eating, the greatest. I wonder who it was that first invented this same sleep; 'tis a rare thing, it covers a man all over like a cloak.

Don Quix. This is all the advice I shall deliver to you at present; if thou takest care to let me hear from thee, hereafter I shall give thee more.

Sancho. I see very well that all you have told me is mighty good, and pat to the purpose; but what am I the better if I can't keep it in my head ;-by to-morrow I shall no more remember all this than the shape of last year's clouds; therefore, pray let me have it in black and white; for though I can't read, I'll get one of my people to hammer it into my noddle; and, as for the disgrace of not writing, I can pretend my hand is lame, and so get my secretary to sign for me; for There's a remedy for every thing but death.

Don Quix. I now shall leave you, Sancho.-I have done my duty in giving thee good and wholesome advice; if thou dost not do the part of a good governor, thine will be the fault, though the shame and discredit will be mine. His Highness has sent for your wife and daughter Mary; prepare yourself to meet them, and wait at the town's end the arrival of your people.-Adieu!

San. Good bye, Sir.-I can but thank ye.-You have given me a huge deal of good counsel, if I have but the grace to follow it;-but come, Many ventures make a full freight;-The cudgel that bruises is the thing that contuzes;-Whether the pitcher hits the stone, or the stone the pitcher, 'tis hard for one of them.-I'll be very complaisant in the beginning, but hold to the end, say I. The cowl does not make the friar,* nor the gown a governor: So, Sir, wishing you soon to be an emperor, we take our leave, to feast and give our islanders a play-day, and meet our spouse, who now must be a lady. [Exeunt severally.

* From the Latin proverb, Cucullus non facit Monachum.

SCENE III. A rural View.

Enter TERESA and MARY.

Teresa. Come along, Mary; chear thy good heart, child; and since thy father is got to be governor at last, we must learn to be great folks. Remember we are to take the right hand of all the court-ladies. Sancho has sent word that he has made you a Countess.

Mary. O delightsome! a Countess! mother; I'm ready to jump out of my skin;-a Countess! And, so, won't we ride in our coach?

Teresa. Our coach and six, child.

Mary. Then, I say, mother, I'll work our coachman; I'll have riding about enough!

Teresa. Your father is made a governor, and we are made ladies of course.

Mary. And of course, I suppose, I'm to have a waiting maid.

Teresa. Yes, child, and a footman into the bargain. Mary. A footman! dear heart, that puts me in mind of my dream. I dreamt last night I was bedizen'd out at such a rate, and looking in a glass; then behind me stood a fine, tall, proper, handsome fellow of a footman: his head as white as snow; a huge lace frill to his shirt, and ruffles down to his knuckles;* it would have done your heart good to have seen them.-Who's this I wonder? [They stand aside.

Enter MANuel.

Manuel. Proteus himself has not assumed a greater variety of shapes than Manuel, to please the humour of the Duke. Here must I wait the arrival of Sancho's sweet spouse, Teresa, and buxom Mary, his daughter, to usher them in state to Barataria. Eh! Why, [approaching with his hat off] if I am not mistaken, you are, ladies

This appears to be the dress of an English footman at the time when this Farce was brought out, rather than that of a Spanish servant at the era of Don Quixote.

Mary. [interrupting him.] No, indeed, Sir, you are not mistaken; we are ladies; my father's a governor, and his wife a governor's lady, and his daughter

Teresa. Will the wench's tongue never stop? Sir, as you are a gentleman, who has all the appearance of a real gentleman, we would be for ever oblig'd to youno offence we hope, Sir,-if you'd tell us in what street the governor's house is?

Man. In what street! In what square, madam, you should have demanded, does the governor's palace stand? But, if I am not deceived in your appearance, noble lady, I even now speak to great Don Sancho's

consort.

Mary. His consort! Not you, indeed-you speak to his lawful wife in wedlock. But, come, as you are so good at guessing-guess again-who am I?

Man. Oh! sweet young lady, how your vivacity charms me! There is something so peculiarly your own in every thing you say or do, 'tis impossible I can mistake you; you are the all-accomplished lady Mary, your father and your mother's daughter.

