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ARGUMENT 
 
 The scene is laid in the little village of St. Brieux, in 
 Brittany, during the First Consulate (cir. 1800). To this 
 spot Charles Duval, a young Englishman, has been sent 
 over by his uncle, who is concerned in the endeavor to place 
 the Comte de Provence, then a refuge in England, upon 
 the throne of France. Here he meets the Coratess^ de 
 Beaudry, a Royalist, who has come to the village dingqised 
 ns the Widow Barrle, a Parisian dressmaker, being r^lly 
 his own cousin and boyish love, who. several years before, 
 had made a clandestine match with a Frenchman, andl had 
 consequently , been severed from her family. To her he con- ' 
 fides certain papers entrusted to him for that purpose, though 
 without recognizing her. 
 
 The Comtesse, taking advantage of the pasflCon with which 
 her charms have inspired the Mayor^of St, Brieux, an 
 elderly gallant; makes him the unwilling metiium of com- 
 nmnictttion between herself and the Royalist patty in Paris. 
 Having, however, incurred his animosity by rejecting his 
 addresses, she, with Duval, is placed under suspiciod of 
 __4nga conspirator, and is in danger of arrest. She cleverly 
 eleaKlKedifficuUx by placing his proposal to herself in a 
 ridiculous light, at the Bame. tinie threatening to reveal his 
 foolish complicity in her plot. "^This appeal to his vanity 
 and fears is successful, and she becomes mistress of the situa- 
 tion, la the danger of the moment she has confided to 
 Duval her relationship to himself ; and his love lof her 
 which has remained constant, bears promise of reward. 
 
 There is a slight underplot, turning upon the jealousy of 
 a blacksmith's apprentice, Pierre, and the coquetry of the 
 village belle, Marie, niece of't^e blacksmith; both are, 
 however, happily removed before t^p end of the play. 
 
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 Thi Opera (in one Act) under the title of ' 
 was written and composed for Her Lxcelie 
 
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 produced there in February. ,875, It has sJn.c theafocn re-drrpnged 
 and extended into two acts, and i, now co|.yriRhted and printed for 
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 T/i< Afaire f/St. JJrifux,'* 
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 DRAMATIS PERSONiE. 
 
 THE ^r A YOU OF ST. BRTEUX. 
 
 CHARLES DV'VAL. nil Engli.-*hmnii. 
 
 MONSIEUR BOr I LLET/a DlaoksiuitU. 
 
 PIERRE, au Approuti-o. 
 
 COMTESSE DE BEAUDRY, a Royal Ut, dwguUcd as 
 
 ^ladanie Barrie, Dressmaker. - 
 
 MARIE, Nicco of ^iQuVieur Bouillet. . 
 POMPON, Secret Agout of the Police. . . 
 
 GcDdarines, Peasants, Blacksmiths, etc. 
 
 TUeeccmuhiidia tl^i Uttle Breton VUlnge of St. Bncux, 
 Costumes ia the tim: tf the Conmlate, cir. 1800. 
 
 PROPERTIES. 
 
 An artiflt'B «asel, palette and mahl-stick ; a wreath and two gar- 
 lands ofroa^fl; two bottles of wine, long French bread, aandwidieii, 
 plates and glasaea, table-cloth, on tray; an anvil and two heavy 
 haminer!j;aportinanteautilicKlwith the following articles: a couple 
 of coats and some linen j a portrait ; an empty bottle ; a cork ; a pis- 
 tiil; l)r'Hh and comI»; box of pUh; a tooth-brush; bundle of papers; 
 a pip«; a s-uhII |ic.iire of a horse; a pair of ^purs and whip; a ladv's 
 slipper; foine hair in a brown paper parcel ; a book ; aciscar-case.with 
 cigars; band-box for blacksmith; band-boxps and fashion books for 
 cliorurt; another bundle of paper" ; proclamation for Mayor; three 
 letters; two red resetted forbad. B. 
 
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 "TSact 
 
 Etitqrcdaccordin^t^Actof Crfogre^, In tho yfliAr 1879, by 
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 MAYOR OF ST. BRIEUX. 
 
 K E. Small table, H. \H E. The Blark>mUh uU'h hit 
 apprenticfji working at anvil m forge, L. Villagen at back 
 and round Jorrje. Lighh up. All charadfrn on stage except 
 the Mayor, Mad. Barrie, Marie c^nd Duval, Choru$ a$ 
 
 Curtain riies. • . 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Work, brothers, work, while the ruddy atoms vield ; 
 AVork, brothers, work, tlio heavy hammers wield. 
 Now is the moment whentho vi<^tory must be won, 
 Work, brothers, workJpJT'the labor will be done. 
 
 RECITATIVR' ' 
 
 Blacksmith. 
 
 Hear the bellows creak and cry 
 . To the sparks that quiet lie 
 In the forffe fire, dim and low, . 
 '*^-^; Waiting idly in the glow. 
 
 Offl away! away! away I 
 
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 See, like boys let out to play ^ 
 
 • On some summer holiday, . ' 
 
 Out they leap towards the skie^, / 
 
 . Springing through the chlmuey high, . 
 
 With a roar of wild desire ; 
 
 Lnaping^highcr, higher, higher, 
 . Till the iron, in its Dcd, 
 
 Wakes to life of glowing red. 
 
 ^w the work, beneath our blows 
 
 Shaped and fashioned, ever grows. 
 
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 Btrike. brothen., .tr.kc 1 t» " " "^^ ^^^ ,„„,t »k, won. 
 
 Kow U th« r "*'\''L T aid «ur YZr will be duuc. 
 Biriko. brothcM, utriko I aud our mou 
 
 the birthday ot the M»r "^^i^;- ^i u- Up U. I ^^ "'"^ 
 
 t.Mlay. If it .'^ » ^.1S„! I'u'U ftud » drink ot wmo 
 whon you're tmul ot dunc.n^ y u i ^,^,^^^ ;, 
 
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 [PoTOpon, B» A. O. r.j 
 
 I am a Becrct a^nt of Police. 
 
 An agent of PoUw^m 1. 
 
 ' r,n fond of my name, - 
 
 And proud of the innie 
 
 Of Pompo°» **^*^ ■^?'^?^^ ' 
 To key-holei often do I creep. « 
 
 In private letters peep, ^ 
 AnknotaBecretcanjheykeep 
 
 From Pompon, the Becret spy 
 I'm Pompon, the secret spy, 
 By nuture taught to pry ; 
 All secrets can I ppy. % 
 For ttu agent of Police am I. 
 
 • The 8mib9rveBuflferea,andthe Wows; 
 mpmvtes on my wretched nose. 
 AtteKs from unfpendly foes. ^ 
 
 And many otlier woes. . 
 
 But I am a secret agent, etc., etc. 
 
 Pompom, (^^^^t of the police.^ 
 oHheloto!! am the ^cret agent. 
 AsecreUgentof tl^l^^ 
 
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 get ria <>f th». habit of .o'^iing. I .houl.l b« • iur«u«l .itJ 
 
 vSo Al ! hew ccmio Mario ainl Ymx.. Sillu.g and 
 «^riik« a pair of-rnu.. I will rHire ancl o»-erv«. 
 
 I ch(i^lU«r«l aucl n» lor Mon-iur Duval. th« .trango 
 FuaSin.aii y.ni call him. he dauc« inleiiciully : ju.t lor 
 Si tilo wTria lik" Punchrncllo. I c«uld duhcjc oil day w.th 
 Lira ; and I will, too. if you t«M« rao-thcre I . _ 
 
 PiKRRE. But, Mario, como uow. (Cooxmy'y.; 
 
 f^KRR'i.^Trui'Uow. thi* Monsieur Duval I no one 
 knlrXo he ilf. or whit ho i-, or what he i. afUr^uo 
 
 goo<l, I'll he boumL 
 Marie. Ho'm an artist . . , ' .. , 
 
 Pierre. You're a woman. Now. /^behove he « plotting 
 <with these ChoUan»: he'a » »py, • cOta-piratort Artin^^^ 
 rmlSed I Why he's Ua hnl/n^ these three weelcs nastf^ 
 I" r;Lr unci, and he ha.s nJit Jfono a picture bigger Un ^ 
 . r ppade yeu He'* maaagetl to tuia all your -illy htUe 
 
 """"U^^irty head I. not .illy. .ir. You used la say It 
 WQB • very pretty little head once. (^Preiendi^p to try. ) 
 
 "lERRl^TheVe, now. don't cry; Marie, ft t, » very 
 pretty litde head, and I dpn't like to see it on this English- 
 KJ shoulder. There I Duu't dance with him. Mane. 
 
 ^mlM^nvMei^a^.) OhI .o«;lon'twi.hit m^^^ 
 certainly is an excellent r«a^n. Vou're jealous, that s w hat 
 ^,u aii I hatU jealousy. Remember, sir, we are ijot 
 J.arrfed'yet Kofail not likely to be I There's many a slip 
 'twixt tho cup and the lip. 
 
 QUARREL DUtl. 
 [Marie and Pierre.] 
 
 jr. 4^' ;nxt the cup and the lip 
 There4s many a slip. 
 
 Ab many a lover has found. 
 
 p. There's a proverb as good. 
 
 If it's well undarstood. 
 
 "Twixt two stools you fall tp the 
 
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 .4/. - Two string to niY bow „ 
 
 I choose, sir, to show. • 
 
 111 lixct, I thiiik that is too few* 
 
 ^ P.; In love, miss, you're told 
 
 * To be off Avith the old, 
 
 / Before you ai'o on with the new. 
 
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 M. Your wish, then, ni obey, sir, 
 
 {Courteaying) And bid you nqjv good- day, sir, 
 I've nothing more to say, sir. 
 Good-day, good-day, good-day. 
 
 - {Going off.) 
 
 P. Oh, very well, then, go, miss, 
 
 Be off to your new beau, miss, 
 . 1 Since you will havfe it so, miss. • 
 
 • X -_' Good-day, good-day, goocPday. 
 :- {Exit PierreiR.) 
 
 Marie. Poor Pierre ! I do really love him; but one 
 mav as well have some fun before iimrriage, one gets so 
 little after. M. . Du val a conspirator iucleed ! ( ^a ughs. ) 
 Ah, Pierre, lad, if you only- knew who are conspirators 
 here you would be rather astonished. You might treat 
 ^*' silly little heads " with jnore respect, perhaps ! 
 
 {Enter i>uvalf L. U. E.) . 
 
 „ DuvAt. Ah, my pretty Marie, what have you been doing 
 to poor Pierre? I passed him just now, and ho looked ad 
 black as^ ten thunder storms. 
 
 . Marie. Nothing. We were only playing at Proverbs.>" 
 II3 doesn't want me to dance with you at the fete to-dav. 
 
 Duval. Not dance! ludewlyoushall, though, if Pierre 
 pacs iiitoa straight waistcoat on the spot. But I say, 
 Marie, I want you to do something fpr me. 
 
 Marie. WJn? 
 
 DcvAi;..- Hd^ve your uncle's black mare saddled, and 
 send some one out to see if there are any news of that big 
 race I told you about over in England. 
 . «]\[ari&. And you are going to give me a thousand francs 
 if vour horse wins? 
 
