4839 ^. 1801 ; X :e z J3 o o > 55 3D > 33 < Knbl9 Lodoiska THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES FREDERIC THOMAS BLANCHARD ENDOWMENT FUND L O D O I S K A; OPERA IN THREE ACTS, - AS PERFORMED BY HIS MAJESTY'S SERVANTS AT THE THEATRE ROYAL, DRURY LANE, FOR THE FIRST TIME On Monday, June 6, 1794. WRITTEN BY J. P. KEMBLE. THE MUSIC, COMPOSED AND SELECTED FROM CHERUBIM, KREUTZER, AND ANDREOSSI. BY MR. STORAGE. The Third Edition, LONDON: PRINTED FOR G. AND J.*ROBINSOX, PATIRNOSTKR-ROW- 1801. /,'[ ... ;^r< :'riT 'S, fiIBypn, Prinear, ttliMMCiMtt, Fleec-arct. ' 7! >^ '' ACT I. Th* Scene is painted hy Mr. Greenwood and hit Assittants. ACT II. Tlie Scene is painted by Mr. Malt on, and Messrs. Lupino oad Dbmakia, his AsdstaiUs* ACT III. Jht Scenes are paitited by Mr. Greenwood, and the Ma-> chinery is invented by Mr. Cabanel. The Dresses and Decorations are designed and executed by Mr. Johnstone and MissKeiv. 9581Si The Charadters are, polanders. Prince Lupauski Mr, Aickin Count FloreskI Mr. Kelly Baron Lovinski Mr. Palmer Varbel r Mr. Su ett Adolphus Mr, Caulfield Gustavus Mr. Trueman Sebastian Mr. Fairbrotkek Michael Mr. Bland Casimir Mr. Benson Stanislaus Mr. Webb 1st Page . Master Welsh 2d Page .. Master Gregson Princess Lodoiska Mrs. Crouch. CAPTIVES. Mrs. Bland, Miss De Camp, Miss Miller, Miss Leak, Miss Arne, Miss Redhead, Mrs. Bramwell, Miss Granger, Miss Wrighten, Miss C. Wrighten, Miss Menage, Miss Stageldoir, Miss Chatterley, Miss Gawdry, Mrs. Butler, Mrs. BoimasoB, MissPav)es,.&c. &c. Guards and Attendants, TARTARS. Kera Khan Mr. Barrymore Ithorak Mr. Dignum Khor Mr. Sedgwick Japhis Mr. Bannister Kajah Mr. C. Kemble Tamuri Mr. Banks Camazin Mr. Bo i m a s o K. THE HORDE. Mr. Cooke, Mr. Danby, Mr. Lyons, Mr. Maddocks, Mr. Phillimorc, Mr. Welsh, Mr. Dorion, Mr. Dorion, jun. Mr. Evans, Mr. Hamoir, Mr. Bourke, Mr. G. D'Egville, Mr. Butler, Mr. Whitmill, Mr. Ni- choiini, Mr. Keys, &c. &c. L O D O I S K A. r .i , ACT I. onr. ^' '. Q V E RT URE; 1 J'; :. -^ -...^^:r. - The AB begins towards Jun-fet -, the Scene lies upott the borders of Poland, and reprefents a moated cafile in the Forejl of Ofiropol. ^ CHORUS qf TARTARS. Ithorak Khor. JLET's advance j we fee no danger. All around is huHi as night. ' Japhis and other Tartars. To each heart pale fear's a ftranger, . Honour bids us to the fight. Kera Khan, Kajah, Tamuri, Camazin, and The reft of the Tartars. CHORUS^HORDE. Kera Khan, whene'er you head us, Dauntlefs to the charge we go ; Gallant chief, then inftant lead us On to conqueft, and our foe, B Kera a LODOISkA. Kera Khan. Here, my friends, here Hands the caftle of Lovinlki.-^This cruel Polander is the f(X)urge of his own little territory, and a devour- ing plague to our Tartar tribes j but the hour of retribution is at hand. We are too few to ftorm it now. To-morrow's dawn I lofe time- attend! Line all the outlets of the for eft, and feize on every pafTenger you meet with ; but, I command you, fpare the lives of thofe who fall into your hands. Remember, my brave com- rades, the innocent (hould never fuffer for the guilty, nor muft we purchafe our revenge at the price of juftice and humanity. To your pofts !- begone! \_Exeunt all the 'Tartars except Kera Khan and Ithorak.] The day declines apace ; much is to be done before morning. No ftragglers to give information ! -no watch upon the towers ! the ramparts naked ! Is this fear or defign ? No matter which. Come, let us examine far- ther the fituation of this devoted fortrefs. [^Exeunt, Enter Count Floreski. vv-< JIR. -.- Lodoiika, wide over the ^vorld I'll roam, till I find thee, my Fairj Thy charms (hall banifli Cold defpair: Lovers torch fhall illume The defert's thick glo m, <. And guide with cheering ray Thy pilgrim's doubtful way. But LODOISKA- 3 But, alasl . >i , .. .