Mary. Well, and if he has'nt hit it! Now who'd have thought this fellow would have known I was my father and mother's daughter. But, tell me, young man,

Teresa, [aside to Mary.] Young man! for shame, Mary, this by his appearance must certainly be the Duke.

Mary. The Duke!

Man. You do me too much honour, great lady, in that suppostion; I am only in the service of the Duke.

Mary. Well, now, mother, what do you say to that? I knew he was a servant by his keeping his hat in his hand all this while; what signifies his long sword and his laced cloaths; why, I am told the very turnspits at court ride in their coaches.

Teresa. I suppose, young man, as you are a servant, you can't be less than the Duke's butler.

Manuel. No, madam, I'm Master of Don Sancho's horse.

Mary. Master of Don Sancho's horse! This is the

first time I knew every man wasn't master of his own horse.

Manuel. I have all the Governor's house-hold cavalry entrusted to my care.

Teresa. I thought he was a butler.

Mary. And that's right, mother, you are right. But, Mr. Butler, or Mr. Master-of-the-Horse, he he! he! put on your dancing pumps, and let us be jogging, for I long to see my father and poor Dapple. Dear creatures! how glad they'll both be to meet us.

Manuel. Every thing is in readiness, madam, for your departure. [He draws his sword and waves it, when two sedan chairs are brought on.]

Teresa. Down upon your knees, Mary, and ask your life, for this is his most noble royalty the Duke, and he's going to kill us for calling him a butler.

Manuel. I beseech your Excellency to rise; be not alarmed, I only drew my sword as a signal for your guards to approach.

Mary. Our guards! worse and worse, mother; as sure as I stand here, they have hanged up father, and they are going to hang us up after him.

Manuel. Sweet Lady Mary, all your apprehensions are groundless; take your seats in the chairs, and I'll soon conduct you into the presence of the noble Governor. You are to consider that troop of horse yonder only as attendants.

Mary. Only so many footmen on horseback; well then, mother, do you get in first, and I'll sit in your lap. Manuel. No, no, there's a chair apiece for you; this is your's, Lady Mary. [They both get in the chairs. Mary. [looking out of the chair.] Only to think! this is pure! O mother, is not this better than riding in a cart?

Teresa. Yes, child, or in a waggon.

Mary. Charming! Softly, young man, don't bump a body so much. Let mother go first; she's oldest.

[Exeunt in chairs.

SCENE IV. A Plain before the Gates of Barataria.

SANCHO and DAPPLE discovered.

Sancho. Dear heart! how tedious the time passes when a man wants to get into power. I wish my people would come! There is one thing my master gave me charge about I must be very careful not to forget; and that is, instead of the words, I, and me, I am in future to say we and us. We will sup with you! and you shall sup with us!—Methinks, it sounds very big.-But then does not making so much of we look as if I was nobody. It is as much as to say, we great men are no longer ourselves. Well, but we think our corporation of Barataria are not very mannerly to keep us kicking our heels here so long-we have such a craving at our stomach, that we could sit down to dinner with Dapple, and feast upon thistles. Poor fellow! [patting Dapple's head] he too looks as hungry as a judge's clerk at a long trial. Well, if we fast for our subjects now, I will eat most plentiful for myself--I've a great suspicion, we shall never forget I when eating is the word. Oh! here come the welcome messengers of luck.

Enter MESSENGER.

Mess. Long live the noble Don Sancho, Governor and Protector of the city and island of Barataria.

Sancho. Long life and short commons I think it is, friend; but we'll all live as long as we can, and the longest liver take all. Now what's your business with Don Sancho, Governor, Protector, and all that?

Mess. The magistrates, and chief men of your city, approach to receive your Lordship, and humbly intreat to know, if it be your Lordship's serene pleasure that they should have the honour of throwing themselves at your Lordship's feet?

San. Why, then, let them know that it is my serene pleasure they do so; and tell them also, that if they had opened their gates to me an hour ago, I should have had a serene appetite as well as a serene pleasure at seeing them.