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

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 siguifies 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 borse! 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 sedun 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 Go

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! ( 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, 1, and me, I am in future to say we and us. We will sup with you! and you


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 oure selves. 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. Mess. Your Lordship knows the orders issued by his highness the Duke could not be dispensed with.

San. Well, a truce with this talking-let 'em come, and with as short a ceremony as possible. [Exit-Mess. bowing off.] I'd almost exchange my goverument for a good dinner. Oh! here they come at last. [Enter Magistrates and others in great form, Recorder with a paper.] Upon my word the corporation of Barataria has a most citizen-like appearance. What a fine fat figure of an alderman that is yonder; he has turtle and venison and calf's-head in his countenance. Why what's all this! The corporation's as mute as a drove of oxen;-I suppose they wait for me to break the ice; here goes then; neck or nothing; like a true courtier I'll tip them tlummery, though I wish them up to their necks in a horse-pond. Well, my worthy, honest, good friends, how do you all do ? Have you any thing to say to me?

Recorder (reads the speech.) Most high and mighty Don Sancho, descended from that most ancient and revered stock, the Pança's of La Mancha, a family not more distinguished for the antiquity of its origin, than for the illustrious characters with which it has adorned the world;—for more than three hundred years your ancestors have been leaders of armies, and counsellors to princes.

San. Hold, hold, friend ;-Many words fill not a bushel; Tell truth and shame thedevil ;-A liur should have a good memory; and, to my certain knowledge, either you or I am terribly mistaken. What my family was three hundred years ago, is neither here nor there; but I can assure you not one of them, who came within my knowledge, ever led any armies, except it was an army of turkies and geese, which I my-self, indeed, have valiantly drove to market; then, as to counselling princes, I never saw one in my life except the Duke, your Lord and mine, who has made me a Governor; so now. go on; but, if you possibly can, avoid fibbing.

Rec. In you, my Lord, shine all the noble qualities of your illustrious name-sake and near relation, Don Sancho, of Arragon, who gallantly slew, with his own hand, seven and forty Moors in one battle, and routed an army of half a million.

San. You have told me seven and forty lies already; and, if I was to suffer you to proceed, I foresee you'd tell me half a million. The noble qualities of my near relation shine in me! Whatever shines in me, I know here is a great deal of something shines in you to tell me such stories.

Rec. You yourself are, my Lord,

San. As hungry as a hunter; therefore, Mr. Recorder, put up your long speech ;-and after dinner I'll put on my night-cap, and hear you go over the whole of it again with composure.

Rec. There are yet further ceremonies to be observed before you enter into office.

San. How many stumbling blocks are in the road to preferment! 'tis besieging a town to get into place.

Rec. First, we present you with the keys of the town.

San. Well, then, I remember my master bid me return them; so there they are again. Don't think you have got a Governor.who means to keep you under lock and key, like so many pigs in a pound. Giving me the keys of your town is as much as to say, you commit your rights and liberties to my charge; and I return them, to tell you that I do not mean to abuse the trust. And, now, my honest friend, let us go to dinner.

Rec. We first solicit your excellency's gracious answer.
San. My answer! to what question ?

Rec. We mean your Lordship's answer to our dutiful and loyal Address. It is usual for the Governor, on these occasions, to express his approbation of our attachment and loyalty to him in a speech, and promise, at the same time, to take every step within the compass of his abilities conducive to our interest and welfare.

Sun. I understand you; that is, You scratch my back, and I'll cluw your elbow. What signifies making fine promises before hand; 'tis very easy to make them to get into place, and easier still to break them when secure in the saddle: no, no; on both sides, the proof of the pudding shall be in the eating of it. I'll approve of your loyalty if I like the entertainment you have pro

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