 DirvAL. Yes. I will, too. ' 
 
 . Marie. I'll po and send some one off directly. A thou- 
 sand francs I Wliat funj Won't I tease Pierre I 
 
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 Marie. If I had a thousand francs to spend; 
 
 What I'un I would have till I got to the end. 
 (Meditatively) I'd buy — I'd buy — I'd buy — 
 Duval. UTiat would you buy? What' would you buy, 
 
 Funnjr little maiden Marie? 
 
 ,^_ rd buy— I'd buy— I'd btiy— 
 
 What would you buy, you fairy? 
 
 I^ I you ) fS^ * thousand francs to spend, 
 
 I'd buy— I'd buy— I'd buy— 
 What would yoii buy ? What would you buy ? 
 
 I'd buy— rd buy— I'd buy— 
 A new^air of shoes with a pink rosette, 
 
 And uHboddice of blue with silver laces. 
 And a bran new doll for little Babette, 
 
 And I'd take you all to see the races. 
 She'd take us all to see the races. ^ 
 
 rd buy— I'd buy— I'd buy— . ; V : 
 
 Kuby ribbons and an apron new, , . 
 
 Ancf^ fine white caps in the latest fashion ; * 
 Chocolate creams and ices, too-^ 
 
 Fc^r chocolate creams I have a passion. 
 For chocolate creams she has a pastdou. 
 
 I'd buy— I'd buy— I'd buy— 
 Your thousand francs would gallop away ; 
 
 Gold in maiden's hands ne'er tarried. 
 I'd put some by for a rainy day, 
 
 When Pierre and I may peihaps be married. 
 
 Marie. 
 
 DUVAI* 
 
 Both. 
 
 Marie. 
 Duval. 
 Marie. 
 
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 Marie. 
 
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 Marie. 
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 Oh, if I ^j® j had a thousand fi-ancs to spend, 
 
 Whiten I ^J*' } would havetill | '{^] got to the end. 
 / {i^^it Marie, L. V. E:} 
 
 ^ Duval. (Coming front, takes a smell hetting-booh from 
 h's jwcLet.) 12, 18, 26, h'm. 1 and 1 i^ 2. tes, that's a 
 cool 2,000 I stand to win this Derby if only the Count can 
 go the pace. (He takes a letter from his pocket; another, 
 drops on. to thet ground; reads.) "Honored Sir— The 
 Count is all right. It will be a tough things but he's bound 
 to beat. Bony ean't stay. Yours respectfully, Bendigo 
 Bro\xn." Short but sweet, Bendigo Brown! I wouldn't 
 
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 mi^rakc. If Bonv doesn't founder, I slmll. (-Sec* the letter 
 oa the ground.) :Hu11o! there's that letter I have to gn-o 
 to '♦mdarae Barric, Dressmaker" (tunia it qver curiously 
 m his hand^). whoever she may be. Well, it a none of my 
 business. Uncle sends me over here ; pays alUxp9n8C8.^ ^o 
 questions asked. But it is odd. The mysterious madame 
 Sas to say to me, " Silk is rising." Then I hand my letter 
 to the mvstcrious madame, and exit Duval. Well, 1 wisH 
 gi!k would rise soon, and then hey for England once morq. 
 I hate this France. It always reminds mo of Cousin Mary 
 and our ol4 boating days before that confounded Frendi- 
 man ran away with h-r. I think she cared for me a little 
 then. I know I loved her. Hcighol that s ten years ago ; 
 ton years without a word from her; she must be dead ; at 
 - any rate she's dead to' me. i . 
 
 ------------".— -:-^~-^ BALLAD.— -■-^-:^- .: ■ '-^--^ 
 
 [Duval.] * 
 WHITE AND HXK. 
 
 Floating down the river slow, 
 Ko one by, none to spy, . 
 
 We together boating go. 
 Dainty Cousin May and I. 
 
 All my sense bewilder'd, flies. 
 Cousin May, the little fay, 
 
 With hc^roguish hazel eyes. 
 Laughs at what I say. 
 
 And the sun comes shining down 
 Oil the fair, soft golden hair, 
 
 Sun shade pink ana muslin gown, 
 Fairy Mary sitting there. 
 
 "Shining sun and wanton wind. 
 
 Ever stay so all the day, 
 liCaving me would be unkind, 
 Happy me 1"— I say. 
 
 i5ut she only blushing cries, 
 "Charley fiol" (Charley's I.) 
 
 And to catch the rushes tries, 
 Jis the boat drifts slowly by, 
 
 
-a 
 
 1 
 
 V Keating ott my oars I think, 
 Do you kuow i love you 80? 
 Do you love me, white and pink t 
 la it yea— or no ? 
 
 (Cfoea vp the stage and aits at easel, R, C, Enter fJ^e 
 Mayor and Blaeksmithf the Mayor with Ms hands full of 
 
 papers.) ■ _ . . _ .. 
 
 Mayor. News? Yes, indeed, my dear Monsieur Bouil- 
 let. Great nviws ; niost important news ; biit you would not / 
 understand if I were to tell you. You're a very good, 
 honest sort of a fellow; Bouillet, a capital blacksmith, but .^ 
 you can't be expected fo comprehend state matters. Come 
 now, for oncej-flhali I try to explain to you ? 
 
 Llacksmith. WvU, I don't know. I'm a thick-h€^aded 
 Bort of a mail, but I mi^ht take it i^ G.o on. 
 
 Mayor. Well, well, look here. This Count de Provence, 
 who escaped over to England in the big troubles, is trying, 
 with hia tirienda in France, to. upset Bonaparte and take the 
 
 throne. 
 
 Blacksmith. Upset tlie little corporall Nothel 
 
 Mayor. Well, he is trying; ancl,what*8 more, tryiog 
 hore in Brittany^-here in St. Bricux — ^here, where I am - 
 the Mayor I These dispatches tell me that there are people 
 in this very place who are in regular cpmmunicatioa wit^ 
 Paris, and they can't find oiit how it's done. Listed! il ^ 
 have orders to arrest and search all suspicious characters. 
 \LooUs v-p C^ and nods significantly.) 
 
 Blacksmith. Why you dou't say that he-^—(ifoy(^ 
 nods again.) Bless me, I should never have thought it 1 
 
 AIayor. Very likely hot, my dear Bouillet ; that's just 
 the difference between us. It's my business to thmk. 
 {Whispering) We must search his baggage to^Jay. I 
 warrant we shall find something beside nightcaps. I never 
 liked the fellow. 
 
 Blacksmith. I did. ; 
 
 Mayor. You ! but then you're not so accustomed to plots 
 
 asXam. ^ ):-- 
 
 PLOT TRIO. / 
 
 pllacksmith, Duval and the MayorJ ^ 
 
 MAYORi - HereaplotI 
 
 f„ There a ploti 
 " Whatever is the reason! 
 
 " riibeBhot ::■''- 
 
 ■ If they^re not ^ 
 
 Always hatching treason. 
 
i t 
 
 ■ 10 . \:- 
 
 ■ - ' ' -•■■■■ N, 
 
 It's absurd, 
 
 But, 'pou my Word,' 
 It's mor^ thaii I can bear, sir. 
 
 If you go, 
 
 Down below, , 
 
 *Tisn't hotter there, sir. 
 
 .■\ 
 
 {Takes Blachinith's'aiinnervQVsly.) 
 
 (Spoken^) I do assure you that-what with guns, swords 
 ftnd gendarmes, pickpockets, plots and stray pigs, mandates, 
 edicts and proclamations, lost children, organ-grinders, 
 mobs and mad Englishmen, - V 
 
 (Sings.'). Why I'd rather be d monkey than a ]Mayor, sir. 
 
 Here a spy, 
 Th^reaspy, 
 » » Plotting, sir, and schemiiig, 
 
 7 7 "^ Kightandday, : ^ : 
 
 P'raps you'll say t* 
 
 '^ Surely i am dreaming : 
 
 You mistake, 
 I'm awake. 
 Oh, you needn' 
 Listen now, 
 This ishow. 
 This if how I fare,, sir. 
 
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 (Spoken.) For breakfast they give me a little plot well 
 peppered ; for dinner, a brace" of conspiracies, served a U 
 maitre d'armes ; with a fine big rebellion, devilled, for sup- 
 per, till I dream of blunderbusses and hot water all night 
 long.^ Ah, I do assurer you, my dear Monsieur Bouiikt, 
 for Aw tail is not 60 ba(l as ?rty tale^-rthat 
 
 (Sini/s.) I'd rather be a monkey than a Mayor, sir. 
 BiJVAiu (At back, Q.) <> 
 
 1 wish you would'^go t' - 
 
 Mayor. ■,■:'■/. - >- ■ ,/ ■•:---..-._. 
 
 But I'd have you to know 
 That I'm not at all sluw,^ 
 • I can pick out a spy 
 With aglance of my ey^ 
 .V And take a man in, 
 
 1 From his toos to his chin. 
 
 And follow his nose 
 - ^ ; Wlicrevcr it goes — ' - / 
 
liinaH 
 
 
 Duval. ( Comin<f doivn front.) 
 
 Oh, bother vouf nf^e, 
 * And vour chin and your toes. 
 Just listen to me-— 
 
 ft 
 
 « 
 
 Mayoh. 
 Duval. 
 
 I'm the Mayoi, isir, you ace." 
 
 Ohfiddle-de-deol 
 
 BLACKSMltH. (Apohf^etieafhj.y 
 
 He's the Mayor, sir, you seo I 
 
 Duval. 
 
 Mayqb, 
 
 You keep Up such a chatter, 
 And a clatter, with your patter, 
 And your fussing and yoUr worry. 
 And your hurry and your flurry. 
 As if you really were the great Mogul f 
 
 . ■ ExSESfBLE,/ 
 
 '^ 
 
 i^e words to mc I to me, the IMayor I 
 With-J^age I choke, I tear my hair. 
 
 Duval AND BLAcicwm^ " 
 
 With rage he^cMces, he tears hia Imir I 
 
 (Duval goes up backy and sitiat^eiMel.) 
 
 MAYOft. That's a dangerous fellowS^He's full of plots. 
 I can see it in his eyo ; he's a cpnspirator/^^Che rascal has 
 absolutely no respect for municipal authority. H 
 must be searched I'll go and see about it. (E 
 
 A 
 
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 ( 
 
 ibaggag 
 
 Blacksmith. Well, who would havb thought it ! ^^. 
 a good-natured young fellow, too. D jar me, dear nvj I 
 what a worldl I must go and have a glass of wine to hold 
 myself together. (KcU into house.) 
 ^ Duval. {Athich, still painting.) Whatapepper*potit 
 is. AVeH I mu^tu't be ungrateful to my one amusement iu 
 this miserable hole, though he is such a pompous little 
 wretch. {Hums to himself) " With rapja I choke, I tear m^ 
 hair." > (Ente»3fadame Jbarrie, L. She cornea doum, Duval 
 Mill goes on singing. At last she bursts out laughing. Du- 
 r I starts up.) A thousand pardons, madame^ I'm sure: 
 I didn't l:now I had au audience. 
 
