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 HER EXCELLENCY THE COUNTESS OF DUFFERIN'S PRIVATE 
 
 THEATRICALS, GOVERNMENT HOUSE, OTTAWA, FEB.. I875. 
 
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DRAMATIS PKKSONiE. 
 
 THE MAI HE OF ST. BRIEUX, 
 
 CHAULES DUVAL, an EngliKhman, 
 
 MON'SIEUH BOUILLET.R lUrnksmith, 
 
 PIEUIIE, an Apprentice, 
 
 (M)MTESSE DE BEAUDRY, u Royalist, diHguised as Madame 
 Bnrrie, Dresumakor, 
 
 MARIE. Xiwe of Monsifui- Roiiillet. 
 
 S<\ 
 
 (ft'ndarmeH, i\uiscntK, BlaokKinithH, &c. 
 
 The KCfUf fit l(tiJ in the lillc. lin-lon VUhif/e of St. lirienx. CoHuiMs 
 in (hf. tim.<i uf the Conmulate^ civ. 1800. 
 
 V 
 
 PltOPEKTIKH. 
 
 A wirath and 2 garlands of roses ; two bottles of win<', !<»»»{; 
 fnnch bread, sandwiciies, |)lat('S and jjf lasses, table cloth, on tray ; 
 an anvil and two heavy hammers ; a portmantcan filled with the 
 following artirlcs : a <-ouph' of coats and some linen ; a portrait ; 
 an empty l^ottle ; a cork ; a pistol ; brush and comb ; box of pills ; 
 a tooth brush ; bundle of papers ; a pipe ; a small picture of a 
 horse ; a pair »)f spun* and whip ; a laay's slipper ; some hair in a 
 brown paper parcel ; a book ; a eigar case, with cigars ; another 
 bundle of papers, Prttolamation for Maire. \\ letters. 
 
 Entered according to the Act of the Parliament of Canada, in 
 the Department of Agriculture, by Frederick W. MiIIb. 
 
 e 7705 
 
T H K 
 
 MAIRE OF ST. BRIEUX 
 
 in 
 
 Scm>> outMde the viUar. of St. linmx, in Rritmof, «w</, with vi»>r of 
 thH «•« at back, Jilachmith'n Cottage and For<je L. Cottar >">ff' 
 prartirutde tipper lomiow. Artistit eaxd R. If. E. Smaff table U. I. 
 K. fJghot up. Th" Blacksmith with his apprentices working at annf. 
 L. VilUigen at bark and round forge. Chorun an Curtain ri^i^. 
 
 ciiours. 
 
 Work, brolhei-s work, while tiie nuldy atoms v iol.l ; 
 Woi-k, l»i-othei's work, tlie lieiivy liammors wu^ld. 
 Now is the moment when the victory must l)e won, 
 Work, brothers work, an<l the labour will be ilono. 
 
 KKOITATIVK k ARIA. 
 
 JJlacksmitii. 
 
 Hear the bellows ereuk and cry 
 To the sparks that quiet lie 
 In the t'or^e tire, dim and low, 
 Waiting idly in the glow, 
 Ott' ! aw-ay ! awav ! away ! 
 And, like boys let out to play 
 On some summer holiday, 
 Out they leap toward the sky. 
 Springing through the chimney high, 
 With a roar of wild desire ; 
 Leaping higher, higher, higher. 
 And the iron, itj its bed, 
 Wakes to life of glowing red. 
 N^ow the .work, beneath our blows 
 Shaped and fashioned, ever grows. 
 
dioRrs. 
 
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 Slrlko, iH'otluTs, sli'ikt' ! wlilU* tlio ni<l(ly aloius yioM ; 
 Sli'ikc ! In'otliers, strike ! the hoavy liaininorki wiohl. 
 Now is the moiueiit when the vietoiy must Ikj won, 
 Strike I brothers strike ! and onr ialN)urs will be done. 
 
 iJL.vcKs.MfTif. — Now then, my lads, he oft" with you. 
 No more work to-day. It it is a holiday, why, let us 
 keep it, I sa}', and when you're tired ofdaneinjLf you'll 
 tind a drink of wine round the old tor^e. J)ont forget. 
 {Exeunt vllldmrs li. durn'mj.) J must go and invite Ids 
 Honour the Maire to dinner, and see what's in the eel- 
 lar. ( K.rif L. Enter Marie from house folhireil sfotrlt/ Of/ 
 J*lerre.) 
 
 .Makik. — I tell you, Pierre, T shall just dance with 
 whom 1 choose — there! and as for Monsieui* Duvail, the 
 strauii^e Kii^j^lishman as you call him, he dances splen- 
 didly, just for all the world like Punchinello. ] could 
 dance all day with him, and I will too, if vou tease me. 
 there : 
 
 PiKiiRK. — Hut Marie, come now. {coiUuhjly.) 
 
 Mahik. — 1 w^ont ! 
 
 I'iKKKK. — This fellow, this nwmsieur Duval ! no one 
 knows wh<> he is, or what he is, or what he is after — no 
 _i;(M)d I'll he lM)und. 
 
 Mahik. — He's an Artist. 
 
 PiKttHK.-You're a woman. Now, / believe he is plottinj; 
 with these ('houans, he's a spy, a conspirator, why, he's 
 been lodii^in*; these three weeks past with your uncle 
 and he has not done a picture bigger than a sp:ule yet. 
 lie's managed to turn all your silly little heads though. 
 
 Marie. — My hoa<l is not silly Sir. Vou said it was a 
 very pretty little hea<l once. (pretenduKj to *'ry). 
 
 IMkrrk. — There now, dont cry, Mario. It /.s a very 
 
 1 
 
 »rettv little head, and 1 dont like to see it on thi: 
 
 Englishman's shoulder. There! Dont dance with 
 him Marie, /dont wish it. 
 
 Marie. — (mrcasiieally) Oh ! yow dont wish it. That 
 certainly is an e.xcellent reason. Remember, Sir, we are 
 
not married yot, and not \\\io\y to l»o, — there's many a 
 >lij> 'Iwixt tlic cup and the lip. 
 
 (^UAURKL DUhT, (Marie and Pierre.) 
 
 M. 
 
 P. 
 
 M. 
 
 P, 
 
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 'Twixt tlie eii]» and the lip 
 '"liore iH many a slip, 
 As many a lover Iuih found. 
 
 'JMicre'H a pi'overb as good, 
 Jf* it'H well understood, 
 'Twixt two Htools you fall to the ground. 
 
 Two strings to my Im>w 
 J ehoose, Sir, to show. 
 
 Jn fact, ] think that is too few. 
 
 In love. Miss, you're told 
 To be off wjth the ohi. 
 Befoi'e you aie on with the new. 
 
 M. Your wish then I'll ohey, Sir, 
 
 {i'lu'tseyhuj) And bid you now good day, Sir, 
 I've nothing more to say, Sir. 
 (rood day, goo<l <lay, good day. 
 
 {(Joingoff.) 
 
 P. O very well then, go. Miss, 
 
 Jie off to your new Ixjau, Miss, 
 Since you will have it so, Miss. 
 (Jood day, good <lay, good day. 
 
 {Exit Pwre JL) 
 
 Marik, — Poor Pieri-e ! I do really love him, but onv 
 may as well have some fun l>efore mariage, one gets 
 so little after. Then this stranger is so nice an«l he 
 does dance so beautifully. Ah ! here he comes. 
 
 {Enter Duval, L. II. E.) 
 
DirvAL. — Ah my pretty Mario, vvhut Imvo you hoov 
 • ioin^ to poor IMim'Hv I jmsscti him jiiHt now and ho 
 lor>ko(l an hiaok an ton thundor storms. 
 
 Marik. — Nothini^. Wo vvoro only phxyin^ at Pro- 
 vorhs. Ho <h)os'nl want mo to dance with you at tho 
 t'ojo to day. 
 
 hiiyAh. — Not <hinoo ! indoo<l you sliall thou;^h, if 
 Piorro ^oos into a straight waistcoat on Iho spot. But 
 L say Mario, I want you to do somotliing tor mo. 
 
 Marie.— AVoil ? 
 
 DiyAL. — Ilaivo your undo's black nmro saddled, and 
 solid some <>no out to see it' there are any nows of that 
 hi^ race I told you ahout over in Kn<^lan<l. 
 
 >rARiK. — And you are .i^oing to ^ivo me a thousand 
 francs, if your horse wins ? 
 
 Duval. — Yes. 1 will too. 
 
 Marie. — I'll m) and son<l some one off directly. A 
 thousand francs ! What fun ! Wont f teaso l*ierro ! 
 
