, wronged, dishonoured ; and I claim that
friendship at your hands, Laura, which you came
to seek at mine. You shall avenge me. Let him
endure the scorn which has tormented me. Repay
his arrogance ; and let him find a heart as flinty
as his own. My dear, dear Laura, let him suffer,

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writhe, consume with agony; — then mock his
tears, deride his thousand and accumulating woes.

D. Lau. Mercy ! Cousin, — what council would
you give me? If ingratitude be criminal in him,
it cannot be a virtue in me. No ; if he loves me
sincerely, T shall return the sentiment.

P. Dia. Love him ! And wilt thou dare to love
him?

D. Lau. Heavens, what do I hear ?

D. Flo. (Aside to LAURA.) — Don't be frightened.

P. Dian. Don Cesar thine, whilst I am dying
for his love ? Never ! His very pride enchants
• me, and in the depth of that abasement which he
caused, I still adore him. (Starting and turning
from them.) What's this ? Have I forgot my honor
and my fame ? No, — thou perverse heart — bleed !
bleed ! But let me save Diana's fame untainted.
(To LAURA.) Laura, you see I'm ill, — delirious.
My tongue had lost the guidance of my reason.
Believe not what it spoke so falsely, — but hear
me, dearest Laura. Give him your hand — I am
content. You will be happy — very — very happy
—and I can rejoice in that. Go, then, and bless
him with thy constant love. Go— enjoy that bliss,
and leave me to a life of wretchedness and shame.
— (LAURA is going.) Yet stay ! O Heaven, it is
impossible — I cannot bear the thought. The flame
bursts forth and wraps me in destruction. I sink
—I die — the victim of my pride.

[Sinks into LAURA'S arms.

D. Lau. Floretta, I'm alarmed — I'll tell her all.
Diana — Alas ! she hears not. — Dear cousin, look
up, look up.

D. Flo. You forget your part.

P. Dia. (Recovering.) — What is this dreadful
tumult

D. Lau. What can all this mean ?

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D. Flo. (Aside.) — Only that it is dangerous to
play with edged tools.

P. Did. (In a determined tone.) — I have con-
fessed to you, Laura, that Cesar is the object of I /
my love — the elected of my heart — the chosen of
my pride! If I can. brave the blushes raised by
this deliberate avowal — ask yourself one question.
Will Diana live and see him yielded to another ?

{Exit.

D. Lau. We were too severe, Floretta. I feel
for her.

D. Flo. Oh ! a little correction won't hurt her.
She has teazed and tormented us long enough.
Ah, me! You see how little it avails to be wise.
Your philosophy and pride are nothing, after all,
to a poor love-sick heait.J^>

Enter DON CESAR and PERIN".

D. Ces. Can it be true, Perin ?

Per. Could it be otherwise, Prince ? I told you
she'd be crazed with love ; and now, sure enough,
her philosophic mind wanders, and her proud in-
sensible heart is bursting with tenderness.

D. Lau. Depend upon it, Diana will, herself,
confess her passion to you, Prince.

D. Ces. That's not enough. She shall do it in
the face of the world.

Per. We follow to the banquet* Prince. Don
Diego has come into our plot, and knows his part.
You have played yours nobly, Donna Laura.

D. Flo. Yes, Perin, — and how have I done
mine ?

Per. Oh, pretty well. [Exeunt.

7# LOVE'S VICTORY, Act 5.

SCENE III.

An apartment in the palace.

D. DIEGO, D. CESAR, D. Luis, D. GASTON, PERIN,
P. DIANA, D. LAURA, D. LOUISA, and D. FLO-
RE TT A.

D. Die. To you, my friends, and all my faithful
subjects, this shall be a joyful feasting. Before
the banquet be commenced, I must make glad
your hearts, and share with you my inexpressible
delight. Our future Duke at length is chosen ;
and my daughter's choice will add a-precious jewel
to our diadem. Bearne sparkles in the crown of
Barcelona. Come, Prince, — receive a father's
fond embrace.