 JI^Iad. B. Ic's mv liiult, monsieur. The audience should 
 not have laughed. (-Asicfc.) My messenger! Poor 
 Charley 1 ^ Fortunately hd does not remember mc. {Aloud.) 
 Monsieur is an artist, I presume^ 
 
•kAi 
 
 — — — '■— 
 
 Duval. No, madamo, no, ( Aside.) My drewraakw 
 for a guinea I I'll give her a chance.' (Aloud and with 
 tmphwis.) The fact la that I'm a kind of silk merchant ; 
 I'm traveling in silk. « 
 
 Mad. B. Indeed I I am very mu^ch interested m silk 
 
 myself. 
 
 Duval. {Aside.) I thought »o, {Alov4,) My undo w 
 in the silk business in England. 
 
 Mad. B.- {Markedly.) I hear it said that in England 
 
 aUk ia rising. , nr 
 
 Dvvxh. S. Aside.) My dressmaker I {Aloud.) Ma- 
 dame, I perfectly understand. I have the honor to place 
 this letter from my uncle in your' own fair hands. {Gives 
 letter f as she takes it he attempts to kiss her hand: she with- 
 draws it hastily with an angry glance, and go% up back, 
 reading leUer.) ^-^ ^ - ^ V i^ 
 
 DuvAii. H'm, well, for 9- dre&mlaker, I must say that s 
 a charming creature; looks like a queen, and talka liko a 
 duchess, has the voice of a siren, ana the hand of an angel, 
 and a foot like a fairy, and, and— Oh, hang mo if I'm not 
 in love at first sight! Odd though I I've seen her some- 
 where before. I know that voice as well as my own. 
 Where? I must have a talk with this mysterious dress- 
 maker. Madame? 
 
 Mad. B. Monsieur! 
 
 Dl^al. (Tries to put his ami around her vKiist.) Shall 
 I help you to read your letter? 
 
 Mai). B. Thanks, no. I can read very well. I'll read you 
 a sentence to show you. {Reads.) " Though Charley-^" 
 
 Duval. Charley I Does he mean me? 
 
 Mad.,B. Oil, yes, Charley's you! Oh, you need not 
 mind, your Uncle and I arc old friends, 
 
 Duval. Are you? 
 
 Mad. B, {Beads.) "Though Charley does not under- 
 stand our business, he is a gentleman and maybe safely 
 
 trusted to behave as such." 
 
 Duval. I beg a thousand pardons, madame. I was 
 rude. But you are no dressmaker. 
 
 I^Iai). B. Ah, you are not quite recovered yet Come, 
 nev0r mind. > I forgive yOu. I /^ee we shall be friends. 
 No; I am not a dressmaker, but ^ am in tlio same busiucsa 
 as your uncle. 
 
 Duval. SiUc? 
 
 Mad.B. Silk. 
 
 Duval. I, wish I were in the same busiuess.^ (Qoes up 
 
 stage.) '"^- 
 
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 BfAl>/B. Perhapfl you may be before long. (Ande.) - 
 " Good nowa at lost I good nova at last 1 A few mora dam 
 and then^ook put foJr yourself, my good little l^laater Na- 
 poleon Bonaparte!" CKme$ letter and put$ it into her 
 hoMmS) Well now, tell me ;— I haVe been away to Paria 
 on business, you know* 
 
 Duval. Bilk? 
 
 Mad. B. 8ilk, certainly. Hav'n't you foun(| it rather 
 dull here? 
 
 DuYAL. Dull] I've had nothing t6 do but tease that 
 fUssT little Mayor, and flirt with Mane, here. 
 
 BIad. B. Marie 1 Oh, monsieur, Je^kve pretty Marie 
 alone. These simple country daises won't bear transplant- 
 iu]^. She is only a daisy, you knoW, not a rose. 
 
 ::.,... .,^.^:.:.:_.._^„„„. BALLAD.:— ---■■:- — : .-■ --■ ---. :--'^-;-; .--:-- 
 
 [Madame Bame.] 
 
 • ONLY A DAISY. 
 
 ■ . . * , ■■..,., ■ ■ ■ . ■ • • ■ 
 
 ; ^ Only a Daisy, indeed— r /^ * 
 
 Plucked from its stem for the whim of an hour, 
 Cast on the path as a valueless flower. 
 Left there to dlQ as a weed. 
 
 Love and trust reared its head 
 I Up from the fostering lap of the ground, V 
 Into tht bright, happy world it had found, 
 Now, the poof Daisy is dead. 
 
 'Tis but a Daisy hafl died: ^ , 
 
 Strolling down through the Park one day. 
 He, the young Sir, from the Hall, came this way> 
 
 Plucked it, and threw it aside. 
 
 Nay, had it been but a rose, . 
 Delicate, scented, Persixm sweet, 
 Would it have lain so sad at my feet ? 
 
 What is a daisy? whoknOwsfVi ' 
 
 Had he but iust let it lie. 
 Maybe, some diy, there had come to the place 
 One who would care for its innocent grace, _ ^^ 
 
 Take to his heart the " day's eye." . 
 
 {During the song Ditval hdabeen attentively walefiing her.) v 
 
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 MiliUfaAiMUk 
 
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 Duval. Madame, I am convincod I have Been you be- 
 fore. Your voice, wUcu you Biug, briugs back memories to 
 me. Have you ever — ? 
 
 Mad. £i. {Ilurriedh.) Sir, you must be mistaken. 
 I can assure you that Madame Barrie, dressmaker, 
 never had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Charles Duval 'till 
 this morniog. fcjhe is, however, charmed to have that 
 pleasure now. (Makes a low coudenij.) Koav you must go. 
 rce, oil the girls ore dancing on the green, and Wondering 
 where th.ir now beau has hidden himself. They tyill be 
 quite jealous of me. (XaMf^/u/i^r.) 
 
 Duval. I shall see you again soon, then ? 
 
 jMad. B. Yes, vcs. Quite soon enough. Go, go. 
 
 Duval. Good-bye, then, madams, for a whole half 
 hour, or ten minutes. I'll mal;e it five if possible. {Aside.) 
 I'm over head and ears in love with that woman already^ 
 
 .'v . ■ ■ DUET.--' 
 
 Duval. 
 
 [Madame Barrie and Duval.] 
 
 LOVES' MINUTES. > ^ 
 
 Five minutes are, to lovers* eyes, 
 Five wagon loads of bliss or sighs. 
 When Cupid drives the wagon ; 
 "With bli^s for load 'twould r^ly seem 
 The naughty lad whips up his team 
 ' And never puts the drag on. 
 
 ^Iad. B. 
 
 How hard the load of woeful sighs 
 When iate keeps Jack from Jenny's eyes. 
 Poor Jenny thinks full oft, I ween, 
 - Such creeping snails were never seen. 
 
 Eepeat both. With sighs w-hen Cupid fills his w'ain. 
 The wheels stick fast and so remain 
 
 Before j,® \ lady's bower. 
 
 Duval. But by her side they fly so fast, 
 
 Ko sooner here than they fire past; 
 With scarcely time to tell that bliss. 
 By art and nature, rhymes with kiss, 
 REPEivT BOTH. Though Cupid, kind young charioteer, 
 A Has really gone to sleep, the dear,' 
 And stayed perhaps an hour. 
 
 (Exit, L. u. e:) 
 
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 ^-"^A'^^^r'iewar 
 
15 
 
 
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 Mad. B. Ah, ^Faater Charley, you nearly recognized 
 mc, though I nm not much like tfio ('DUMn'Mftrj' of tea 
 years a<^. How hiuul-omo he Inm grown ! I uonder if ho 
 MiH forgotten nio. Well, wo fhall see. Tm my own niia- 
 trc«iuow, at all evcuti. {TaHa Idtcr out and remU it.) 
 Glorious HQ\x9l~(l!eadii.) "All arrnnjicmcnts aro com- 
 plete this time, and beforo long Franco ghull see the fleure 
 f, do lys again wavo in the hreeze. Coniraunicato the inclosed 
 plann to our friends in Paris. Your woman's wit will find a 
 sate way." Safo way, indeed! {L^ivjlihtg.) Yes, the 
 good Mayor of 8t. Brieux little dreams when ho so 
 obligin'dy Ibrwards letters ftom ^'Madi.me Barrio, dresa- 
 maker,' to her sidtcr in Paris hy his own private courier, 
 with the nioiit especial caro that they shall bo delivered be- 
 ; foro anything cK^e, wl.at a service ho is doing us, and what 
 a ridiculous old gooso ho i^. 
 
 {Enter from house, BouiUtt carrying a hand-box, he gives t( 
 
 to ^iadume liurrie.) 
 
 BouLLiET. Here, madame, more work for your pretty 
 fingers. 
 
 AIad. B. More work, eh ! that's right. ? 
 
 BoCiLLjET. Hero's my daughter up the country JSerid* 
 ing back tha last bonnet you made for her: i>he says itVauta 
 Sonio c Iteration i:i th'j lining. % 
 
 Mad. B. Alteration in the lining, eh ; let me sec. 
 
 {Bouillet goes to Jorge, Mad, B. at table, i?., takes a letter out 
 ^^ _ oj bouintt.) 
 
 BouiLLET. Just fancy sending a man on horseback 
 twenty mHcs about an alteration in the lining of a bonnet I 
 
 Mad. B. {Laughing.) Yes, indeed! Now a man 
 would never trouble himself about the lining of a bonnet 
 would he?* 
 
 BouiLLET. Bah! I should think not. 
 
 Mad. B. {Aside, opening letter careJaU-j.) A iLst of our 
 friends! — fifty at Noiisy, thirty at Framboise, two^hundrcd 
 at Crevit^)^— a good list I Now to answer it. 
 
 {Sits at table end preten^Bjtt arrange bo n a e t, but really writes 
 on a slip of paper ^^h she concealMk4he lining.) 
 
 BouiLLEt. (At forge.) Little f«:ol.s little fools! dress 
 and dancing, frills, ibunc« and foolery! Well, welf, it 
 keeps them out of mLsehicf, that's ono thing. 
 
 Mad. B. (lil ling and pntfing borntet back into box) 
 Just so. Keeps them out of mi^ehiefj a.s you say; A woman 
 
 V5!?^ . 
 
MHHIMi 
 
 / 
 
 ^':- 
 
 BOULUEV. 
 
 Mad. B. 
 
 BoriLLET, 
 
 Mad. B. 
 
 16 
 
 (win't plot wltH a howMA, caa iho. Tliero Monsieur Bouillct, 
 I tlilnk your «laii:,W»tcr will unv thnt that's nil ri-^lit now» 
 Th.! liuynf U much improvcU. It wa^ too full. I'vo taken 
 lomo out. 
 
 DUET. 
 
 ( [Madame Barrio and Bouillct] 
 
 Tliia baud-box guard with care. 
 
 i will, madame, with pleasure, 
 IM like to see what's there, 
 
 What is thia precious treasure; 
 One little peep — > » 
 
 ^h, no. 
 (Buns round alaje, she following.) 
 
 Ono peep, I must I S — ' 
 
 You'd better 1 -^ 
 There's nothing there to show, 
 
 Except that precious letter I 
 You men's rough fingers rude, 
 
 Although they'd like to do 80, 
 Must really not intrude 
 
 On ladies' wedding trousseau. 
 