 {Exit into house) 
 
 DuvAii. — {(hmim/ fronts takes a small betting hmk fnun 
 his pocket.) 3 and-A' is 7, and 5 is 12. 12, 18, 20. h'm. 
 1 and lis 2. Yes, that's a co(d 2,tHM) L stand to win 
 this l)erby if oidy the Count can go the pa<'e. (7/^' frt/.v.s 
 a letter from his pocket, another drops on to the ground, reads) 
 •' Honoured Sir, — The Count is all right. It will he a 
 t... u... p... h. I sec, a tough thing, but he's bound to 
 beat. Bony cant stay. Vours respectably, Bendkjo 
 Brown." Short but sweet, Bendigo Brown ! i vvould'nt 
 hedge a farthing. It's neck or notlnng this time, and 
 no mistake. \i' Bony does'nt founder 1 nhall. (Sees the 
 letter on the (/round.) Hullo ! there's that letter I have to 
 give to " Madame Barrio, Dressmaker," (tu?'ns it over 
 curiously in his hands,) whoever she may be. Well, it's 
 none of my business. Uncle sends me over here, pays 
 all expenses. No questions asked. But it is odd. The 
 mysterious madame. has to say to me " Silk is rising." 
 And then T hand my letter to the mysterious madame, 
 and exit Duval, A good deal of mystery. I must get to 
 
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 llic ImjUoiii of it. Wol], I wisliNi]|< woiiM riso noon, and 
 tlu'ii Ik'V for Kn^Han<l oiuo more. I hatu thin Franco, 
 it always rennnds mo of couHin Mary and our old l»oat. 
 in;; dayn Itefore that fonfoundcd Frenchman ran away 
 witii her. I think she eared for me a little then. I 
 know I loved her. Ilei^'ho ! that's ten years ago : ten 
 years without a word from her, she nnist be dead ; at 
 any rate she's dead to me. (Sings.) 
 
 WIIITF ANJ) IM.XK. 
 
 Floating down the river slow, 
 
 No one hy, none to spy, 
 AVe together boating go, 
 
 Dainty cousin May and I. 
 
 All my sense bewildor'd, flies, 
 
 (>ousin May, the little fa^^ 
 AVith her roguish hazel eyes. 
 
 Laughs at what I say. 
 
 And the sun comes shining down, 
 
 On the fair, soft golden hair, 
 Sun shade pink and muslin gown, 
 
 Faiiy Mary sitting there. 
 
 " Shining sun and wanton wind, 
 
 Ever stay so all the day. 
 Leaving me would be unkind, 
 
 Ilapp}' me ! " — I say. 
 
 But she only blushing cries, 
 '' Charley fie ! " [Charley 't; I.] 
 
 And to catch the rushes tries, 
 As the boat drifts slowly by. 
 
 Resting on my oars I think, 
 Do you know I love you so ? 
 
 Do you love me, white and pink ? 
 Is it yes... or no ? 
 
9 
 
 {Goes up the stage and sits at easel. R. C. Enter the 
 Maire rmd Blacksmith, the Maire with his hands full of 
 papers.) 
 
 Maire. — Xews ? yon indeed my dear Monsieur Bouil- 
 let (ireat news. Most important newts, but you would 
 not understand it if I were to tell you. You're a good 
 fellow, a very good honest sort of a fellow, but you 
 would'nt understand these state matters? Come now 
 shall I try to explain to you. 
 
 Blacksmith. — Well, I dont know. I'm a thick-headed 
 sort of a man but I might try to take it in, go on ! 
 
 Maire. — Well, well, 'jok here, this Count de Proven- 
 ce, who escaped over to England, in the big troubles, is 
 trying with his friends in France, to upset Bonaparte, 
 and take the throne. 
 
 Blacksmith. — Upset the little corporal ! not he ! 
 Maire.-WcH, the}' are trying, and what's more they arc 
 trying here in Brittany, here in St. Brieux, here, whei'c I 
 urn the Maire ! These despatches tell me that there ai'c 
 ]>oople in this very place who are in regular communica- 
 tion with Paris, and they can't find out how it's done. 
 Listen ! I have orders to arrest and search all suspicious 
 cliaracters. {Looks up C. and nods significantly.) 
 
 Blacksmith. — Why 3' ou dont say that he (Maim 
 
 nods again.) Bless me I should never have thought it. 
 
 Maire. — ( Whispering) We must search his baggage 
 today. I warrant we shall tind something beside night- 
 caps. I never liked the fellow. 
 
 Blacksmith. — I did. 
 
 Maire. — You ! but then you're not so accustomed to 
 plots as I am. (Sings.) 
 
 PLOT TEIO. 
 
 ^L^.IRE. 
 
 [^Blacksmith, Duval and the Maire.'] 
 
 Here a plot ! 
 Thei e a plot ! 
 Whatever is the reason ? 
 
9 
 
 Ji^nter the 
 Ids full of 
 
 tMir Bouil- 
 'ou woiiM 
 '•e a gooil 
 but yon 
 'Onie now 
 
 k-headed 
 on ! 
 
 Proven - 
 >uble8, is 
 naparte, 
 
 he ! 
 
 liey arc 
 where 1 
 lere ai(^ 
 tnunica- 
 s done, 
 ^^icious 
 
 '{Maim 
 ig'ht it. 
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 I'll be Hbot, 
 
 If they'i-e not, 
 Always liatcbing treason. 
 
 It'.s absurd, 
 
 But 'pon my word. 
 It'rt more tban 1 ean bear, Sir, 
 
 If you go, 
 
 Down below, 
 Tis'nt hotter there. Sir. 
 
 (Takes BlacksmltKs arm neroousli/.) 
 
 {Spokett.) J do assure you that what with g»ni>, 
 swords and gendarmes, pickpockets, plots and sti-ay jiigs, 
 mandats, edicts and proclamations, lost children, organ- 
 grinders, mobs and mad Englismen. (Siiujs.} 
 
 Why I'd rather be a monkey than a Maire sir. 
 
 Here a spy. 
 
 There a spy, 
 Plotting, Sir, and scheming, 
 
 Night and day, 
 
 Pra'ps you'll say 
 Surely I am dreaming : 
 
 You mistake, 
 
 I'm awake. 
 Oh, you need'nt stare. Sir, 
 
 Listen now, 
 
 This is how. 
 This is how I fare. Sir. 
 
 (Spoken.) 
 
 For breakfast, they give me a little plot, well peppered; 
 for dinner, a brace of conspiracies, served a la maitre 
 d'armes ; with a tine big rebellion, devilled, for supper, 
 till I dream of blunderbusses and hot water all night long. 
 It could'nt be worse if I lived on pins and needles. Ah, 
 I do assure you, my dear Monsieur Bouillet, for his tail 
 is not so bad as my tale — that 
 
 (Sings.') 
 
 I'd rather be a monkey than a Maire, Sir. 
 
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 {Goes up the stage and sits at easel R. C. Enter thr 
 Maire and Blacksmith^ the Maire with his hands full of 
 papers.) 
 
 Maire. — News ? yos iiidcetl my dear Monsieur Bouil- 
 let Great news. Most important news, but you wouM 
 not understand it if I were to tell you. You're a goo* I 
 fellow, a very good honest sort of a fellow, but yon 
 would'nt understand these state matters? Come now 
 shall I try to explain to you. 
 
 Blacksmith. — Well, I dont know. I'm a thick-headed 
 rort of a man but I might try to take it in, go on ! 
 
 Maire. — Well, well, look here, this Count de Proven- 
 ce, who escaped over to England, in the big troubles, is 
 trying with his friends in France, to upset Bonaparte, 
 and take the throne. 
 
 Blacksmith. — Upset the little corporal ! not he ! 
 MxViRE.-Well, they are trying, and what's more they ai'c 
 tiying here in Brittany, here in St. Brieux, here, where 1 
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 but yon 
 Hue now 
 
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 Prove n- 
 ubles, i.H 
 Japai-te, 
 
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 I'll be Hhot, 
 
 li" th( 
 
 not, 
 
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 ley j"e 
 Always hatching treason. 
 
 It's absurd, 
 
 But 'pon my word. 
 It's more than I can hear, Sir, 
 
 If you go, 
 
 Down below, 
 Tis'nt hotter there. Sir. 
 
 (Takes Blacksmith's arm nervou>i(i/.) 
 
 {Spoken.) J do assure you that what with guris, 
 swords and gendarmes, piekpockets, plots and stray j»igs, 
 niandats, edicts and proclamations, lost children, organ- 
 gi'inders, mobs and mad Englismcn. {Sintjs.} 
 
 Why I'd rather be a monkey than a Maire sir. 
 
 DrvAL. (at hark C.) 
 
 I wish you would go ! 
 
 Mai UK. 
 
 But I'd have you to know, 
 That I'm notat all slow, 
 I can pick out a sj)y, 
 With a glance of my eye, 
 And take a man in, 
 Fi"om his toes to his chin, 
 And follow his nose, 
 Wherever it goes 
 
 Duval. (Cominy doivn front.) 
 
 J' ;i :t 
 
 AIaire. 
 
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 Oh, bother your nose, 
 
 And your chin and your toes. 
 
 •lust listen to me 
 
 I'm the Maire, Sir, you see. 
 
10 
 
 Duval. 
 
 Oh fiddle-de-dee ! 
 
 Blacksmith. {Apologetically.) 
 
 He's the Maire Sir you see ! 
 
 Duval. 
 
 You keep up Bueh a eliatter, 
 And a clatter, with your patter, 
 And your tussinjLi^ aud 3'our worry, 
 And your hurry and your flurry, 
 As if you really were the great Mogul ! 
 
 Maire. 
 
 These words to me ! to me, the Maire ! 
 With rage I choke, I tear my hair. 
 
 Duval & Blacksmith. 
 
 "With rage he chokes, he tears his hair ! 
 
 {Duval goes vp back, and sits at easel.) 
 
 Maire. — That's a dangerous fellow. He's full of plots. 
 I can see it in his eye, he's a conspirator. Fancy^ speak- 
 ing to me, the Maire of St. Brieux, in that style ! His 
 baggage must be searched. I'll go and see about it. 
 