-.i .y Should cruel deftiny ordain, That our true love ' Mull haplefs prove, And vp^e are ne'er to meet again j It's malice I'll defy. And for my Lodoilka die. [Enter Varbel, with a Portmantua.'] Varhel Vaftly well, Sir, vaftly vv^ell ; you feem in tip-top fpirits : fing away, fing away. I told you I faw the portmantua fall ; but the Tartars have gallop'd clear off with the poor beads ; I thought them as fafe gracing there as if they had been in our own ftables. Well, we have mifs'd the road to the village, and here we are, wand'ring on foot, in the heart of the foreft of Oftropol. Count. It was your fault that they difcovered the horfcs. . Varhel. Yes, and it was my fault too that they did not difcover us. A houfe ! then all my fears are over. I thought we ihould never have found an end to this black wood -, and, to tell you the truth, I had made up my mind to the comfort- able profped of pafling the night in the arms of one of the bears that were howling about us. "Won't you go in. Sir ? though I fee nobody there to open the door to us. Count. I (hall gain no intelligence in this fe- queftered corner. I don't know what to do. ' B 2 Varhel, I; O D O I S K A. Varhel. I know what you diould not have donoj you fliouldn^t have giv'n your vote to a candidate who was oppos'd by your miftrefs's proud father, Coimt. Not given it ? Called to the eledlion of a kingjvhoncfur exacted the performance of my promife; my friend obtained the crown of Po- land ; I dtfcharged my duty to my country \ and we (lioiild hold every facrifice cheap, to main- tain a good man on a throne. Varbel. Very true, Sir ; but, all of a fudden, you feem to forget, that, for that very reafon, prince Lupaufki has difcharged himfelf of his promife to give you his daughter Lodoilka. Count. Cruel father ! Why fo myfteriouiQy con- ceal the place of her retreat ? Varbel. But, dear Sir, confider, flie can't be conceal'd for ever. Now wou'dn!t it be more natural to get t)ack to Warfaw as fafl: as we can, and wait there, 'till her father fends for the prin- cefs home again ? It muft happen fooner or later. That's certainly the bed way; and, for my part, I won't budge a ftep further for all the Lodoij(kas in Chriftendoni. ^: '-Couni. Is this your regard, your fidelity ? Come on this moment, or' Varbel. Sir, recolle61:, we have faded all day : I can't live upon love, if you can j I am almofl ftarv'd,and I muft eat. I did not fetch the port- mantua for nothing. 1 can't ftir. Count. Wretch ! you are for ever embittering ^ my L O D O I S K A. my griefs with your upbraidings! Why wou'd you follow me? Farbel. Why ? why wou'd I follow you ? Why becaufe my heart got the better of my h^ad, and made me refolve, in fpite of common fenfe, to ac- company your fearch, that I might carry half the load of your griefs for you^ Count. Forgive me, my true fellow. - Farbel, Come, don't be melancholy; I won't eat, if you don't like it. I muft try to divert him.. It's I that have mofl: caufe to be out of fpirits: every thing going on fo fmooth with the old prince, the happy morning fix'd with the young princefs, there was I pra6tifmg how to behave myfelf, as mailer of the ceremonies, among the muficiansji fingers, dancers, lords and ladies, on your wedding day. " SONG, I. Hark ! hark! the mufic Oh! charming dinning! The guefts are feated. They're all beginning With the dancing fiddle, Shrill-fqueaking hautboy. The tinkling harp too. Soft am'rous flute, fir. The lively trumpet. The drum fo angry, B 3 The 6 L o D o I s K a; '\ The bells fo merry, ' f The buzzing cymbal. The grumbling balTo And thefe delights Tve loft By your wedding's being croft. 11. Look, look around fir. The grave ones bridle. The youths all noddle. The maidens fidle. To the dancing fiddle. Shrill -fqueaking hautboy. The tinkling harp too. Soft am'rous flute, fir. And lively trumpet. The drum fo angry, ... ,. The bells fo merry. The buzzing cymbal, - And grumbling baflb Oh, wouldn't it vex one to mifs Such a ravifliing concert as this ! Count. My dear Varbel, we have lately pick'd up fome information: fearch with me but one day longer, Varbel. Heavens and earth! but where will you fearch for her ? Count. Here, every where, in every corner of the earth.