 '-:,^^%. On ladies' wedding trousseau. 
 ■^ 't^, -i . OIad.B., pushes h'un^ off stage, L.y 
 
 Mad. B. Now^whaJ obstipate things men are I J[t takfis 
 a woman to manage them. {Looks offal back.) ffh, hero 
 come all the giria in the village with my latest Paris fash- 
 ions. (Laugh.) I hope they like them. I have had 
 everything trknmed so that our friends can understand 
 how matters are going on. Rose, means "get ready" 
 Blue means " wait.'^ Green is " danger," and white is the 
 fii.^nal to rise. AVe haven't quite come to white yet, but we 
 shall soon. Now I dare say the little fools wonder wliy 
 thnir fathers and brothers are so interested in the color 
 of their dresses and bonnets. {Laughs.) 
 ' {Enter ai back, chorus of girts and women carrying 
 band-boxes. They come down frotit hurriedly. Matie en- 
 ters with them.) 
 Chorus. {Singing as they enter.) 
 
 /\ Madame Barrie ! Madame l^arriol 
 i^Iadame Barrie 1 V ^^^ 
 
 ■ ISIadame Barrie, this is shocking^ ~^ 
 V/c poor gif la you're surely mocking . 
 
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 if55VlT'','8Sl'lW ' ' 
 
17 
 
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 {Open l^aml'boxetf fhow honmU, tlrcMe*, f/c, oil ffUt oJor.) 
 
 8w wimt horriU lonklnf^ djo-'mh 
 You luivo nuulo tor .Suuday ilreHjJCH { 
 Call tliM thinif 11 UmiR't, why 
 Ilonllv I coultl nliu'Ht (TV. 
 VxM fiol fi^! lio! ' ' 
 Fiol fie! fiol fie! . . 
 
 CnonC3. Last time you cauuMvhy Jill WM blue I 
 
 All was bill')! all w;h bluol 
 Don!) t)*, drc"*.-','-*, BtocUiu;;!*, tool 
 . All wjH l)!i!<' ! n'.lwasMuol 
 Mad. B. Tlmt' in tnti' — vt-ry tru(». ^ 
 
 C'uouua. The tiui.-" lK't'i>ro why Jill v.ns grocii ! 
 
 All wai pi-ct'ii! nil was p-eeul - 
 
 Mtulnmo, priiy, what do you moan, 
 Willi your horrid blue ami grttu? 
 ^I.\i>. B. That, my dears*, luu't Vi't he f.'eu. 
 
 , C'iioliU3. Kow you dro:?s us all iu flaim'! 
 
 . * WluU'.-iyourganK'? what's your gome? 
 
 Brunette or hloude, it'rf all the ,-ani j ! ijjgf 
 What's yourgftme? what's your gamcf* 
 It's a Hhamj ! it's a ^haulc! 
 Mad. B. What's n Hhauie? 
 
 (Thcij i)utf>rimrd a girl dre»icd t'.U III vo.*e color.) 
 
 Cnouu3. Now, madamc, you nuist conies.-* 
 
 That is uot a pretty dress 
 , For a lady nor a pca.saut. 
 Mad. B. ( 4'J/V7f.'. ) This is g •ttlni^ far from plrasant. 
 
 {xiloud.) That is qiiito the latest fr.!^hiun, "^ 
 
 I a-'.-uro ymi, it's tho IhshioD, 
 iBo pray, dear, spare }-ourT)a«?ioi^< 
 Dou't be angry, child, Iproy,^^ 
 
 For there's sftrolv no d<?nyin;j 
 If the costume that you're trvin.'? " 
 
 * Doesn't suit your stylo of beauty, 
 
 Why, I've only done my duty, 
 'Tis the fashion of the day. 
 CHonrs. ■ What's that you say ? 
 
 What's that you say ? ,■'■■; .:\;- ^., ■ 
 
 {All produce ^fhshmn plates, and point to them.) 
 
 27i».9 the fashion I I shall faint! 
 Mad. B. — "Well, my (kur.-s, you ought to paint--* 
 
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 • I sionv^ LI ton ! Kotr vo ought to fc.hi{ I 
 
 Vv'iih vcKnlion wo coulJ crjr, 
 FLI flw^l fi.>! fio! 
 Fio! fiol fiol fiol 
 
 ( They daoh their band-bMCi on ihr floor, aitd i.rmple on 
 
 il^m au'jv'Jy, L,i tcr r^ n u / // < fionii* of «io» 
 
 at Lack.' Via- re iiUit'4 uilh them!) 
 
 Cnoni -^ oi' mex. *Th tho blrth-dnj of tho Mnjor, 
 
 01* tho Mayor, Mnyor, Mayor, 
 
 Of tho Mr.yor ; 
 And tho imu^lily littjo digitfl, 
 
 ■■Sft . 
 
 Of our niiffrv littlo nikljjit 
 
 Were never iiu.dvyBath other's eyoa to 
 
 tcnr, tear, tejj||p 
 Were iicvor m^Jo <)|ch other's eyes to 
 tcarl 
 ( Waltz viovciucHf.) So como to the danec, girla, 
 
 C\>m3 to lUo (laaco, girls. 
 Leave nil your r^uarrcla nml wrangle* 
 , nwhilo. V • 
 
 *•• Angry grimaces - ,' 
 
 Bpoil protty faces; ^^ 
 ., ('omo to tho dance,' girls, 
 ■W Au J bring Ui> a bumIo. 
 
 (T^ity all waltz round and off at bark, Maria comes fa 
 Pierre hided behind Jorge.) 
 
 modarac ! What troublo you have, to ho 
 
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 Mai^ieI 
 <uro. **^ 
 
 Mad. B' 
 nothing, it *< 
 crirls arc ou 
 is rather try 
 
 ^Iarie 
 
 Tnouble, child! Oh, that's 
 fit i>luch fun to think that tli:33 
 
 itir h^akllyooniplcxioiis, though. 
 All, when will tho " whit } " come. 
 
 Mad. B^ Soon, child, soon. Now run away — you 
 mustn't be seen talking to rac too much. 
 (^}larie runs off, It.) 
 
 PiERHE. There W sotnething going on between thoso 
 two. What ii it? I must watch. (Ejclt,L.) 
 
 ^Iad. r». Now what troublcsoms things girls are ; it takes 
 men to manage them— .'roractiraa.^. (JJooh off, L.) Ah, 
 there they are, dancing away, as liappy a3 tho day is long. 
 I am so happy, too, this bright glad spring time, I could 
 
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 dance myself. 
 
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 . [Madame Barrie.] 
 
 %riu« tlmo U luTo, BO gfod, so deafi ^ 
 
 Sweet wuuuy scoaoo of youth oiul of lore; 
 
 Flow vii cro«'r l»ri;;lit in iho glad Kunlight ; * 
 1'iUrth u as fair m the ileavcu abov«i 
 
 *Lovo while y<m ran. Bincc lovo Wgan, 
 Spring i« tlie Heaaon to woo and to wod. '9 
 
 Take then your <lay now while you may ; 
 
 Love tiiuo U patit when the fpring time hoMi (lod. 
 
 Summer coon flics, and Auturpn fust dies; 
 
 Spring i*) tha fiouon for pleasure and Uiirth ; 
 Chill ia tlie chetH^lun winter ia nrnr ; 
 
 » 
 
 Cold growd the heart with the colducss of ealAll, 
 
 Yi)Uth, fjiir and gny, will hasten away, , ^ 
 
 Beauty flica ort'ou a wild-bird's wing- £ ' 
 
 Love will not Btay, seize then to-<|ay, ^. 
 
 Ko one can tell what the morrow may bring. 
 
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 {Enter Mayor, JR., followed h'j a Gendarfne.) 
 
 3TATf>n. ( Affectcdlij.) Ah, charming widow Barrie, so. 
 V you have returned to UA nt last to maice the niglitingales 
 ^ \lie of envy, and tantalize our poor bachelor hi^rtalrith 
 
 '** , your charms. - ' . 
 
 Mad. i;. jN^ow, if vou are going to talk nonsense, I sfcall 
 have to run awjay. (PretciuU to tjo o/, L.) 
 
 Mayuu. ( H(Mt!lj. ) Cruel widow ! but pray doh't go («h$ 
 reUirnnt.) 1 fhould hi perfectly content to bo tongue-tied 
 ft}] my life if >t nii;j;ht only look ut you. {She moves away, i., 
 ^fiii^) Ah, stay. (Site itops.) I really couldn't help it, 
 ibb out can liclp pnyiug you complimeiita. {She moves tif 
 
 Mad. B. 1 see I slmll rcnlly have to go. 
 "Mayor, (ioml gracious ! what am I saying! come bajk. 
 I haven't Pcen you lor three months — you know. Bay I Is 
 . there i^nythiug I can do for you in Paris> my courier ia just 
 Btarting. . 
 
 Mad. B. (i4«/(/e.) My postman ! (Aloud.) No, thank 
 
 you, monsieur, I have no commission to-day. Oh, ly 
 
 the way, since you arc so kind, perhaps you wouldn't mind 
 
 sending a little note for my f^istor. Rue Carrabacel, as before. 
 
 ~ ^ It's p'nut a new hoadnlrcaj {laughing — aside) Bd iti(i»a 
 
 — — — — crown 1 — ^ — — — - — ■ ■■ ' ^— — — — 
 
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 Mayoh. Cortaiuly, ceTtaiiily.XIIecomesjotuartf eagerl'f 
 to receiv'j thc\iioie which she holds out; as he appt-oqch^s afie 
 
 ^^LvD. B. Veihap^, after all, it doeso't matter, it is such a,, 
 tiifl", and it >Voulcl bo' troublinj^ you. 
 
 _ Mayor. Vluughinghj.) Troublidff me! (Tikes note.) 
 Hero pu, sirJ see tluit this notq is delivered to :\Xudamo 
 Barrie 3 sLster, Hue Carrabaccl, immediately ou you arrival 
 iu Paris. ( To Madame^.) The ganie little shop as before ? 
 
 Mad. B. Oh, yes, please. Certainly, the same little shop 
 As before. ^Gendarmesrdnten, tikes note, andgoesof, LXJ. E.) 
 
 Mayor. There, my dear widow, that triHing service is 
 done. , 
 
 Mad. B. I as-iJure you, nionsieur, you underrate your 
 goodness. 
 
 Mayor. Kot at all, not at all, sweet widow. (Tahrt her 
 hand.) May I? {He kisses it.) {Aside.) Shall I? ^ Looks 
 af^er.) Iwill! 
 
 GOURTXXO DUET. 
 
 \ [The Mayor and widow Barrie.] 
 j'uii: widow, I — 
 
 fjjtidej Ah, here it cornea ! (^/oMe/.) Goo<M)ye. 
 
 I— ll— in ^ct, that is, you see 1— I — . 
 
 (Asiife.) Dear me, poor soul, he's reallly very shy t 
 
 iMowi) What is it? Anything that I can do? 
 
 Ah, that's just it ! (Languishinghji) Ah, if you 
 only knew! 
 
 Knew what? (Aside.) I do, you dreadful bore! 
 
 (Aside.) JIow handsome she is. what a 
 Ma}X)res3 sho would make I Here goes! 
 (Aloud.) Fair widow— 1. 
 