 {Exit R) 
 Blacksmith.- 
 
 -Well, who would have thought it ! 
 
 Dear me, dear 
 1 must go and have a glass of 
 
 such a good natured 3'oung fellow too 
 
 me ! what a world ! 
 
 wine to hold myself together 
 
 {Exit into house.) 
 Duval. — {At back still vainting.) What an old pepper 
 pot it is. Not a bad little man if he were'nt such a 
 pompous little wretch. {Hums to himself. Enter Ma- 
 dame Barrie L. She comes down. Duval still goes on 
 singing. At last she bursts out laughing. Duval starts up.) 
 A thousand pardons, Madame, I'm sure : I did'nt 
 know I had an audience. 
 
 Mad. B. — It is I who am in fault. Monsieur. The 
 audience should not have laughed. {Aside.) It's my 
 
 mo> 
 si ell 
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 1 ra^ 
 
 sill 
 
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 iiuissenger, he does not rcniemboi* me. (AIowl) Mon- 
 sieur is an artist J ])resumc. 
 
 Duval. — No Msulaine, no. (Aside.) My dressmaker 
 lor a guinea ! I'll give her a chance. {Aloud and icifh 
 imphasis) The fact is that I'm a kind of silk mei'chant, 
 travelling in silk. 
 
 Madame B. — Indeed, I am ver}' much interested in 
 silk myself. 
 
 Duval — (aside) T thought so. 
 
 Mad. B. — (markedly.) I hear it said that in Englan<l 
 silk is rising. 
 
 I)uvAL. — (aside.) My dressmaker ! (aloud,) Madame, 
 I perfectly understand. I have the honour to place 
 this letter from my uncle in your own fairliands. (Gives 
 fetter, as she takes it he attempts to kiss her hand, she with- 
 draws it hastily with an angry glance, and goes up hack, 
 reading letter.) 
 
 Duval. — H'm, well, for a dressmakei*, I must say she 
 is a charming creature, looks like a queen, and talks 
 like a duchess, has the voice of a syren, and the hand of 
 
 ;in argel, and a foot like a fairy, and, and Hang 
 
 me if I'm not in love at tirst sight ! Odd though ! I 
 fancy, I have seen her somewhere before. I know that 
 voice as well as my own. Where ? T must have a talk 
 with this mysterious dressmaker. Madame ? 
 
 Mad. B. — Monsieur ! 
 
 Duval. — Shall I help you to read 3'our letter ? 
 
 Mad. B. — Thanks, no. I can read very well. I'll 
 read you a sentence to show you, (reads) " Though 
 (^larley " 
 
 Duval. — Charley ! does he mean me? 
 
 Mad. B. — Oh yes. Charley's you ! Oh, you need not 
 mind, your uncle and I are old frien<ls. 
 
 Duval. — Are you ! 
 
 Mad. B. — (reads) "Though Charley does not under- 
 stand our business, he is a gentleman and may be safely 
 ti'usted to behave as such." 
 
 (During her reading she looks him full in the face.) 
 
 Duval. — T beg a thousand pai-dons, Madame. I was 
 rude. But you are no dressmaker. 
 
12 
 
 Mad. B. — {lawjhing) Ah, you arc not quite rocorerod 
 yt't. (/ome, iiover mind. 1 forgive 3'ou. I nee we shall 
 l>o friends. No, I am not adreHsmaker, bivt I am in tho 
 same buwineHH as your uncle. 
 
 Duval.— Silk? 
 
 Mad. B.— Silk. 
 
 Duval. — 1 wish I were in the same business. 
 
 Mad. B. — Pei'haps you may l>e bcfoi-e long. But ttdl 
 me, I've been away in Paris on business. 
 
 Duval.— Silk? 
 
 Mad. B. — Silk, certainly. Ilave'nt you found it rather 
 dull? 
 
 Duval. — Dull! There's nothing to do, literally no- 
 thing. I've set the whole place by the ears though. 
 
 Mad. B. — You quarielled ? 
 
 Duval. — Nobody to quarrel with, except that fussy 
 little Maire. 
 
 Mad. B. — Poor little Maire ! I know him well. AVe 
 
 are gi-eat friends, he and I, especially he Well, yon 
 
 flii'ted with all the village belles, of course. 
 
 Duval. — No one to tlirt w th except Marie, here. 
 
 Mad J5.-Marie ! Oh Monsieur leave pretty Marie aloni'. 
 These simple country daisies wont bear trans]>lanting. 
 She is only a daisy you know, not a rose. (Sings.) 
 
 ONLY A DAISY. 
 
 Only a daisj-, indeed. 
 Plucked from its stem for the whim of an hour; 
 Cast on the path as a valueless flower ; 
 
 Left there to die as a weed. 
 
 Love and trust reared its head, 
 U]) fi'om the fostering lap of the ground. 
 Into the bright, happy world it had found ; 
 
 Now, the poor daisy is dead. 
 
 'Tis but a daisy has died : 
 Strolling down through the Park one day. 
 He, the young Sir from the Hall, came this way, 
 
 Plucked it, and threw it aside. 
 
1 
 
 [ocoreroti 
 
 wo shall 
 im in tlw 
 
 Kilt U^u 
 
 lily jio- 
 
 It fiu 
 
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 i. \\'(> 
 
 >II, you 
 
 5 alone, 
 mtirii^. 
 
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 Nay, hail it Itoen hut a rose. 
 Doiicato, iscentecl, Persian sweet, 
 Would it have lain so sad at my feet ? 
 
 What is a daisy ? who knows ? 
 
 Had he hut just let it lie. 
 Mayhe, some day, there had eome to the plaee 
 One who would eare for its innoeent ^'lace, 
 
 Take to his heart the " da^'s eye." 
 
 (^I hiring the Song Duval /his heen attonlicely icatchhig her.) 
 
 Duval. — Madame, T feel sure I have seen you before. 
 Your voiee, when you sini;", hrin^s haek memories to 
 me. Have vou ever ? 
 
 Map. B. — Monsieur, you must be mistaken. I can 
 assure you that Madame Barrie, Dressmaker, never had 
 the [>leasure of meetin<^ Mr. Charles Duval till this mor- 
 ning. She is however, eharmed to have that pleasure 
 now. {Makes a low curtesy.) Now you must go. See. 
 all the girls are daneing yonder on Ihe green, and 
 wondering where their new beau has hidden himself. 
 They will be quite jealous of me. {laughing.) 
 
 PiJVAL. — 1 shall see you again soon then ? 
 
 Mad. B. — Yes, yes. Quite soon enough, (io, go. 
 
 Duval. — Good bye then, Madame, for a whole hall' 
 liour, or ten minutes. (Aside.) I'll make it tive if ])0>- 
 sible. I'm over head and ears in love with that woman 
 already. 
 
 {Exit L. U. E.) 
 
 Mad. B. — Ah Master Charley, you nearly recognised 
 lue, though 1 am not much like the cousin Marv of 
 ten years ago. How handsome he has grown ! I wondei' 
 if he has forgotten me. Well, we shall see. I'm my own 
 mistress now at all events. {Takes letter out and reads it.) 
 Glorious news! — {reads.) "All arrangements are com- 
 plete this time, and befoie long France shall see tlu; 
 ileurs do lys again wave in the breeze. Communicate th(^ 
 enclosed plans to our fi'iends in Paris. Your woman's 
 
14 
 
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 wit will tiiul a safe way." Safe way, indeed ! (Jaiujliintj.) 
 Yes, the ijjood Mairo of St. Brieux, little dreams when 
 he so obi iu^in^ly forwards letters from "Madame Barrio, 
 di'essmaker," to her sister in Paris by his own ])rivate 
 (M)iirier, with the most espeeial eare that they shall 
 be delivered before anythinij; else, what a service he is 
 doinii: us, and what a ridiculous old ^oose he is. (Jjt)oks 
 of J J.) Ah, there they are, dancing away, as happy as 
 tlie day is long. I am so happy too this bright glad 
 spring time, I could dance myself. (Sinys.) 
 
 SlUlINd SONd. 
 
 Spring time is here, so glad so dear, 
 Sweet sunny season of youth and of love; 
 
 Flowei'S grow bright in the glad sunlight ; 
 Earth is as fair as the heaven above. 
 
 I ii 
 
 Love while you can. Since love began, 
 Spring is the season to woo and to w^ed, 
 
 Take then your day now while you may ; 
 
 Love time is past when the spring time has tied. 
 
 Summer soon flies, and Autumn fast dies ; 
 
 Spring is the seascm for pleasure and mirth ; 
 (^lill is the cheer when winter is near; 
 
 (>old grows the heart with the coldness of earth. 
 
 Youth fair and gav will hasten awav, 
 Beauty flies off on a wild-bird's wing, 
 
 liove will not stay, seize then today, 
 No one can tell what the mori'ow may bi'ing. 
 
 {Ihiring the hiM few hars the Maire has re-entered, R. followed hi/ 
 'I (jendarmej and has been standing hack, he comes forward , howiny.) 
 
 Maire. — Ah, charming widow Barrie, so you have 
 leturned to us at last to make the nightingales ilie of 
 envy, and tantalise our poor bachelor hearts with your 
 «diarms. 
 