^-Oh, Lodoiika ! Lodoifka ! Enter LODOISKA. 7 [Enter Kek A Khan i and It HOKAK,"] Varhel. As I hope to be fav'd. Sir, there are a couple of Tartars ! Count. With all my heart. VarheL With all your heart ! Egad, that's very pretty talking. Now, I fuppofe, if you don't cut their throats, they'll cut ours. Count. Dare you fight, Varbel? Varbel. I can't tell, I never tried. But you're a good mafter, and I'll ftandby you to the laft gafp. Ithorak. From the caftle, doubtlefs. Kera Khan. And fhall give us information. \IthQrak draws a Pi/loh which Kera Khanjirikes out of his hand,^ QUJRrETTO. Kera Khan Ithorak. yield your arms on noble quarter j Yield ; refiftance is in vain. Floreski Varbel. No; firft win them, haughty Tartar ; Bafe furrender we difdain. Kera Khan Ithorak. Yield, &c. Floreski Varbel. No, &c. [They engage. Varbel drives Ithorak before him; Kera Khan is d farmed. Varbel returns with Ithorak 'j fword. ] B 4 Kera 8 LODOISKA. Kera Khan, Thou art brave, and fhould'ft be ge- nerous; I alk my life; I fhould have fpar'd thine. Varbel. Don't believe him ; there are millions of them about : He is only laying a trap to catch you at difadvantage. Kera' Khan, Liar! Count. Hold ! I truft to your faith. \Gives him his /word, Kera Khan. Young man, my obligations to thee fhall live in my heart. \_A tumultuoui noife of "Tartars is heard, VarheL There, there, I told you foj I knew you'd throw us into the hands of thefe Tartars again, and I can't go on fighting all night. Kera Khan. Thefe Tartars are at my command. [Enter alt the Tartars^ headed hy Ithorak, Khor, Ja- PHis, Kajah, Tamuri, ^Camazin.] Halt! halt ! refpe^t thefe ftrangers; they are under my proteftion. Ithorak. Protelion! Kill the flaves.* Kera Khan. Ha! Do you growLcur? "* [ Throzvs Ithorak to the groupd. Ithorak. yitrcy \ mtxcy\.: :- Kera Khan. Arife; and let the mercy I extend teach thee too feel for others. Put up. [The Tartars allJJieathe their /words. 1 You fpar'd my life, 1 ha.ve preferv'd yours. Give me your efteem, and let L O t> O I S K A. 9 let this embrace comfirm us friends [Kera Khan and Count, Varbel and Ithorak, embrace.'] (^ount. For ever. Kera Khan. Tell me, do you belong to the caftle ? Came you from it when we attack'd you ? Count, No ; we are utter ftrangers here. Kera Khan. What is your name ? Count. I am the Count Florelki. Kera Khan. What is thy name ? Varbel. I can*t fay that I have acquired any very great name yet. Sir. I am the lowly, but faithful; 'Squire of this unhappy young gentleman. Kera Khan. Unhappy, fay 'ft thou? What can I do for thee ? Count', Nothing can relieve my woes, till I find her for whom alone I live. Kera Khan. O, love is thy complaint j that's a pain that never difturbs us Tartars -, though we love pretty women heartily too, and have plenty of them. Count. You never faw my Lodoifka. Kera Khan. Shall we condud: you on your way to her ? Count. Alas 1 I know not where to nd her. Kera Khan. What, wand'ring through thefe de- ferts afterher, without knowing where flie is to be found ? Are there no other women in the world ? Varbel. Egad, that's a very fenfible que ft ion. Count, No, none for me. Kxra 10 LODOlSKA. Kera Khan. Why then we Tartars love women better than you do ; for we are fond of all we meet with. Can I in any way alleviate thy grief? Count. Impoffible ! Kera Khan. We'll talk no more on't then ; if I cannot comfort, my curiofity fhali not affli6t, thee. I muft be gone. Once more remember thefe Grangers are our friends. QUARTETrO and CHORUS. Kera Khan, Ithorak, Khor, Japhis. We fwear, and all our hordes around