 AVhy, that is what you said b(^fore!# . ' 
 
 Fair widow Barrie, here upon my knee. (Kneels.) 
 
 Pray don't, you*ll get the cramp, and then you'll 
 -seel. ■■ 
 
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 I loyo you, widow I (Amle.) Thero it U out flat I 
 
 Oh, love I Tlmt's nil? You'll soou get over that. 
 
 Such vouthiUl maladies were best forgot. 
 
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 I kuow I am not still a vouth— 
 
 Ypu'renot! 
 
 Nor handsome as I used to be, not f|uite. 
 
 Upon my word I really think you're right. 
 
 (Iiipiqueatid de^pemtion.) 
 
 Oh, be^tching wido\v; 
 
 See, I never did, oh, 
 
 Never such a woman dltl I see. 
 
 Such a silly Mayor, sir, 
 
 Is, I fjjney, rare,gMr, 
 
 Aaitn^oue that's making love to rac. 
 
 Charming widow Barric, 
 Say that you will marry. 
 Say that you will marry, marry me. 
 
 (CouHsei/inff.) 
 
 Thank?, I'd rather stay, sir, 
 
 As Tarn to-day, sir. 
 
 And would rather, thank you, single be. 
 
 Say yes, yes, yes J • 
 
 Say no, no, no! 
 
 Ah, cruel widow, can yoiV treat me so? 
 Say yes, yes, yes.' 
 
 No, no, no, no! 
 
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 (Exit Madame, B. L.) 
 
 Ma YOB. The Mayor of St iricux refused by a dress- 
 maker! Oh, she cannot mean it/I 'Tisn't possible! There i 
 some mistake. Perhaps she thbught I waa only jokina 
 Perhaps she didn't ! Never miiid, I'll pay you off for th^ 
 my lady! I know ! I'll nretencl that I've had information- 
 that she is concerned in this Rq'yalist plot, and that I ?hall 
 
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mask 
 
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 Lo obliged to have her nrrpstcd and searched, Tliat will 
 hring my lady on her knees. "Spare me!" phe'll say. 
 • xVrrested and searched," I j]ki11 repeat. " Not searched !" 
 •'he will cry, with a sob. Wit is not I that search vou, 
 inadame," I hhall say. " It 13 France, all France." That 
 will frighten her, and then— well, we shall see. Perhaps she 
 won't despise the Mayor of St. Brieux after that, though he 
 is not quite so young as ho was. 
 
 Playor.] 
 
 THE OLDISH MAN. 
 
 Ti^ hard to be an "oldish man" 
 
 Who wants to chango his life; 
 *Ti< hard to hit upon a plan 
 
 To get a pretty wiilv 
 
 Tl)<>joIly days when WG were young, 
 • And rattled round the town, 
 And rode, aad danced, and loved, and sung 
 Were when ih'so hairs were brown. 
 
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 But now they're just a trifle gray, 
 And I've grown brown instead, / 
 
 At i)alls, girls like me brst away, 
 And say I dance like lead. 
 
 "We had no aches. Or pains, or groans, 
 
 Xor indigestion then ; / 
 AVo never know that mc had bones. 
 
 We merry, youngish men. 
 
 But now the belles have' other beaux, 
 
 And other flirts to i'an ; 
 They don't fan me, f >r no one knows 
 
 The wretched, oldish man. 
 
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 I'm just as young as over now; 
 
 And dance, I'm sure I can ; 
 I'm not disposed to make my bow; 
 
 I'm not an oldish man. 
 
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 ^ Milken ridiculous attempts at dancing. The chorus ^ntert 
 0)1 tiptoe Lehind, while the Mayor is practicing his steps in. 
 . front.) 
 
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 aasKS; 
 
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 Clonus, , •< 
 
 'Th tlm Mayor, 
 
 •See how he dances ! 
 AVith Avjmt an air ■ 
 ' ^ Tlie old boy prancos. 
 
 XooU ! look !.* look ! look I . 
 What step3*and spaces ! 
 ' ,, * See! sec! see I gee! 
 
 ■^ What queer grimaces. 
 
 .. ■ . ' 
 
 lie wags his funny head ' 
 
 Like a little ball of lead, 
 As he agitates the tails of his coat. 
 He flouri.<hei« his legs 
 -^^^^ X^^ • 
 
 And he cuts as many capers as a coat 
 - Haflm! ha! hai *' * 
 
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 . - 'Ah, rascals, ah! ■ 
 
 Ila! ha! ha! ha I 
 {Embarras-^ed.) . 
 
 ^ ' I was only — 
 
 (Sarcasiicfj//i/.) 
 
 lie was only— 
 Ha! ha! ha! ha! 
 
 ■ I was only — - ^ 
 
 ■ Tie was only— 
 
 \| Flourishing lii.sk'gs, 
 
 (A I^ilvO a pair of wooden peg?!, " ' 
 
 While he cut as many cajf)ers as.a goat. 
 
 (Mayor fvalks up and flown on^rllj, shaking JiUfiHtandfftfm' 
 ping hU ears.) • 
 
 CURTAIN. 
 
 Mayor. 
 riioRus. 
 
 3lAY0R. 
 X'HORt'S, 
 
 Mayor. 
 Chorus. 
 
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 %//!« (IS Actf, Bj nif/ht. Colored lamps in trees. 
 
 h '■■;_ ■■.-■■■ ■ ■ , 
 
 (Enter Jlarte from house carrying imtj with bread, butter, 
 mndwiches, wine, etc. She places tray on table.) 
 
 ^Iarie. ( To be spoken through music.) What a delicious 
 ilay this has becu, to be suiv! I've dauced four times with 
 Monsieur Duval, and Pierre is a-j jealous and sulky as pos^ 
 wble. Oh, it's charming ! Poor, Icllow I I must make it up 
 or there >rill bo pistols au<l blunderbusses in thecfise. How 
 nice it is to halve pomeboii y to love one so desperately. 
 
 \' 
 
 SoxG— THE PEASANT GIRL. 
 
 A little peasant jtifl nm I, 
 
 A simple villi^^'e maid, no more ; 
 x\.ll day I sin<j without a sigh, 
 
 jN/o troubles puss my cottage door. 
 
 / ■, ■ ■■■■..■ 
 
 For all things liSvn mo, so I sing, * 
 Because my litart is ever gay ; 
 
 I hoar thoVrhid bi ids caroling^ 
 I know I am as glad as they. 
 
 I would not change my simple state, 
 For all the eliarms of life at court ; 
 
 I would not live amongst the great. 
 For all their ^wide, so dearly bought. 
 
 For aU thin 
 
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 gs, etc. 
 
 A little fun, a little dance, , 
 
 A song lo cheer my daily task, 
 V The sunn^ sky of sunny France, 
 
 A little*love is all I ask. 
 
 For all things, etc. 
 •^ ' ' (Exit into house.) 
 
 {Enter, L. U. E, crowd of male peasants only, carrying the 
 Blacksmith on their shoulders. They set him down , front , 
 
 Blacksmith. (Recitative.) Oh, you rascals! You want 
 the wine already, do you. Well, well ! I'll go and see to it, 
 
 (Exit intQ cottage.) 
 
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 ing the 
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 Be to it. 
 
 
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 BURGUXDY WINE! 
 
 Burgundy wrne! Burgundy wine! 
 ijrtve ua a buioper of Burgundy wine I 
 
 Xet youth have its dancea, 
 
 ^QJoy all its chances, 
 But give us the cheeiy old winei 
 
 The women they tease us/ 
 
 There's nothing can please ua • 
 So well as a bumper of wina 
 
 • Burgundy wme! Burgundy-wine! 
 ijive us a bumper of Burgundy wine f 
 
 filed^UhbotUea. They open them and drink.) j' 
 
 BLACKSMira. (Reeitaiive.) Ah! That's nil iviif -«^ 
 fV^^^' Why, there aU' a do^^h^l 7^^ 
 each joUy glass pf that «K)d old stuff-^warrS fuU me^ 
 
 all. Gome, 111 amg you a song, myself. """»» "w, 
 
 chSr"^ ThatV right; go on/^dwe'U fill up th^ 
 
 THE BLACKSMITH'S LIF^ 
 
 . Otheramay talk of their learning and wealth. > 
 
 Of their ancestors, honoiB and rank • 
 
 But Iw me I ^rather have cbmfortknd health. ' 
 Andcontentment, thanown half the bank. 
 
 _ In the village I've many a friend, « ' 
 
 I ve ameal fbrthe poor, and a cu- ifgood cheer 
 ^ And It may be a trifle to lend. «^ ^*»^r 
 
 For a b^cksmith's life is the life for^ine, } 
 Rough and ready, honest and free; 
 
 lltft^^^!^^ '"i*^ ^ ^^^' '''« *J»« l»«n^ of a man. 
 And the dupt's only outside : deny it, who can I 
 
 CHOBU8.--Por a bhicksnuthVli% ote^ 
 
 With battles I've nothing toW 
 And gloirVat best but a batUedor« game, 
 'Hipugh I love the bold " red, white and blue." 
 
 Ai^ If ever a foe should put foot on our Una" 
 And set up the standards of war, 
 
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 vVVVU see if this brawny okl Waclcsmithy han 1, 
 ; Can't show thum the jvuy to the door. ' 
 
 'But a blacksmith's life is the lifefor me; 
 l^s^' Bough and ready, honest and free; 
 
 ■ Though the hand may be black, it's the hand of a man ; 
 
 And the dirt'3 only outside : deny it, who can I 
 > CuoRUs. — But a blacksmith's life, etc. 
 
 Blacksmith, tl^ow, lads, give us another verse of 
 your song, and th^n be off to the dance agaifl^ 
 
 \Clioru» sings second verse of " Barguniiy Winey') - - 
 
 \ , Burgundy wine! Burgundy wine! 
 
 Give us a bumper of liurgundy wine I 
 . What's life but a bubble; 
 
 • ' All trial and trouble I . 
 
 :'- - .■ -. ••••• ■■ Let's fill it with jolly old wine. 
 
 . . Then bring out your bottles ; 
 > Uncork their old throttles, 
 ; . And pour out your Burgundy wine. f 
 
 Burgundy wine! Burgundy wine I 
 Give Us a bumper of Burgundy wine! " " > 
 
 * (27<e refrain is heard dying away as ihe^f go of. Blacksmith 
 comes down.) * . 
 
 Blacksmith. There I now they're gone ! I declare I 
 
 J feel all in a quiver I (Drinks.) J ufet like a piece of soft 
 
 iron. Upset the little corporal, will they! (Drinks, 
 
 becoming slightly affectedi) Here's his jolly good health 1 
 
 , AVell, we'll see! we'll see I 
 
 \Enter Mayor, L.V. E.) 
 
 ' Mayor. Hush! Now's your time. The Englishriian'i 
 dancing away there like a—" 
 Blacksmith. Pea on an anvil — bah! 
 Mayor. Just so. Now let's go and get his baggage, 
 
 the rascal! 
 
 Blacksmith. Yes; let's^ get the rascal's baggage. 
 ^ (Hesitates.) I say— you're sure it's all right Eh? 
 . Mayor . Right? 
 f Biacksmith. We sha'n't be getting ourselves into trou- 
 
 ■■■■:- ble-? .■;■■- ' ■ ■-- ■. 
 