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 M i.aj)j)y as 
 
 
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 16 
 
 Mad. W. — Now. if 3011 are going to talk nonsonrc, I 
 shall have to run awa}-. {Pretends to go off L.) 
 
 Maire. — (hastily). Cruel widow ! but pray <lont go. 
 (she returns.) I should bo perfectly content to be tongue- 
 tied all my life if I might only look at you. (She wore.s 
 aivay L. ayain.) Ah stay. {She atops.) I really could'nt 
 help it, no one can help paying you com])liments, y(»u 
 know. (She moves off again.) 
 
 Mad. B. — I see I shall I'eally have to go. 
 
 Maiue. — (rood gracious! what am I saying! comeback. 
 J have'nt seen vou for thiee weeks, you know. Sav ! 
 Is there anything I can do for you in Paris, my courici- 
 is just starting. 
 
 Mad. B. — (aside) M}- postman! (aloud) Xo, thank 
 you Monsieur. I have no commission today. Oh. 
 stay, by the way, since you are so kind, perhaps you 
 Avould'nt mind sending a little note for my sister, J^u^ 
 (■ari'abacel, as before. It's about a new head-di-ess 
 (laughing — aside) so it is, a crown ! 
 
 Maire. — Certain ly, cer tain ly . (he comes foricard eagerly 
 to receive the note which she holds out ; as he ajyproaches she 
 withdraws it.) 
 
 Mad. B. — Perhaps after all, it does'nt matter, it is 
 such a trifle, and it would be troubling you. 
 
 Maire. — (Languishingly) Troubling 7ne\ (takes note) 
 Here vou 8ir, see that this note is delivered to Madji.iic 
 Barrio's sister, rue Carrabacol, immediately on your 
 arrival in Paris. (To Madame B.) The same shop as 
 before ? 
 
 Mad. B. — Oh, yes, please, certainly the same shop as 
 before. (Gendarme salutes, takes note, and goes off'. L. U.E.) 
 
 Maire. — There, my dear widow, that tritWing service 
 is done. 
 
 Mad. B. — I assure you Monsieur, you underate your 
 goodness. 
 
 Maire. — Not at all, not at all, sweet widow. (tahef< her 
 hand) May I ? (he kisses it.) (a.side.) Shall I ? (look.-i 
 at her) I will ! (Sings.) 
 
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 (The Malrr aii<1 Widoic Barric.) 
 
 V'iX'w widow, T 
 
 (aaide,) Ali hero it comes 1 {alomJ.) (Jood l>.yt' ! 
 I... I... in i'iiet, tiuit is, you sco 1... 1. 
 
 (iWik.) Dear me, poor soul, he's rojilly \cvy 
 
 [shy. 
 (Hlowl) Wlwit is it ? Anythin^^ that I can do ? 
 
 All, that's just it ! {ImguishiiKjlt/.) Ah, if you 
 
 [only knew! 
 
 Knew whtit ? {(Wih'O 1 do, you dreadful hore. 
 
 {(laide.) How handsome she is, what a 
 Mairesse she would make ! Here i^oes ! 
 {((lowl) Fail" Widow... I. 
 
 Why, that is what you said before ! 
 
 Fair Widow Bari'ie, hereupon my kne o,(kneefs) 
 
 J»ray dont, you'll .i;et the cramp, and then 
 
 [you'll see ! 
 
 1 h)ve you widow 1 (aside,) Thej-e it is otit flat. 
 
 Oh love! That's all ? You'll soon ^'ot over that. 
 Such youthful maladies w^ere best forgot. 
 
 I know I am not still a youth. 
 
 You're not ! 
 
17 
 
 Nor Imndsonio us f u.sc«l to bo, not (.j^uito 
 Ji. U|)«>ii my word I ivally think yon'rc ri^'ht, 
 
 ( fn pique (nut i/cspan If ion.) 
 
 Oh hewitchin^^ AVidow, 
 
 Set', 1 never did, oh, 
 
 Xever sucli a woman did I see. 
 
 W. B. Smdi a silly Maire, Sir, 
 Jn, I fancy, I'are, Sii*. 
 As the one that's rnakintj love to nic. 
 
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 t'AiI hoiv. J ^V. H. 
 
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 Ohai'inin^ Wi<h)vv Hai'rie, 
 Hay that you will niai'iy, 
 Say that yon will niarj'V, marry me. 
 
 iCnrfseyitKj,) 
 
 Thanks, I'd lather stay, Sir, 
 
 As I am today, Sir, 
 
 And would rathe)-, thank you, sintrlo he. 
 
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 Say vos, vcs, yeFi. 
 Say no, no, no. 
 
 Ah cruel Widow, can you treat mo so ? 
 
 Say yes, yes*, yefl. 
 
 W. B. No, no. no, no, 
 
 (Fxit Uarlame li. L.) 
 
 Maike. — The Maii-e of St. Brieux refn^.-d l,y a 
 
 [dressmaker! Jl'm, well. Oh, slie cannot mean it ! TiV'nf 
 
 [possible ! There's souu; .mistake. Perhaps she thought, 
 
 |.r was only Jokin^i;-. Perhaps she did'nt! Tvever mind, 
 
 J '11 pay you oilf' for tin's my lady! f know! I'll pre 
 
 tend that Pve had information that she is concerned 
 
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 18 
 
 in thi» plot ami that I Hhall l>c obliged to liave lu 
 aiTcstoil and Hoareliod. Tliat will IVi^liton li«r an| 
 thon we shall hoc. I*ei*ha])» hIic wont UeNpiHO tho Mali 
 of St. lii'ioux then, thoiigii lie is not quite wo young as l," 
 vsas. {tSltiifs.) 
 
 TIIK OLDISH MAN. 
 
 Tis hard to bo an " oldish man, " 
 Wh(> wants to change his iifo. 
 'Tis hard to hit upon a plan 
 T<) get a i)r'etty wile. 
 
 The jolly da3''H wiien we were young, 
 And rattled round tho town, 
 An<i rode and danced, and loved and Rung, 
 Were when these hairs were hrown . 
 
 "But now they're just a trifle gray, 
 And I've grown brown instetid, 
 At balls, girls like mo best away, 
 And say 1 dance like lead. 
 
 We liad no aches or pains or groans, 
 Nor indigestion then ; 
 We never knew that we Kad bones, 
 We nierry^ youngish men. 
 
 But now the belles liave other beaux 
 And other flirts to fan ; * 
 
 They dont fan me, for no one knows . 
 The wretched oldish man. 
 
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 I'm just as young as ever now, 
 
 And dance I'm sure I can. 
 
 I'm not disposed to make my bow, 
 
 I'm not ani|. oldish man. 
 
 (Exit Make, L. U. •'E.)\ 
 
 {Enter Marie from house carrying tray with breads sandwiches, table clo^ 
 ' ff lasses, she puts it dovm and sets table.) 
 
19 
 
 Urik. — What A dolioious dav this has been to ho 
 •c ! I'vo (laneod lour tirnes vvitli monsieur Duval, and 
 jrro iH art joaloun and sulky as jiossihle. Oh it's 
 inning! Poor follow! I must, luakc it u[> ttp;ain or 
 jro will ho pistols and blunderhnssos in tho casi*, 
 ifi that will novor do. What a happy ^irl J am t() ho 
 re to have sonic ont> to love me so desj)erately. 
 
 PEASANT 8()N(r. . 
 
 A little peasant ^irl am T, 
 
 A simple vill«t?t> maid, no more ; 
 
 All day I Huiir -vithout a sic^h, 
 No troubles ])ass my cottai^o door.i 
 
 For all things l()Vo me, so T sin^, 
 Because m^" heart is ever ^ay ; 
 
 r hejir tho ^lad birds carolling, 
 1 know I am as i^lad as they. 
 
 1 would not change my sim]>le state, 
 For all the charms of life at court; • 
 
 I would not live amongst the great, 
 For all their pride so <learly bought. 
 
 For all things, ifce. 
 
 A little fiui, a little (hmce, 
 A song to cheer my dail}' task, 
 
 Tho sunny sky of sunny Franco, 
 A little love, is all I ask. 
 
 For all thincfs kc. 
 
 Blarhsmth from he 
 ier each armK: he sets 
 
 iLAcVsMiTH. — AhX That's 
 
 (^Exit'intn house, /».] 
 
 house uifh'Sl bottle of\iitw 
 on table, 
 
 there are\i dozen good 
 full measiNo.- Bear mo, 
 after all. \^mgs.) 
 
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 PiKRRE.- — There miss! You've done it now. Thin ih the 
 <^\ hiHt time, the voiy last time. Four times yhe ilanred with 
 hiii>; tour times, and 1 asked her not. Oh, Marie, Marie ! 
 how can you be so ei'uel to one who loves you tso | 
 dearly ! I'll go away, go ofl' to eca, and then perhaps 
 t.he will remember her poor old faithful lover, {sings.) 
 
Ith, 
 
 91-, 
 
 I . 
 
 Blacksmith. — "Now lads, give us another verse of 
 your song, and then be off to the dance again." 
 
 Chorus sings second verse of " Burgundy Wine." 
 
 Burgundy Wine ! Burgundy Wine ! 
 Give us a bumper of Burgundy Wine ! 
 
 What's life but a bubble, 
 
 All trial and trouble ! 
 Let's fill it with jolly old wine. 
 