D. Luis. Sire, I am overwhelmed with joy and
gratitude.

P. Dia. (Apart.} — Oh, Heaven ! my Father,
too ! Then all is over. It is too late — and I am
sacrificed.

D. Gas. I give ye joy, Luis. If my attack in
one quarter has not been attended with the bril-
liant result which it was natural to anticipate, —
still I don't complain, since Venus accepts me as
her satellite.

D. Lou. That is, — if you promise not to quit
the true attraction.

D. Ces. Take my congratulations also, Don Luis.
You may believe yourself the richest man in
Christendom.

D. Luis. I thank you, Prince, and must pay
back your compliment. In Laura you receive the
fairest treasure which the world could give. Trust

Sc. 3. A COMEDY. JS

me, there are many who will envy you that hap-
piness.

D. Die. Your wishes are already known to me,
Don Cesar, and Laura shall be yours.

[P. DIANA goes back to hide her emotion.

D. Ces. (Apart.) — Now, then, let me be guarded.
The critical moment is at hand ; and they who
would make peace, must never destroy hope. (To
D. DIEGO) — Illustrious sir, I came to Barcelona's
court attracted by Diana's peerless charms. I
found that rumour, with all its thousand tongues,
had failed to speak a moiety of her perfections.
I wear her colour, still ; and will not prove so
recreant a knight as to abandon it till I have
her free approval.

(P. DIANA listens to him anxiously?)

Z>. Die. Who can suppose my daughter will
object, since she weds Don Luis?

P. Dia. (Advancing.} — My dearest father, your
happiness depends upon my marriage, and I con-
sent to be the wife of one amongst these princes;
but, on condition that I choose my husband.

Z). Die. Granted, for I esteem them equally.

P. Dia. Then I am his who vanquished pride
with pride.

D. Ces. (Approaching her tenderly?) — And who
may claim that bliss ?

P. Dia. (Pausing for a moment, then bursting
into tears.} Tyrant ! Thou know'st too well. (She
sinks upon his bosom.}

Per. (Apart.}— There's a situation for you !

D. Ces. (Kneeling to DIANA.) — Now let me at
thy feet, loveliest, and still, with reason, proudest
of thy sex, tell how my every pulse has beat for
thee; what pangs have rent my soul, whilst I
concealed the truest love that man e'er felt for

74 LOVE'S VICTORY, Act o.

woman ; and, in my victory, avow myself thy
slave !

Per. (Apart.} — All the work of my incomparable
brain.

P. Dia. (Turning mth emotion to D. DIEGO.) —
My dear, dear father. Oh ! I feel like some poor
prisoner snatched from the darkness of his loath-
some cell, I cannot look upon this heavenly
light.

D. Die. Don't weep so, child, or thy old father's
heart will burst.

P. Dia. Oh ! I must, — I must ; for they are
tears that purify my heart from its false pride,
and give me back to nature. (After a pause, turns
to D. Luis and D. LAURA.) — But

D. Ces. Thou art amazed, sweet Dian. Come,
come ; I'll solve the mystery. In war and love,
all stratagems are fair, and we have made this
conquest by deceit. Nothing which thou hast
seen or heard is real, except thy Cesar's love. —
(Laughing.} — The whole plan of our battle was
Perin's.

P. Dia. The wretch ! But this must be a day
pf general happiness, and he is pardoned.

D. Flo. Now, Perin !

Per. Stop, child! We'll take a little time to
consider of it.

P. Dia. Take her, and the thousand ducats.

Per. (Taking FLORETTA'S hand.}— Oh ! The
thousand ducats ! I thank your highness, and
promise never again to be so bad a courtier as
to get within a day's march of the truth. Your
highness knows I never ventured to approach it
but once, and for that I obtained my conge. And
you, my prince— you'll not forget that I am to
be made a patriot ?

Sc. 3. A COMEDY. 15

D. Ces. No, no ; depend upon a rich reward ;
for thou hast helped me to the richest prize that
e'er was gained by man.

P. Dia. Now, then, my lord, my husband ; the
heart which I have kept so long in silence, speaks,
and tells me that t(K|ove is to obey the purest im-
pulse of our nature7> Come, then ; Love's temple
stands before us, — -let us lead the way for these
our dearest friends. (To D. DIEGO.) — Sir, with
your consent, this three-fold union shall to-night
proclaim Love's Victory !

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