 Mayor. Trouble? 
 
 Blacksmith. Yes. Burglary, bigamy, prigamy, thiev- 
 ing, stealing, you know. 
 
 Mayor. Sir! Am I not the Mayor of St BrieuxT 
 
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 BLACKSMirn., You are. Of course you ar«. " . 
 
 Mayor. {Pdmpouslif.) Then, sir, yuu arc under the 
 protection of the law— tlie protection of t Uq luw. 
 
 y- ""-^^^ X^eutUinto Cottage.) 
 
 (Enter Pierre, L.U:^ ' . m,L :- 
 
 PiERBE. There, miss! You've done it no\T. Ihia is 
 the last time, the very last time, four times she danced 
 vith him, four times, and I asked her not. Oh Mane, 
 Marie f how can you be aa cruel to one who W you so 
 dearly 1 I'll go away, go off to sea, and then perhaps she 
 lirill remember her poor faithful lover. /\ 
 
 BALLAD. 
 {Pierre.] 
 * YOU'LL THINK OF ME. 
 
 Bear love, despite your cruel words, 
 
 I know your heart is true, 
 You cannot help but love me, sWeet, 
 
 Bo dearly I love you. 
 For I am yoars, and you are mine. 
 
 Though aeas may roll between, \ 
 
 And other stars may on me shine ; \ 
 
 You'll tlunk of what has been.^ * 
 
 When I am fiir away, dear, 
 
 Far, far away at sea, ^ 
 
 ."When dark night follo\vs day, dear. 
 
 Ah, then you'll think of me. 
 
 You'll say whate'er his faults may be. 
 
 He ever loved me well. 
 True hearts are worth a woman's smile. 
 The pearl mit-lives its shell. 
 ' And you will call, and I shall come. 
 My darling, back again. 
 To that sweet side, my own sweetheart. 
 Which now I leave in pain. 
 V When I una far away, dear, 
 • Far, far away at sea, - 
 
 ' When dark night follows day, dear. 
 Ah, then you'll think of me. 
 , - ■ ► ■ . ■■ .. ^ ■ 
 
 Yes, I'll go and buy a sack of charcoal and smother my- 
 ^self comfortably. : v r; 
 
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 (During ths laH verae^ Pompon and OendartM* entsr, Ik- 
 U. E. ; at its cloM, he sneezes violently. Fierre exits, IL U, R) 
 
 . SONG AND CHORUa 
 [Pompon and Gendarmes.] 
 " THE GENDARMES." 
 
 'Tis for the people's sake I stra;r, 
 Diiguisod, the Btreejts thro' nightly, 
 ^ That, 80 for myself find out I may 
 If things go on all rightly; 
 
 Known well to all the name I, tear, ./ 
 
 The famti of Pompon's everywhere} T~~ — — 
 Pompon, the spy^— those words secure 
 
 Obedience, swift tmd sure. 
 '■ Yes, ftom me. 
 
 Obedience, swifk and sure. " ' 
 
 Chorus.— 'Tis for the people, etc., etc. , 
 
 Happy title people 'ueath our sway, 
 
 The streets were roaming loightly, V 
 That so, for ourselves, find out we may. 
 
 If thing9 gp on all rightly. 
 
 PofPON. {Coming forward.) Good evening to you, 
 Monsieur ^ttre. {Aa Pierre enters, R. U. E.) 
 
 PiEBR^K)h, that's you, is it. Pompon? 
 
 TouFOi^ Monneut Pompon, at your service. Monsieur 
 "Picne, (Takes out note-book.) (Aside.) Going to buy a sack 
 of charcoal, is he? Now where did he get the mone^r from? 
 (Writes.) (Aloud.) That's a nice, soothing, sentimental 
 ditty of yours. Monsieur Pierre. 
 
 Pierre. (Contemptuousjly:) You think so? (Aside.) 
 Ass! 
 
 POM^OK. 
 4*IERRE. 
 PbMPON. 
 
 (Sneezes.y^^ •, ♦ 
 
 ' (^Pierre goea towards R, enter the Mayor, JBlaeksrhith and 
 '3fariefrom house, parrying JDtuvdFspdtimanteau, which they 
 set dovm^ C.) - 
 
 Blacksmith. HuUoJ Pierrfe, lad, where are you off 
 
 tot- .,■.-: -: ■ ■■■•■. " ■^:><:^- ■• .-'.■•''" ■^-■- 
 Pierre. I? Oh, I was only— ^^ 
 P(»iPON. Oh, Pierre's going into housekeeping ; he waa . 
 
 Yea ; it made meTfeel like hanging myseHl 
 Why don't you go and do it then ? 
 Hang myself! -Very objectionable. I— 
 
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 Monsieur : 
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 ley from? 
 Qtimental 
 
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 3le. I— 
 
 nhith and 
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 g ; he vrioa . 
 
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 off to bu^ya sack of charcool, just now. (}fartt looha'ai 
 Pierre and croiuiee to him, making overturee of reeoneUitUion, 
 vohieh he rejects.) 
 
 Ulacksmith. Well, itay. We're goinff to tinxch. that 
 ; Englishman's baggage while he's away at tne dance. Do . 
 you know,' he is a rank conspirator t Why, we might all 
 nave been murdered in our beds I Puffed out like a lot of 
 sparkal What a monster I 
 
 I'lERRE. {To Marie.) There! I told you sol and yott 
 wouldn't believe me. Now, who waa right ? 
 
 ^Iariv. Oh, you, of course ; men always are. 
 
 PORTMANTEAU QtJARTETTR 
 \ [The Mayor, Pierre, Bouillet and Marie.] 
 
 i\? ' Quick, quick, before he comes back, ' 
 
 _: _1 Quick, quick, open his pack, _ 
 pick the lock or turti the key, 
 We shall see what we shall see, 
 
 , Mayor. Stand back, good people, I'm the Mayor, 
 Of course it's I must see what's there. 
 {Kneele on one hnee before portmanteaUf C, the rut etandtng 
 or kneeling, li, d: L. of him.) .. ^ ^ 
 
 ^ Spoken THROUGH Music. 
 
 Coats, waistcoats, linen, that's all right. 
 
 What's thb? Here'* something tied up tight— 
 
 A lady's portrait, done in chalk. 
 
 An empty bottle, and a cork {SmelU bottle,) 
 
 Contents, hair oil, in all his boots I 
 
 A pistol,*© I thought— he shoots. 
 • A Drush and comb, a box of pilb, 
 
 A toothbrush and a pile of hula, 
 
 A pipe, a picture of a horse, 
 
 A paiP of spurs, and whip, of course, 
 . A lady's slipper, I declare! 
 
 Aud why, what's this? (Opena d large brovm. 
 paperparcel.) 
 
 Some locks of hair! 
 
 A book. Fine books the fellow reads I 
 
 Tobacco and some famous weeds. 
 
 Upon my word a very good cigar. {Puti eigar 
 in hia pocket.) 
 
 At last, here arc his papers. {Pitlla out paeket.) 
 
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 All. At laat, here are his pnpom. 
 
 Mayor, Now then I'll tmiwlttto tlicm for yoii.. 
 
 BLACK«MiTir. Udmimujly.) What a fino/flinff It le. 
 to have an education, to be Hure. Why I cau/eveu rJacl 
 them I ( r/tey «// wAer ro^d the AfuLr.) ^ *" ''^^ 
 
 ril\' !l ^T"^"} / {?**"«'•' •« » T'»^ «>"^ " quite S 
 That 8 he Comte de Proveuco I~" Bony hq^'t a cBimM 3* 
 
 •^Pu'auZr'^ Here's trea^onl ffi"™^^^^ 
 thorcalnan.es. "'^^^Ji XTsMh^^^^ 
 
 a^-p.--Lri^^ 
 
 Marie. /Arrest MonsieUr Duval 1» 
 Mayor. /Of ^course/ Perhaps, thoii^^h. on Becond " 
 thoughts, we had bctteAait. Tllertj are. J, iany Strang. 
 
 ~Sil"lT ^'^^•'"^^ ^ his confeJeS.*^ 
 suspect th^t dressn^ker is m it. too. - (Mme start,.) We'll 
 
 have herysearcheSr Hu.h. don't say a word. Shc'a coul- 
 
 QUARTETTE. 
 
 ^larie, Pien^e, Mayor and Bouillct.] 
 "HUSH." 
 
 Hush I hush! hu?hj hush I 
 _ Don't .siieak go loud. . 
 
 Hush! hum hush! hush I 
 Beware the crowd. 
 Arrested he, 
 It's clear, must be. 
 The secret keep 
 Till bo's asleep, 
 i * AVc'd better g!,, . 
 
 . Cro, go, go, go. - / , 
 
 ^'E. i,heloohoff,L,asHheenten, Pompon sneeze»). 
 St^ k. "l ^^'' "°^ <iear Monsieur Pompon. >ng still in 
 
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 PoMPOX. (CoufMfd.) Yt*. Mmbme, yet. I find thif 
 quiet M|M)t conducivo to—tthein— mwlitatiou. 
 Mad. B. a pot^tl Oh, don't dcuy it, iMonskur Pom- 
 
 poii; I «ee It m y(mr c^c; your Krwx'ftil, tlioughtiUI brow. 
 (.!««/«.) Hog a epy of the pohce. Uhud.) Ah, Mon- 
 M('ur Pomimu, wo \)oot wom»n positively dote ou n<K'tii. 
 Ub ige mo by acrepting thin favor to ^;ear over your ixH'tic 
 Boul. {I iM ronette (o his breast Pompon maket ejcaggeraUd 
 ffeMures of grati/icaiion.) ^ 
 
 Pompon Oh, Madame, this is too great an honor. 
 hUide.) Pompon— 8. A. O. P.I Hole Authority On 
 loetry. (Aloud.) A thousand thankn, Madame, a thou-, 
 i!mj«r-~Oin^a«» vMlentlyj-^coaXQixhd Uui omm of miuel 
 {Lxd, LJiumedltj.) . ^ ^^^ . ^ _^ ^ *'*^ 
 
 Mad. B. (Lauffhing.) Hal ha I There goes another 
 free advertisement for our cause. ( Cornea doivn.) How very 
 oddly the Mayor looked at mo just now. I wonder if he hiu 
 dweovered anvthmg. No. That's impossible. Bt^idea.Iean 
 d>> auvthing I please with him. I think III tell Charley 
 who I am thougli; I might want a friend. Ah. here he 
 cornea. (Enter Duval, It.) Monsieur Duvall 1 want to 
 Odk you a <iuPstion. 
 
 Duval. A dozen, if you will. 
 Mad. B. Would you do me a service ? 
 D0VAL. Certainly. ^ I wbh, though, you would tell ma 
 who ^ you really are. You aronot a dressmaker. Come 
 
 now! ■•,::.]: 
 
 Mad B. Well, you'll promise that you'll never tell any 
 one. {geckona h\m cloee.) I am. {Aaide.) Shall I? 
 A am, sir — 
 
 IXvylh. (Eagerlt/) Yes? 
 