 Then bring out your bottles; 
 
 Uncork their old throttles, 
 And pour out your Burgundy Wine. 
 
 Burgundy Wine! Burgundy Wine! 
 
 Give us a bumper of Burgundy Wine 1 
 
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 \_The refrain is heard dying away as they go of. 
 Blacksmith comes down.'} 
 
 Blacksmith. — " There ! now they're gone I I dociare 
 
 ,1 feel all in a quiver ! {drinks.) Just like a piece of 
 
 [soft iron. Upset the little corporal, will they! {drinks.) 
 
 [Here's his jolly good health ! Well, we'll see ! we'll see!" 
 
 {Enter Mayor L. U. E.) 
 
 Mayor. — " Hush ! Now's your time. The English- 
 man's 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?" 
 
 Blacksmiih — " We sha'nt be getting ourselves into 
 trouble?" 
 
 Mayor— " Trouble ?" 
 
 Blacksmith — " Yes. Burglary, bigamy, prigamy, 
 thieving, stealing, you know." 
 
 Mayor — " Sir! Am I not the Mayor of St. Brieux?" 
 
 Blacksmith—" You are. Of course, you are." 
 
 Mayor {pompously) — " Then, Sir, you are under the 
 protection of the Law — the protection of the liaw." 
 
 [^Exeunt into cottage.} 
 
 ^- 
 
 lot of sparks f What a monster 
 
lEnler L. U. E. crowd of male peasants onlyy carrying 
 the Blacksmith on tfieir shoulders* They set him down, 
 front.^ 
 
 Blacksmith—" Oh, you rascals ! You want the wine 
 already, do you. Well, well ! I'll go and aoo to it." 
 
 {Eoci^ into cottage.'] 
 
 Choms — " Burgundy Wine." 
 
 BURGUNDl? WINE! 
 
 Burgundy Wine ! Burgundy V\rino ! 
 Give us a bumper of Burgundy Wine ! 
 
 Let youth have its dances, 
 
 Enjoy all its chances, 
 But give us the cheery old wine. 
 
 The women they tease us 
 
 There's nothing can please us 
 So well as a bumper of Wine. 
 
 Burgundy Wine ! Burgundy Wine I 
 
 Give us a bumper of Burgundy Wine ! 
 
 [_At the end of first verse, reenter Blacksmith with basket 
 filled with bottles. They open them and drifik.] 
 
 Blacksmith — "Ah ! That's all right, and so's the 
 wine. Why, there are a dozen hearty laughs in each 
 gliss of that good old stuff — warranted full measure. 
 Dour me ; it's a fine thing to be a blacksmith, after all. 
 Come, I'll sing yo'i a song, myself. (Sings.) 
 
 So ■ 
 
 JUiACKSMlTli'S S( 
 
 Others m;iy talk of tiieir learni 
 
 Of their anecstoi-s, honours a 
 But for nie I hud rathe:- have C( 
 
 And contentnieiif, tliat own h 
 I've a home that is happy, a wi 
 
 In tlie village I've many a fri 
 Tvc a meal for the pooi', and a ( 
 
 And it may be a trifle to leno 
 For a blacksmith's life is the lif 
 
 Rough and ready, honest and 
 'J'hoiigh the hand may be blaoli 
 
 And the dirt's only outside^ c 
 
 Let Bonaparte brag of his glory 
 
 With battles I've nothing too 
 And glory's at best hut n llattle^ 
 
 Though I love the bold "red, 
 And if over a foe should put f'oo 
 
 And set up the standards of v 
 We'll see if this dirty old blacb 
 
 ('an't show them the way to 1 
 But u blacksmith's life is the lit 
 
 Rough and ready, honest and 
 Though the hand may be blac 
 
 And the dirt's only outside, d( 
 
 (Enter Pierre, L. U. E. ) 
 
 PrKRRE.— There miss ! You've dpn< 
 last time, the very last time. Fourtii 
 bin., four times, and I asked her not. 
 bow can you be so cruel to one 
 dearly ! I'll go away, go ofi' to sea 
 t.he will remember her poor old faitl 
 
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 iACK8MlTirs SONG. 
 
 iillx of tiieir leai-nin.ijf and wealth, 
 •ostoi's, lionours and rank ; 
 lad rather have comfort and health, 
 tnient, that own half the bank, 
 lat is happy, a wife who 18 dear, 
 l^e I've many a friend, 
 r the |>ooi', and a enp of good cheer, 
 be a trifle to lena. 
 lith's life is the life for me, 
 ready, honest and free;" 
 md may be black, it's the hand oi' a 
 
 man, 
 t's only outside, deny it who can I 
 
 bi'ag of his glory and'fame,' 
 s I've nothing to do ; 
 : best but a battledore gnmi', 
 »ye the bold " red, white, and blue. " 
 foe should put foot on our land, 
 the standards of war, 
 is dirty old blacksmithy hami, 
 them the way to the floor, 
 Lith's life is tho life for me, 
 i-eady, honest and i'vi^e ; 
 and maybe black, it's tho hand of u 
 
 man, 
 t's only outside, deny it who can ! 
 
 (Bwi ' t 
 
 U. E. } 
 
 miss ! You've done it now. This is the 
 last time. Four times she danced with 
 I 1 asked her not. Oh, Marie, Marie ! 
 io ei-uel to one who loves you 8o 
 ray, go off to sea, and then perhaps 
 her poor old faithful lover, (sings) 
 
 Blacksmith. — "Now lads, give us another verse of 
 ^our song, and then be off to the dance again." 
 
 Chorus sings second verse of " Burgundy Wine." 
 
 Burgundy Wine ! Burgundy Wine I 
 Give us a bumper of Burgundy Wine ! 
 • What's life but a bubble, 
 
 All trial and trouble ! 
 Let's fill it with jolly old wine. 
 
 Then bring out your bottles; 
 
 Uncork their old throttles, 
 And pour out your Burgundy Wine. 
 
 Burgundy Wine ! Burgundy Wine I 
 
 Give us a bumper of Burgundy Wine 1 
 
 [The refrain is heard dying away as they go of. 
 Blacksmith comes down'] 
 
 Blacksmith. — "There! now they're gone! I declare 
 
 I feel all in a quiver! (drinks.) Just like apiece of 
 
 soft iron. Upset the little corporal, will they! (drinks.) 
 
 . Here's his jolly good health ! Well, we'll see 1 we'll see !" 
 
 i (Enter Mayor L. U. E.) 
 
 V Mayor. — " Hush ! Now's your time. The English - 
 
 ;.. man's 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?" 
 
 Blacksmiih — " We sha'nt be getting ourselves into 
 trouble?" 
 Mayor— "Trouble?" 
 
 Blacksmith — " Yes. Burglary, bigamy, prigamy, 
 thieving, stealing, you know." 
 
 Mayor—" Sir! Am I not the Mayor of St. Brieux?" 
 Blacksmith—" You are. Of course, you are." 
 Mayor (pompously) — " Then, Sir, you are under the 
 protection of the Lnw — the protection of the Law." 
 
 [^Exeunt into Cottage.] 
 
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21 
 
 YOU'LL THINK OF ME. 
 
 Denv love, despite your ci'iiel words, . 
 
 T know your heart is true, 
 You cannot help but lov^e me, Hweet, 
 
 So dearly 1 love you. 
 For I am youi's, and you are mine. 
 Though seas may roll between, 
 And other stars may on me shine; 
 You'll think of what has been. 
 When 1 am far away, dear. 
 
 Far, far away at sea, 
 AVhen dark night follows day, dear, 
 Ah, then you'll think of me. . 
 
 You'll say whate're his faults may be 
 
 He ever loved me well. 
 True hearts are worth a woman's smile • 
 
 The pearl out-lives its shell. 
 And you will call, and I shall come, 
 
 My darling, back again 
 To that sweet side, my own swcc-cheart, 
 Which now I leave in pain. 
 When I am tar awu^', dear. 
 
 Far, far awa}^ at sea. 
 When dark night follows day, dear. 
 Ah, then j^ou'll think of me. 
 
 \[At close of. soiig he is going ojf R. xvhen the Mairey Blackumilh and 
 larie enter frovi house carrying DuvaVs portmanteau , which they set 
 fwn C] 
 
 l>j.ACKSMrni, — Hullo ! Pierre, lad, where are you off 
 ? 
 
 Pierre. — I ? Oh I was only going for a walk. (Marie 
 
 ohs at him, he turns away.) ' « 
 
 Blacksmith. — Well, stay. We're going to search that 
 
 igUshman's baggage while he's away at the dance. Do 
 
 )u know, he is a rank conspirator! Why, we might 
 
 II have been murdered in our beds I Puffed i>ut like a 
 
 |f>t of sparks ! What a monster \ . • . 
 
ii 
 
 22 
 
 Pierre. — (To Marie.) There 1 I told you ao ! and 
 would'nt believe me. Now, who was right ? 
 
 POETMANTEAU QUAKTETTE. 
 
 {Marie, Pierre, the Blacksmith and the Maire.) 
 
 All. Quick, quick, before he comes back, 
 
 Quick, quiciv, open his pack, 
 Pick the lock oi* turn the key, 
 We shall see what we shall see. 
 
 Maire. Stand back, good people, I'm the Maire 
 Of course it's I must see what's there. 
 