 Mad. ^, I am the Comtesse de Beaudry 
 
 Duval. (Starts.) The Comtessede Beaudry! then vou 
 must be — "^ '' 
 
 Mad. B. Your Cousin Mary. 
 DuYAL. Cousin Maryl Why— 
 
 \^ Mad. B. (Giving him both her Ai'iufftr.) Yes, Your Cousin 
 Mary, who has remembered her Cousin Charley better thuu 
 he her, in spite of ten years. '' 
 
 Duval. Why,MavI you darling! Fancy my not reoo<r. 
 nizing you ^But r Jid, though ! 1 ..ai<l / ha.l .een y<'u 
 before, didn 1 1? (Tnea to embmeeher-xhe evade, him.) 
 
 Mad. B. Gently, gently, Cousin Charley, you mu«t 
 remember that I am no longer the kitten you used to pin y 
 With years ago, but a staid, sober widow. * ■'^ 
 
 Duval. Oh, you are a widow ! Thaukhcavcn for that ! 
 
p»* 
 
 82 
 
 ItxD. B. Ym. My unhappy mnirlwl lif« ended iom* 
 yearn ngo ia ilum te rribU- iluyn of tlio Itevolution. Ah, no 
 Hoiuler vou did not recogniM me I 1 h»ve changed ladly } 
 grown mi ttu<l plain. 
 
 Duval. You're mow ohartnlnff than ever ! 
 
 Mad. B. 11 why I wa« « wadher-womiui aU through 
 the Ueign of Terror. 
 f DuVAii. And a dreMmaker now. 
 
 Mad. B. And the Comuwue de Beaudry af^aln locn; 
 very soon. There are better daya conjiug, meiuitiiue I work 
 
 and wait. ^ , ^ , . , , 
 
 Duval. Tlien you can feel for mo who have loved you 
 
 ■o long, and waited for you nil thene ytam. 
 
 Mad. B. Oh, we are both young yt't. Thw w Btill the 
 
 spring-timfli of our Uvea. Where would your lovo be iu th« 
 
 winter. 
 
 DUET. 
 
 [Madame B. and Duval.] 
 
 THROUGH BUDTIME AND THE SPRING-TIME. 
 
 Through bud-time and the spring-time, 
 Gi& youth and happv ring-time. 
 
 While you and I are young, dear, 
 
 Then lov6 ia sweet : 
 flowera are never fadc<l, . 
 
 lives are never shaded, 
 \ "And heartH are never wrung, dear, 
 ♦ tf When lovers meet. 
 
 But Vhen comes frost and blow-^time. 
 With storm, and sleet, and snow-time, 
 And you and I grow old, dear, 
 And cares come fast ; 
 With neither sun not flowera - -^ — * ^ 
 To cheer these hearts of ours, 
 
 Through winter dark and cold, dtitf,— ' 
 Will your love last? 
 
 DuEtTO. I Y ' f ^^'^^^ comes frost 'and blow-time, ■ ' 
 
 With storm, and sleet, and Bnow-time,i 
 ^^ And you and I grow old, dear, 
 
 And cares come fast; 
 With neither sun nor flowera 
 To cheer these hearts of ours, 
 
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 Tlmm^'h winter «lnrk aii<I cohl, dear,-'- 
 
 iWill your lovo Inat, ) 
 My luvu m\[ liuU ) 
 
 {At the cloM of the Duet a note it thrmm out of the tott^uje 
 windoWf tied to a etone; Uj'alU at their fed, Duval picke 
 Huj).) . . • 
 
 PuTAL. Whftt'n thi«l (Reads.) "Don't ai^iMir to 
 taku any notiw, hut vdu are wat<he<l. Th« Mavor i« ffoing ' 
 to have you and madanio arreatml and M'arcuud. Your 
 (tmui Mttri«." 
 
 Maik U. Searched I (Aaide.) lie's found mo out I (She 
 taket letter from hie hand, goes vp stage a frut paeee, then 
 eoiMM down hurriedly,' dronuing the note. Pompon entim, 
 Mtealthily, L. U. E., and rler,r, R. i\ K., then bulk iru to 
 pick up the letter. I*i* rre gets it, but cannot read it Pom' 
 pon take9 letter, reads it and makee rn'gnu, pointing t& £htvnt 
 and Mad. B , intimating diecovery of a tecret. lierre node 
 io »how comprehension. ExUbotn,Ij. U.K. 
 
 pUVAL. Arrested I Thia nm»j,t bo a ioke. 
 
 Mad. B. No, it'iun't, I know! Iti* ail my fiiult 1 
 have got you into trouble by talking with yuu bo much. 
 
 DvYAL. You! How? . 
 
 Mad. B. Well I nmy as wc\\ tell you everything. Tliat 
 letter )vad from the Conite de Proveuce. 
 
 Duval. And you are? — _^ 
 
 Mad. B. Ilia agent! Oh, you may stare— I am. H 
 
 Duval. You must destroy that letter. 
 
 Mad. B. Hero it u, I Jwut the plana off to Paria long 
 •go ; they're safe. ^: 
 
 Duval. Howf 
 
 Mad. B. Oh, the Maj^or was so obliging. He dis- 
 patehed hia own courier with them. (Laughing.) 
 
 Duval. (Laughing.) laee! womau'a wit against the 
 world ! but give me thati letter. 
 
 Mad.B. What will you do with it? They will see you. 
 
 Duval. I'll eat it 
 
 Mad. B. EatitI 
 
 Duval. Yea, whynot? (Potn/«<()f«&/«.) Everything's* 
 ready. I'll make a sandwich of it. (JSite at table and cuts 
 bread.) . 
 
 Mad. B. How you must have improvod^^sihco I saw you. 
 last Ytju had no taste for letters tlien. • 
 
 Duval. At ifll events I shall have a good tasife now, 
 thanka to your bright eyes. 
 
 "S 
 
( Oferlrig butter om, a Inife.) Butter. 
 (^vl scciiiffit.) No,\it ioa't. (Scci butter.) Oh ! 
 
 Mad. B. 
 
 ,Jl^'')'- --; ^.w *.v.....o.u 
 
 (^ii.!/:e.i butter.) Is nnyWlv coniihfr vet? 
 •^.ALvD.B. (Lookhigof,'L.) Yes,* tlio Mayor. Do mako 
 iiastc! jM-ay nmkc haste! ; ' 
 
 DuvAt. Take it coolly. I say,' Cousiu Mary, tell me i 
 may hope. . 
 
 Mad. B. Perhaps I Oh, jnav be quick 1 
 . PuVAU I'd eat fifty letters, all siiif parchment, a vard 
 long, witli that for a relish! Fortunately this is very thin 
 paper. Then the silk business?— 
 
 _ Mad.^B Is the restoration of the rightful heirto the 
 throne of Fraijce, the Conite deProven.ee. 
 
 Duval. By Jove! and I'nvan active partner in tho 
 concern. {Befjina to eat.) I'm swallowing the pi^fita 
 already, *^ 
 
 {inters thejffyor, Biachmith aud Pierre, L. i>mal howi 
 to the Ma\j{frii'omcallij, dill eating.) 
 
 Duval (Recitative.) My dear sir, allow me to offer rou 
 a sauflwich, I cannv)t particularly recommend them, thev're 
 very toudi, very tough. • ' •' 
 
 .Af AD. B.^ Al,; my dear Mayor! (Laughing:) Where have 
 you been hiding yourself? You never caiiie to a:ik me lor • 
 a dance. ' 
 
 Mayor. I'll give you a dance presently, madame, and 
 you too, monsieur. (Adde.) I'll frighten them. 
 Duval. Thanks, but I don't dance slow dances. 
 Mayor. Ifever fear, the one I propose will be fast enoucrh " 
 for your t^ste. i Infold 8 proclamation.). 
 .Mad. B. (Mide to Duval) He means mischie£ 
 IJuvAL. (Aside.) Old porcupine I let him I 
 Mayor. a?6af^)^ " A most dangerous conspirator aiid 
 pronounced lioyalist is known to be now somewhere iu dis- 
 guise^oa the western coast. She is in communication with 
 the Comt^e'^de^ Provence, and probably carries valuable 
 papers, feee that all suspicious persons are immediately 
 arrested ^and closely searchul. She has a^sli-lit 
 .scar on her left arm, and her real fiamo is the C(?m- 
 tess^ de Baaudiv " . (^Mad :me Bar rie gives a slight start,) 
 Mlol Ayhat's this! Why I believe she is the Countess 
 atter alll Ah, you turn pale. Madame Barric! Widow 
 Barriel mantua-makcr, from Paris! Oblige me. Madame 
 l^arrie, mantua-maher, from Paris, by uncovenn«r that 
 cnarming hft arm of yoiirs; (lie tries to take her hand, 
 iihe hastUg wdhdraws it.) ' So I so I 
 
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 or. Do mako 
 
 ary, tell mc I 
 
 liment, a ynrd 
 J is very thin 
 
 ill heirto tho 
 
 partner in tho 
 I the pi^fit3 
 
 Duval bows 
 
 e to offer you 
 them, they're 
 
 Where have 
 to ask uiu lor * 
 
 Daadamc, and 
 
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 e fast enough 
 
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 spirator and 
 khere iu dU- 
 (ication with 
 •ics valuable 
 immediately 
 s a -slight : 
 13 the Coii^- 
 slifflif star^) 
 he Countess 
 ric! Widow 
 ao, Madame 
 rering that 
 s her hand. 
 
 
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 MAb. B. Sir, you are rude ! 
 
 Mayor. Charming wjdowl fascinating widow! you 
 weren't very civil to me this morning. It's my turn now. 
 (Hums,) Bay vcs, yea, yes. 
 
 Mad. B. (lluma.) Say no, no, no. I refuse, monsieur. 
 Certainly not ! How dare you ! % You insult me because I 
 am onl^ a mantua-makcr, as you know very well. If I 
 were this Countess of yours I warrant you would speak dif- 
 ferently. -^Vliatl do I look like a Countess? Imbed I 
 ( JVdlks across the stage ungracefully.) Do I speak like a 
 Ctfuntess? (Speaking coarsely.) Have I the aire of a 
 Countess? No, monsic^ir, I am ofte of the people. May all 
 Countesses get their deserts, I say. 
 
 r IMayor. {Slowly ani^sarcastically.) Very well, wait 
 madame, ril call some af iha people to examine you* 
 {Ooesup back and beckoti8\K L.f 
 
 Duval. (AsideioMad.\) Wh&tvfillyoudo? Shall 
 I wring his neck? -^-^^ g 
 
 Mad. B. Oh, never fear; I can manage my mare— 
 Take it coolly. CapitaJ fun, isn't it ? 
 
 Duval. lAside.) Well, I don't know, you've got a big 
 jump before you, give her her he&d. 
 _Mad. B. (As^e.) Not II I always ride on the curb. 
 You'll see what a splendid hand I have directly. 
 {During the foregoing asides the chorus has been filing in, L, 
 ,^ "U. U.) . , '. /^-i' . , ■' . - 
 
 Mad. B.. (Turning to the chorus and interrupting the 
 Mayor who is going to speak,) {Recitative.) Friends, our 
 good Itfayor called you to Hear a little song which I have 
 composed in honor of his birthday. {Aside to MayorA 
 iNow, you'd better listen. 
 