 [Kneels on one side of tlie Portmanteau^ C, the rest standing 
 kneeling, R, ^ L. of him.'] * 
 
 Coats, waistcoats, linen, that's all right. 
 What's this ? Here's something tied up tight- 
 A lady's portrait, done in chalk, 
 An empty bottle, and a cork (smells bottle.) 
 Contents, hair oil, in all his boots ! ' > 
 
 A pistol, so I thought, he shoots. 
 A brush and comb, a box of pills, 
 A toothbrush and a pile of bills, 
 A pipe, a picture of a horse, 
 A pair of spurs, and whip, of course, 
 A lady's slipper, I declare ! 
 .And why, what's this ? (opens a large brown paj 
 
 parcel.) Some locks of hair ! 
 A book, fine books the fellow reads I 
 Tobacco and some famous weeds. 
 Upon my word a very good cigar, (puts cigar 
 
 his pocket.) 
 At last, here are his papers, (pulls out packet). 
 
 
 Ii 
 
 All, 
 
 Ah !... 
 
 Maire.-t-Now then, I'll translate them for you. 
 Blacksmith. — (admiringly.) What a fine thing it 
 
 !l 
 
23 
 
 )ld you ao I and yor 
 as right ? 
 
 RTKTTB. 
 ind the Maire.) 
 
 [have an education, to be sure. Why I can't even retid 
 m 1 (they all gaiher round the Maire.) 
 Iaire.— (re^at/i.) " The count in ^[miQ hni'Q,'' Ah hero 
 
 iilliH, my friends 
 
 thought 80 ! 
 
 The Count is quite 
 
 Hfllc. That's the Count de Provence ! " Bony has'nt 
 
 aleluince.". That's Bonaparte ! here's treason ! here's 
 
 a;Conspiracy ! " Put all the mone}' you can lay hands 
 
 oi, on the old horse. He'll win ! " Old horse," indeed I 
 
 ^at's their way of hiding the real names. "We'll 
 
 a^onish the country bumpkins...." the country bump- 
 
 s indeed ! That's me ! me ! We shall see whether the 
 
 ntry bumpkins wont astonish you. "It will be a 
 
 hfk thing. There's a pot of money in it. We shall 
 
 li^d 10,000 at least, if it's kept dark." 10,000! Whew I 
 
 ■V|(iy that's an army ! lie must be arrested and send 
 
 u, C, the rest standing 6;t^>aris at once, this generalissimo of conspirators. 
 
 'akie.— AiTCst Monsieur Duval ? 
 
 IRE.— Of course I Perhaps, though on second 
 ughts, we had better wait till night. There are so 
 ny strangers. in the crowd to-day. They may bo his 
 federates. I suspect that dressmaker is in it too. 
 '11 have her searched. Hush, don't say a word. 
 
 nes back, 
 k, 
 
 ^ey, 
 I see. 
 
 m the Maire 
 hat's there. 
 
 s all right. 
 
 ig tied up tight — 
 
 ilk, 
 
 (smells bottle.) 
 
 oots ! ' > 
 
 lots. 
 
 .ills, 
 
 Is, 
 
 |course, 
 
 a large brown pape/ 
 lir ! • 
 
 'eads I 
 ^ds. 
 Mgar, (puts cigar in] 
 
 his pocket.) 
 mils out packet). 
 
 Ah I... 
 
 lem for you. 
 a fine thing it is 
 
 s coming. 
 
 (( 
 
 HUSH. " (Quartette.) 
 (Marie, Pierre, the Blacksmith and the Maire.) 
 
 Hush ! hush ! hush ! hush 1 
 
 Don't speak so loud. 
 Hush ! hush ! hush ! hush ! 
 ^ Beware the crowd. 
 
 Arrested he, 
 It's clear, must be. 
 The secret keep 
 Till he's asleep. 
 We'd better go, 
 Go, go, go, go. 
 
 VEzeunt in different directions, Blacksmith carrying portmanteau. 
 Iter Madame Barrie L. U. E. she looks back L. as she ent€rs,'\ 
 
4lill 
 
 
 l\i 
 
 I 
 
 'ill 
 
 24 
 
 Made. B. — How very odly Iho Mai re looked Jit m 
 jUNt in)\v. I woiulei' ii'lio has (liHcovered aiiythinii^. N* 
 that's irn[)()ssihle. Hesidc->, J <.'an do anythiiii;; I j)lo.'l^tl 
 with liirn. J think I'll tell Charley who 1 am thou,i;h, 
 iiii^lil want a friend. Ah, here he eonies. (Enter 1) j 
 cal It.) Monsieur Duval ! I want to usk you a fj[ne.stioi 
 
 Duval. — A dozen if you will. 
 
 Madk. B. — Would you do mo a sei's iee / 
 
 Duval. — Cei'tainly. I wish, though, you would tc^ 
 me who you really are. You arc not a dressmakoi^ 
 Come now ! 
 
 Made. B. — VWdl, you'll j)romise that you'll never tc^I 
 anyone. (Beckons hhn close.) Tarn. (Aside.) Shali 1 
 No 1 wont ! (Aloud.) I am, Sir, (whispering.) 
 
 lhjv\h.—(Ea(jerli/.) Yes? "« 
 
 Made B. — A woman ! 
 
 Duval. — (aside) Disappointing 
 Madame that is ([uite eru)ugh, you 
 
 Mad. B. — (Aside.) he's eharmint!; 
 liim, (Aloud.) I'll tell you really who T am. 
 
 Duval. — 1 know I a woman! and mv 
 
 friend. What do you want me to do ? 
 
 Made B. — 1 am the Comtesse de Beaudi-y. *"' 
 
 DiTVAL. — (Starts.) The Comtesse de Beaudiy ! rho 
 yoi? must be i^ 
 
 Made B. — Your cousin Marv, \vho has remember*"' 
 her cousin Charley better than he lier, in s])iteoftc:. 
 yeai's. 
 
 Duval. — Why May ! you darlijjg ! Fancy my not itci 
 gnising you. ]^ut I did though. I said I luid seen yo H 
 befoi'e, did'nt 1 ? [tries to take her hand — she evades him. 
 
 Mad. B. — <Jentlv, cousin Charle\', you must i\ 
 member that i am no longer the kitten you used 1 '^ 
 play with years ago, but a staid sober widow. 
 
 Duval. — Oh you ai-e a widow ! 
 
 Mad. B. — Yes, my unhappy married life ended soni 
 
 years ago in those teri'tl)le days of tlie Bevolution. Ali % 
 
 no wonder you did not recognise me ! I have chaiigo | 
 
 sadly grown old and plain. | 
 
 Duval. —You' re more charming than ever ! 1 
 
 creature ! (alom^^ 
 
 may command irn ^ 
 
 I really must tru>!'W 
 
 be 
 
 unclu 
 
25 
 
 ire looked at n . 
 
 D(l anythinir. N( Jfl^^- ^' — I • why I was a wHsliorwoman all tlinmi;li 
 
 mvthiui;- l'j)lo;bt%^Kcign of Terror. 
 
 lo J am tliou"li, I)i'VAL. — Ami a dressmaker now. 
 
 mcs. (Enter 1) $Iai). B. — And the Comtesne de Boamhy again soon. 
 
 k yon a fincstioi J^I'VAL. — Ah, we shall see about that. Yon may 
 
 change your name. But why did you never Avrite us ? 
 ee f |klAD. B. — From political reasons, I have never coin- 
 
 1, von would i(.ia§nieated with any of our familj^ except your uncle, 
 >t a dressmakii^i^ ^^^ ^^^S "1?^ forgiven me my clandestine marriage. 
 
 TSey all believe me to be dead. Indeed, I dare not 
 [ vou'll never tc^Mb^^^* ^" Prance under my own name. I am an outlaw. 
 (Aside.) Shali 1 f)uvAT..— An outlaw ! 
 ftpen'nn.) MAD. B. — Yes, but I shall not be so long, there are 
 
 belter days coming, meantime I work and wait. 
 I^UVAL. — Then you can feel for me who have loved 
 cature ! (alouiY^ ^^^ along and waited for you all these years, 
 wn A' command jni r^-^^- ^' — ^^j w® ^^'^ both young yet. This is still 
 really must tru At ^P^'"/? *^"^^ ^^^"1* lives. Where would your lovo 
 I 5i,j'i be in the winter. (Sings.) 
 
 and mv undo' . • 
 
 iidi-y. 
 i Jicaiid: 
 
 THOUGH BUD-TIME AND THE 8PEIN(l-TTMi:. 
 
 rhc 
 
 has I'eniemberi' 
 V, in spite of tc| 
 
 moy my not rec(^ 
 I I htid seen yo| 
 —she evades him. 
 
 you must rt| 
 (en you used i] 
 vidow. 
 
 life ended Honil 
 {evolution. Ah* 
 1 have charigo| 
 
 I ever ! 
 
 Through bud-time and the s-pring-timo 
 Gay youth and happy ring time 
 
 While you and I are young, dear, 
 Then love is sweet : 
 And flowers are never faded, 
 And lives are never shaded. 
 
 And hearts are never wrung, deai*, 
 When lovers meet. 
 
 But when 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 nor flowers 
 To cheer these hearts of ours 
 
 Through winter dark and cold, dear, 
 Will your love last ? 
 
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 r'hen conicH front aiul blow-time 
 
 
 Duetto. 
 
 Willi storm and nleet and niiow-time, 
 And yon and 1 gi'ow old, dear, 
 And cares come last ; 
 With neither sun nor flowers 
 To cheer these heai'ts of ours. 
 
 Through winter dark and cold, dear, 
 \ Will your love last, | 
 I My love will last, j 
 
 [At the clone of the Duett a note its thrown out of the cottage windotr, if 
 JittlH at their feet. Jhival picks it up.] 
 
 Duval. — Wliat's this ! (reads). " l)')nt appear to take 
 any notice, hut you are watched. The Maire is going 
 to have you and madame arrested and searched. Your 
 friend Marie " 
 
 Mad. B. — Searched ! [r/s/^/e] he's found me out I 
 
 Duval. — Arrested ! This must be a joke. 
 
 Mad. B. — No it is'nt. I know ! U's uU my fault. 1 
 have got you into ti'ouble by talking with you so much. 
 
 Duval. — You ! how ? 
 
 Mad. B — AVell I may as well tell you everything. 
 That letter was froru the Comte de Provence. 
 
 Duval. — And you are ? 
 
 Mad. B. — Precisely !... 
 
 Duval. — Have you got that letter with you ? 
 
 Mad. B. — My own })art 1 have ; the cnclosui'e I sent 
 o!f to Paris long ago, that is safe ! 
 
 Duval. — How ? 
 
 Mad. B. — The ^[aire was so obliging as to send ott 
 his own courier with it. {lauijhing.) 
 
 Duval. — {laughing,) 1 see ! woman's wit against the 
 world ! but give me that letter. 
 
 Mad. B.— What will you do with it? They will see 
 you. 
 
 Duval. — I'll eat it, [takes a saridwieh, putting the letter 
 u'4d6h^'She^(fimshi^i mutimsly, inside. Leaning over ioBte 
 1(%MexJ^ ijfm^irt Mary, tell me T nlay hope ! 
 
DuVAi..— I'll eat it. 
 
 Mad. B.— Kat it! 
 
 DovAL. — Yes, why not? (poiuts to table) Here every- 
 thing's ready. I'll make a sandwich of it. (^SUa at table 
 and cuts bread,) 
 
 Mad B. — How you must have improved since I saw 
 you last. You had no taste tor literature then. 
 
 DuvAii — At all events I shall he a man of letters now, 
 thanks to your bright eyes. 
 
 Mad. B.— {Ofering butter on a knife.) Butter. 
 
 Duval. — (Not seeing it.) No it isn't. (iSees butter.) 
 Oh, I beg pardon. (Takes butter.) Is anylx)dy coming 
 yet ? 
 
 Mad. \i.—(Lookin<j of, L.) Not yet. Make haste 
 
 though. 
 
 Duval. — I say, ('ousin Mary, tell me I may hope. 
 
 1>uval. — My dear monsieur le Mairc, allow me to 
 otter you a sandwich, true, I cannot particularly re- 
 commend them, they'i'e very tough. 
 
 Mad. B. — Ah, my dear monsieur le Maire (laufjhiiKi) 
 where have you been hiding yourself? You never came 
 to ask me for a dance. 
 
 Maire. — I'll give 3'ou a dance presently, madame, an<l 
 you too, monsieur, (to Duval) 
 
 Dt val. Thanks, but I dont dance slow dances. 
 
 Maire. Never fear, the one I propose will be fast 
 enough for your taste, (unfolds proclamation) 
 
 Mad. B. — (Aside to Duval.) He means mischief. 
 
 Duval. — (Aside) Old porcupine ! let him ! 
 
 Maire. (Reads.) " a most dangerous conspirator 
 and pronounced Royalist is known to be now somewhere 
 in disguise on the western coast. She is in communica- 
 tion with the Comte de Provence, and probably carries 
 valuable papers. See that all suspicious persons are 
 immediately arrested and closely searched. She has a 
 slight scar on her left arm, and her real name is the 
 Comtesse de Beaudry." (Made Barrie gives a slight start.) 
 Ah, you turn pale, Madame Barrie ! Widow Barrie ! man- 
 tua-maker, from Paris! Oblige me, Madame Barrie, man- 
 tuamaker, from Paris, by uncovering that charming left 
 arm of yours, (he tries to take her hand. She hastily 
 withdi'aws it.) So ! so ! 
 
 J\Iad B. — Sir, you are rude ! 
 
»..• 
 
 Maii 
 viinl i< 
 
 » \^ie<ias). " Dont appear to tiiko 
 
 smy iiotk'w, l»iit you are watclied. The Mairo in goiii^jf 
 to have you and inadame arrested and searched. Your 
 fVieiul Marie " 
 
 Mad. B. — Seai'C'lied ! [<^/s/V/e] he's found me out ! 
 
 Duval. — Arrested ! This must be a joke. 
 
 Mad. B. — Xo it is'nt. I know ! It's all my fault. I 
 have got y(ju into ti-ouble by talkijig with you so much. 
 
 Duval. — You ! how ? 
 
 Mad. B — Well I u\ay as well tell you everything. 
 That letter was IVom the Comte de Provence. 
 
 Duval. — x\n<l you are ? 
 
 Mad. B. — Precisely !... 
 
 Duval. — Jlave 3'ou got that letter with you ? 
 
 Mad. B. — My own j)art I liave ; the enclosui-c J sent 
 olf to Paris long ago, that is safe I 
 
 Duval. — How ? 
 
 Mad. B. — The ^faire was so obliging as to send ott 
 his own courier with it. {lauyhing.) 
 
 J)uvAL. — (laughing,) 1 see ! woman's wit against the 
 world ! but give me that letter. 
 
 Mad. B.— What will you do with it? They will see 
 you. 
 
 Duval. — I'll eat it, [takes a sattdwiek, putting the letter 
 xc4ikii siw ■give9 -Mm mutionsly, inside. Leaning over toBle 
 /ft»J!ia;^.>40mtf«tirr Mary, tell tile T n\ay hope ! 
 
 i,.;| 
 
21 
 
 Mad. B.— Porluips ! 
 
 Di'VAL.— IM oat Hf'ty letters, all stitf' parclimeut, a 
 yard lon/^', with that tor a relish ! Fortimatelv this is 
 Viii'V thin ]mi)or. Then the silk business ? .' 
 
 Mai». H. — Is the restoration of the rii^httul heir to the 
 throne of France, the ('omte do Provenee. 
 
 ]>UVAL. — By Jove, then I'm an active i)artner in the 
 concern. (Bcfjim to eat.) I'm swallowing' the protils 
 ulrea*ly. 
 
 [Enter the Maire, lilnckamith and Pierre. L. Duval hows to the Mahe 
 ironically, still eating.} 
 
 DuvAL. — My dear monsieur le Mairc, allow me t(» 
 otter you a sandwich, tru«', I cannot ])articularly I'e- 
 commend them, they'i'c very touj^h. 
 
 Mad. B. — Ah, my dear monsieur le Maire (law/hhuj) 
 where have you been hiding yourself? You never came 
 to ask me for a <lance. 
 
 Maire. — I'll give you a dance presently, ma<lame, and 
 you too, monsieur, (to Duval) 
 
 Dtval. Thanks, but I <lont dance slow dances. 
 
 Mafre. Never fear, the one T pi'opose will be fast 
 enough for your taste, {unfolih jvoclamation) 
 
 Mad. B. — (Aside to Duval.) He means mischief. 
 
 Duval. — (Aside) Old ])orcupine ! let him ! 
 
 Maire. (Beads.) " a most <langerous conspirator 
 and pronounced lioj^alist is known to be now somewhere 
 in disguii^e on the western coast. She is in communica- 
 tion with the Comte de Provence, and probably carries 
 valuable papers. See that all suspicious persons are 
 immediately arrested and closely searched. She has a 
 slight scar on her left arm, and her real name is the 
 Comtesse de Beaudry." (Made Barrie gives a slight start.) 
 Ah, you turn pale, Madame Barrie ! Widow Barrie ! man- 
 tua-maker, from Paris! Oblige me, Madame Barrie, man- 
 tuamaker, from Paris, by uncovering that charming left 
 arm of yours, (he tries to take her hand. She hastily 
 withdraws it.) So ! so ! 
 
 Mad B. — Sir, you are rude ! 
 
28 
 
 Maire. — Cluirmiiig widow ! fascinating widow ! you 
 wcre'nt veiy civil to me Just now. It's my turn. 
 (hums) " Say yes, yes, yes." 
 
 Mad B. (hums) " Say no, no, no." I refuse, mon- 
 sieur. Certainly not ! How dare you ! You insult me 
 because I am only a mantua-maker, as you know very 
 well. Ifl were this Countess of yours I warrant you 
 would speak ditterently. What ! do I look like a 
 (yountcss ? Indeed ! (walks across the stage ungracefully/.) 
 J)o 1 speak like a Countess? (speaking coarsely.) Have I 
 the airs of a Countess ? JS^o monsieur, I am one of the 
 l)eople. May all Countesses get their deserts, I say. 
 
 Maire. — (slowly and rarcastlcally.) Very well, wait 
 Madame, I'll call one of the people to examine you. 
 (goes up back and beckons off. L.) 
 
 Mad. B. — (aside, to Duval) Never fear, I can ma- 
 nage my mare Capital fun is'nt it? 
 
 Duval. — (aside) Well I dont know, you've got a big 
 jump to sit, take it steadily, give her her head. 
 