 V SONG Jd^D CHORUa 
 
 :':/■' ■:-fr'-'''^_ ; : ■ ■ [Mad. B.J •;■;■:'./'/■/ 
 
 THE MAYOR OF ST. BRIEUX. 
 
 A Mayor of St. Brieux, so my story goes, ^ 
 
 Was but five foot four when he stood on his to2s, 
 ChoeU»— Was but five foot four, etc. 
 
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 He was sixty-nine, and he wore a wig ; 
 But though he was little, hb wishes were big. 
 CeoRL^g— Etc was sixty-nine, etc. 
 
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 He was tir6d,he said, of a bachelor life ; 
 He wanted a nurse, but he wished for a wife, 
 llow^shairrmarry ? and whatshall I do? 
 What shall I do? said the Mayor of St. Brieux 
 Ghoru8.^How shaH I mar^, eta " 
 
 A W^T??"°^ 71?*"^ <^«™« trav'ling that W. 
 And theilayor fell in love, head aniears iu a day. 
 CHOBU8.-And the Mayor fellin love, etc. ^l 
 
 He vowed that he never had s^n such a pne. 
 So charming a widow, not under the sun. 
 •CHORVs.--He vowed that he never, etc 
 
 ■ Couldnt she wouldn't she marry a Mayor? 
 
 She d have silks, and brocades, and fine satins to wear 
 And a gallant gay husband, if not very newf •' 
 
 1-1-1. ^^dn t she wry the Mayor of St. irieux f 1^ 
 ' Chorus.— And rf^allant, etc. 
 
 Jfe,^?r^''1^°1^'^*^*?^^'*^en he sighed- • 
 
 Oruel and phvsic are not, sir, iu mine ; 
 . Chorus.— Wooing and cooing, etc, . • 
 
 ^.I^^''"' ^^ '^' ^"* ^'^ rather notwed 
 feuch a funny old man with no hair on his head- 
 
 Thankpu,iind sir, but I can't marry yo^ 
 /^HORLs.— iJiank you, kindsir, etc. 
 
 Mayor. My dear Madame Barrie, that^ a funny son^ 
 of yours, upon my word. » «^» » lunnysong. 
 
 . MAD.B. Such asiUy old man/ wasn't he to think 
 -that any pretty pman would mar^yhim? Zt ^ a ^ood 
 loke r must seu^t to the papers. ?oor oldboy wSd 
 .. Uthe laughing^ stock of ^ifpiris if the story ^tout^mr 
 ticularly when it was added that he has Sfrfy bL^"' 
 warding letters to Royalists in Pa,is fi.^S^te'l ■ 
 
 
 
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 Brieux.' 
 
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 in t R^ cI^U^ leturs of youxs to the littfe ^6p 
 
 n ^t^' f J^V"^® ^^^'-^"^ *<> the little shop in the Rue 
 Carabacel, which you have so kindly forwaricd; contained 
 8llJ^earrangem|Dts for the restoration of the Comto do 
 Irorgnce. Ah, I told you you underrated yoiir Bervices. 
 Mayor. And you are really this Comtic I 
 
 T. ivV^l m\\.^ "^'^^^ ?™* pome, my fellow-conspirator 
 
 shall I tell these good folks.^abotitk? - -^ ' 
 
 Mayor. Why I shall be ruinedl - * 
 
 Map. B. Most certainly. > • - 
 
 .Mayor. They would xhink notiing in Paj^ of- 
 
 iMakes stgn of beheading.) . • 
 
 _ Mayob. Madame, you are a, clever woman ! The came 
 woJ^sto/here?""*'' "" ''■f^P'. b"V C«i.i.«./.Wyoa 
 
 Su ^^^fl-^"^'^^* *"V^^?^^- HprQr'as a falror, you 
 shall have thia rosette of niine to wear, in memory of the 
 charaHng^widow. i,PimroMteon his^reaat/hefxt first ob- 
 jeem^^r but aft^rwarda giving ivaij.) , 
 
 Mayor' Madame, you are a witch. 
 
 Mad. B. No, only, a woman. ' * 
 
 JUyor. Ah, |t*s the s^me ihiog. 
 
 M'ad.B. Bless^emanl He's only just found that put 1 
 (CrosgettoDuvaiyBlatkmitheomeafortoard^ ' 
 
 BlaciCsmith. I sav : what aiwut this arrest? 
 
 V Jf '*V^^' A"^f ^^^* •''^^ My.dear BouTllei, you 
 "must be very drunk. "' •'^ /* 
 
 J^LAbKSMirH. But, Monsieur le Mayor-^ - 
 / Mator. Can you keep a secret? 
 Blacksmith. LikeAnanvil. 
 
 ^ /m'^^-.l (^«*% Aim *y Me orm.) You're a fool! 
 
 (Blachmiihstorta:) And I'm another. Shake hands! 
 * C Th^ shake hands, and Blacksmith goes back, looking puzzled, 
 J^nter Maney running mth l^er^,) y 
 MAmi&, Monsieur DuVal ! Monsieur * Duval I here's 
 .your letter;^ and here's a bi^ one for y6u,«ir. (Gii;« a 
 ^aematch to the Mayor and a letter to Duval.) 
 .Mayor. (Headm) "The Runt's conspiracy is all over. 
 You may relax your vigilancei Orders for arrests all can- 
 
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 celled." Phew! Jlcre's a relief ; ju3t in time, tool The, 
 Tvidow may go and get huug el^rcwhore. ^ -Hurrah ! . 
 
 Duval: fAVc/</..) "Houoredsir. AH right. Tlid Count 
 won in a cantor. I t..ia yoii Bouy Ci^uUlu't Btaj% Como 
 over 03 qnick as possible. Vnv ou Toii> auiaiers ground, 
 
 Hurrah ! Bravo ! the Count has woi the DcrUy I (Goes 
 ro»jid sluiklng hundo,) . Two' thousand pouuds clear! 
 
 Hurrah! ^ ^. i .. ^ '• 
 
 MAYOit. What's that? Then you're not a coa^pirator ? 
 
 • Duval. Conspirator ! I ! Why,'Gf course not. 
 MayoU. And "Bouv" and th6" Count "are ?— 
 
 ' Dl'A'al. Hoi-^eal What else should tluy be? 
 
 Mayor. {Conunfffi-oiifrasi>h:) It St likes me that I'm 
 iather like one mvself— ears a^liulo longer, perhaps. AVhat 
 a niess I have made, of it! Of coui-j=e he's a horse jockey. 
 Those. Englishmen alwavs^are, when thty are not prize 
 fiijiters. AVell, I liav'n't coinmittcd myself, fortunately. 
 iT<Kati(Uence.) No one knows what an ass I've been, cx- 
 crpt .you. A'ou'll keep tlie secret; won't you ? {Uitm.) 
 
 /'fc5ay-yes,ycs, yes."\ .,:.;■::: /■•.;■., „ . . ■; ;:.; > • .' \ 
 
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 Cnokus. ' ';■'■. ^ '-- ' ■^' . ' ■ ■ ■" ■ '■ ■ - 
 
 - Hail! hail! Hail! hail! 
 Kail to his honor, ther Mayor of St. Brieux. "> 
 -: Garlands. we bring and^oses w^trew,^ 
 
 Hail to his honor, the Mayor oDSt. Brieux," 
 
 ' ' The Mavor of St. Brieux, the Mayor of St. Bricux, 
 
 Hail to Ids honor, the Mayor of St. Brieux. 
 
 Mayor. - , ^ ' \<. ' V / 
 
 Thanks, ray* good friendsj for the honor you do, , 
 
 • Take, prav, the thankifof the Mayor of St Bricux. 
 Oisidc.) If his' proicjeedings these folks only knew, , ^ 
 
 They ^•ouldn'tihon9r tha Mayor of St. Brieux. ' 
 
 / Dear Monsieur lej Mayor, though you pick out a spy^v 
 •And see through a plot ^yith that wonderful eye, ^ 
 Come, my dear sir, now, between me and vou, " 
 Arc vou ^o clever, friend Mayor of St. Bricux ? - 
 
 BLACKSMItn. . . V Vi- -• ^ ^ 
 
 '^f v What it all means is more than I know^ 
 : . ^acksmith.<, Of coursp,' aro tliiclt-hcadcd and slo\v; 
 " All that Fvc learnt, \rhy I lon^fago knew. . , r 
 There was never a MuVor like the Mayor of St. 1>ficux. 
 
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 >oMPO\. (Adcanclnq to ilic ^rill|or cotijiihniitllj:) 
 Lam the Secret u\ gent of roU^»e; , , , 
 A scciTt I cau now di:»eovi i\ 
 Tliis I^rudiime Barrie h—i ^ncacs)^ 
 .r - " Aiidriorrc— - ' . .- , 
 
 ;• (Itn^u goes back /rf.y .^^u./.A../..«m/ ..c.:.^»i;rto. 
 
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 All that lie's learnt, \vliy ^y? ^oivif apvkucxr. ^ ^ _ 
 ■ There ua. never a >%or like the Mayor ot M. LikUx. 
 
 : ^''' Kpi i)L.e, mydoar Mayor, rvon^.cr.t to tclL 
 
 V^^-''''''' Will you bo quiet? ria not very Weill- 
 
 T'iTit*rE, ■ ■ *■. ■ " .^ ■ .■' " ■ ~ '■■■■. - .,■■-■■' 
 
 Say tlmt-you'U roarry me, then, if I don't! 
 
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 ; WhaCeit! youlbrcomiol Ah,:Rrenthcn, I wou't.t 
 
 
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 PiEUUE. y^^^-iij^i^^re'sniyhand. I f I d;. nmrv you, 
 / " Don't you tell talcd to the Mayor ot tet. i»noux. 
 
 ■ " Fair Tv^idow I "—you know thcTCst, 
 Prav, never mind, you did your lK--t. 
 " Kext time you «.k, sav soinethin^rncvv, . ^ 
 
 ^ Gallant gajrbaehelor, ^layar ot fct. L: laix 
 
 MAYop. C To aM(?/cHc^O 
 - What an escape i have had, to be FUro ; 
 I .Once I get clear, I'll not trv any ">ore. 
 If i had marri(id a woman lute that, 
 
 She would hav6 lod mo the lile of a eat. 
 
 CliORUS-What doc. he mean 1)V talUin^ HUo that? 
 " M'ho would hiive hd hiuLthe KD of a eat? ^ 
 
 • ' Moral :-ea widow is best loft iihrnc, ; '', 
 
 She'll have her own way, and you will hiivj none, ^ 
 • So should a widwv seem charmxng;to y^;U. 
 • Thiuk of the fate of tha Mayor oti-.t. brieux.^ 
 
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 (Two ffirh advancfi /from chorus with wreaths of roses; 
 thci/ place u urcitih oil his head.) » • 
 
 CnoRus--HailI htiill hail I hail! 
 
 « Hail to liU huuor, the Mayor of St. Brieux. 
 
 Garlands we bring, and roses we strew, 
 Hail to his honoV, the Mayor of St. Brieux, 
 The flavor of St. Brieux,' the lilayof of St. BricUx. 
 Hail to his houor, the Mayor of JSi. Brieux. 
 
 ' Mad. B. The Mayor. Duval. 
 
 Pierre. 
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