 Mad. B. — (aside) Not I ! 1 always ride on the cui-b. 
 You'll see what a splendid hand I have. 
 
 iDuring tfie foref/ointf asides, the chorus has br Mmg in L. U. £.'] 
 
 3Iad. B. — (Turning to the chorus and interrupting the 
 Maire who is going to speak) Friends, our good Maire 
 called you to hear a little song which he wants me to 
 sing to you. (aside to Maire) You'd better I'mtidn. (Sings.) 
 
 THE MAIEE OF ST. BRIEUX. 
 
 A Maire of St. Brieux, so my story goes, 
 
 AVas but five foot four when he stood on his toes ; 
 
 He was sixty-nine, and he wore a wig, 
 
 But though he was little, his wishes were big, 
 
 He was tired, he said, of a bachelor life, 
 
 He wanted a nurse, but he wished for a wife j 
 
 ILow shall I marry ? and what shall I do ? 
 
 AVhat shall I do? said the Maire of St. Brieux. 
 
 Gallant and gay out he wandered to court, 
 C^uite irresistible too, so bethought : 
 
 He wa.' 
 And hi; 
 His ey( 
 Bheum 
 Asthm: 
 A funn 
 
 A pret 
 And th 
 He vox 
 So cha 
 (.^ould'i 
 She'd 1 
 And a 
 Would' 
 
 He fell 
 The wi 
 "• Wool 
 " Grue 
 " I tha 
 '' Such 
 " Than 
 '' Alth. 
 
 [Durii 
 her atten 
 
 Mai] 
 
 that u] 
 
 most r 
 
 Mai 
 
 that ai 
 
 be the 
 
 there 
 
 added 
 
 royalii 
 
 Mai 
 
 Mai 
 
 Mai 
 
lie was old, he was ugly, and silly as well, 
 
 And his name it was, — Ah, would you like me to tell ? 
 
 llis eyes they went in, but his teeth" they were out ; 
 
 Jihcumaties he'd had, and a touch of the gout, 
 
 Asthma besides, and the tic doulereux : 
 
 A funny old man was the maire of St. Brieux. 
 
 A pretty young widow came trav'ling that way. 
 And the mayor fell in love, head and ears in a day ] 
 lie vowed that he never had seen such a one. 
 So charming a widow, not under the sun : 
 (vould'nt she, would'nt she marry a Maire ? 
 She'd have silks, and brocades, and fine satins to wear. 
 And a gallant gay husband, if not very new, 
 Would'nt she marry the maire of St. Brieux ? 
 
 He fell on his knees with a groan, then he sighed — 
 
 The widow looked down with a laugh, then replied : 
 
 "■ Wooing and cooing are out of your line 
 
 " Gruel and physic are not, sir, in mine ; 
 
 '' I thank you, kind sir, but I'd rather not wed 
 
 '' Such a funny old man with no hair on his head ; 
 
 " Thank you, kind sir, but I can't marry you 
 
 '' Although you're the gallant, gay Maire of St. Brieux. 
 
 [Duriwj this song the Maire fias been very uneasy, trying to attract 
 her attention. At its close he brings her to the front.) 
 
 • 
 
 Maire. — My dear Madame Barrie, a funny story 
 that upon my word. If it were true now it would be 
 most ridiculous. 
 
 Mad. B. — Such a silly old man was'nt he ? to think 
 tliat any pretty woman would marry him. He would 
 be the laughing stock of all Paris if the story got out 
 there with his name to it, particularly when it was 
 added that he has regularly been forwarding letters to 
 royalists in Paris from the Comte de Provence. 
 
 Maire. — What ! Those letters of yours were 
 
 Mad. B. — Precisely. 
 
 Maire. — And you are really this Comtcsse ! 
 
30 
 
 Mad. B.—l really am. Come ! Shall I tell these iro(Kl 
 folks all about it ? 
 MAiRE.—Why I shall be niiiieil ! 
 Mad. B. — Most certainly. 
 
 Maire,— They would make nothing of. (Makes sian 
 of guillotine.) 
 
 Mad. B.— Oh ! nothing. I see we shall understand 
 one another perfectly. 
 
 Maire. — Allow me to admire your cleverness. Madame 
 the game is yours, but, {aiipealingly.) You wont stay 
 here ? 
 
 Mad. B.— (Archly.) AVhat ! tired of the charmint? 
 w^idovvr Barrie already ! 
 
 {Crosses to Duval. Blackmith comes fonoard) 
 
 BLACKSMrTn.--I say, what about this arrest? 
 Maire.— It wont come off. It's all a mistake. 
 
 Blacksmith.— But, Monsieur le Maire 
 
 ^L\ire. — Can you keep a secret ! 
 Blacksmith.— Like an anvil. 
 
 lAA.mY..~( Taking him by the arm.) You're a fool ! 
 (Blacksmith starts.) And I'm another. Shake hands ! 
 
 ( They shake hands, and Blacksmith goes back looking puzzled 
 Enter Marie, running, with letter.) 
 
 Marie.— Monsieur Buval ! monsieur Duval ! here's 
 your letter., 
 
 I>uyAL.~(Takes it' hastily and tears it open, reads.) 
 
 "Honored Sir. All right! The Count w^on in a 
 canter. I told you Bony could'nt stav. Come over as 
 quick as possible. I'm on Tom Tiddlers' ground, here, 
 picking up gold and silver as fiist as I can. 
 
 Yours, 
 
 BENDIGO BROWN. 
 
 >> 
 

 31 
 
 Hurrah ! Bravo ! the Count has won the Derby ! 
 (Goes round shaklny hands.) Two thousand pounds 
 dear ! Hurrah ! 
 
 Maire. — What's that ? Then you're not a Conspira- 
 tor ? 
 
 Duval. — Conspirator ! 1 ! Wliy, of course not. 
 
 Maire. — And " Bony " and the " Count " are ? 
 
 Duval. — Horses ! VVliat else should they be ? 
 
 Maire. — (Coming front, aside.) It strikes me that I 
 am not v^ery much unlike one myself. (Makes signs of 
 having long ears.) What a mess I have made of it ! 
 Of course he's a horse Jockey. These Englishmen 
 always are, when they are not prize lighters. Well, 1 
 hav'nt committed myself, fortunately. [ Jb audienee."] 
 No one knows what an ass I am, except you. You'll 
 keep the secret, wont you? \hums.'] " Say Yes, yes, yes." 
 [ Two girls advance from chorus icith wreaths of roses, they 
 place a ivreath on his head.'\ 
 
 FINAL CHORUS. 
 
 Madame B. 
 Duval. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 Maire. 
 
 Marie. 
 Pierre. 
 
 Blacksmith. 
 
 Hail ! hail ! hail ! hail ! 
 Hail to his honour the Maire of St Brieux. 
 
 Garlands we bring and roses we strew. 
 Hail to his Honour the Maire of St. Brieux, 
 The Maire of St. Brieux, the Maire of St. Brieux, 
 Hail to his Honour the Maire of St. Brieux. 
 
 Maire. 
 
 Thanks, my good friends, for the honour you do, 
 Take, pray, the thanks of the Maire of St. Brieux. 
 
 \aside.'\ If his proceedings these folks only knew, 
 They would'nt honour the Maire of St. Brieux. 
 
32 
 
 Dtjval. 
 
 Dear Monsieur le Maire, though jTm pick out a spy, 
 And see through a plot with that wonderful e^^e. 
 . Come my dear sir, now, between me and you, 
 Are you so clever, friend Maire of St. Brieux ? 
 
 Blacksmith. 
 
 What it all means is more than I know, 
 Blacksmiths of course are thick headed and slow, 
 • All that I've learnt, why I long ago knew, 
 /am the ass ; ijou're the Maire of St. Brieux. 
 
 Pierre. 
 
 Please Monsieur le Maire I've a secret to tell. 
 
 Marie.— [P2///% Mm hack.'] 
 
 Will you be quiet ? I'm not \ery well ! 
 
 Pierre. 
 
 Say that you'll marry me, then, if I dont ! 
 
 Marie. 
 
 What sir ! you force me ! Ah, well then, I wont ! 
 
 Pierre.— [(/oe.s toicards Maire, she pulls Mm hack.] 
 
 Yes I will ! there's my hand. If I do marry yon. 
 Dont you tell tales to the Maire of St. Brieux. 
 
 Widow B.—\^Archly,] 
 
 " Fair widow I "—you know the rest; 
 Pray never mind, you did your best ; 
 i^ext time you ask sa^^ something new, 
 Gallant gay bachelor Maire of St." Brieux. 
 
 Maire. — [to audience] 
 
 What an escape I have had to be sure ! 
 Once I get clear, I'll not try any more, 
 
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 If I had married a woman like that, 
 
 She would have led me the life of a cat, 
 
 Moral : — a widow is be»t left alone, 
 
 She'll haA^e her own way, and you will have norie. 
 
 So should a widow neem charming to you. 
 
 Think of the ftite of the Maire of St. Brieux. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 Hail ! hail ! hail ! hail ! 
 Hail to his Honour the Maire of St. Brieux. 
 
 Garlands we bring and roses we strew. 
 Hail to his Honour the Maire of St. Brieux, 
 The Maire of St. Brieux, the Maire of St. Brieux, 
 Hail to his Honour the Maire of St. Brieux. 
 
 CURTAIN. 
 
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