us. By the fwift arrow and the bow, Tho* countlefs perils fhould furround us. Who injures them becomes our foe. Floreski. Accept our thanks, illuHrious chief. Thy faith and courage well we know. And, if it could admit relief. Such friends might foothe Florelki's woe, CHORUS-HORDE. We fwear, and all our hordes around us, By the fwift arrow and the bow, Tho' countlefs perils fliould furround us. Who injures them becomes our foe. Kera Khan. Before we part, Florefki, I wou'd yet farther deferve your regard. Think not the thirfl: of plunder drew Kera Kh?in into thefe can- tons. LODOISKA, ir tons. The baron Lovinflci, whofe caftle you be- hold Count. Lovinfki? Kera Khan. Soon fhall he feel my vengeance. I was examining the place ; and, to prevent fur- prife, had charg'd my followers to difarm, and fe- cure, ail paflengers. Knock at his gates ; he will not furely refufe a ftielter to his countrymen ; tell him you have been attacked by the Tartars, by Kera Khan he knows my name. As I cannot anfwer for all our parties that are abroad to night, I advife you to beg a lodging under his roof; but remember to fly far from it early in the morning; early in the morning; remember that. Give me your hand: Adieu, my gallant friend! Think fometimes of Kera Khan; and if ever you want his help, you ihall fee how he will ferve you. .March ! [Exeunt Kera Khan and Tartars. Varbel. Egad, thefe Tartars are fine fellows ! Counts And, for that reafon, you were going to chop off the head of their leader. Varbel, The heat of the battle ran away with me ; a man has not his courage always at com- mand. Count. Lovinfki ! -I think he's a dependant of Lodoifka's father. Varbel. Is he ? he'll be no friend of your's then ; don't think of lodging here. Do, fir, let's take a niouthful, and then pack up and return. Count. Again return! but do you as you will. Varbel. :12 L O D O I S K A. Varbel, (Taking viiuals dut of the portmantua,) Come, my dear mafterj look, under their old grated window, there's a fnug hofpitable porch for us; {Siti down in the niche!) They can't fee us here. (Eating) Are you hungry? Count. No, not I. Varbel. I am very that little tilting bout with the Tartar has fo fharpen'd my ftomach, that I cou*d eat 'gad, I believe I cou'd eat the Tartar ' himfelf. Count. An adventure of a ftrange nature ! Varbel. Don't let it furprife you too much; I dare fay it is not the laft we fliall light upon; we are in a fine train for adventures Sir, your good health ! \^AlargeJlone falls from the tower.'] Holla 1 here's an adventure already, of a nature to crack a man's crown, Are they throwing the flones of the tower at me ? I may as well leave table. 'Much oblig'd to you ; but I'm not us'd to deferts at my dinner, and always thought wall-fruit particularly unwholefome. ^ ' ' Count. Silence!' don't I fee a hand moving^ there ? Stand flill, Varbel. Varbel. Not I, indeed; if you wifh to have an old houfe about your ears, I don't. [Another Jlone falls from the tozver with a paper fajiened to it.] Count, A fecond! what can this mean? Varbel. I'll tell you: It means, that the good people here aren't fond of company who are not invited ; and this is civilly to give us notice, that, if L O D O I S K A. IJ; jf we don't decamp in a moment, we fhall have the reft of the caftle to carry away on our fhoui- ders. Cotmt. (Taking up.thefirjijlone.') What do I fee ? writing ! Varbel read, read, what is fcratch'd here.^-j^ ^5-jij j^ ^ ; ..,J) ^j^^/ . j, '.. , ; Vqrhd^ (kea^ng) "Ohy Florefki !" It i'sFlo- refki. Are you fure there are no witches in this wood ? Count. Who can know me in this folitude? Ha ! give me the other. Varbel. {Giving the fecondjione.) Ha ! here *s a Count. {Snatches the paper ^ and reads.) " Inform my father, that Lovinfki has abufed his confi- dence, and confines his Lodoifka in this " (Drops the note.) Oh, Varbel ! fhe is immur'd in that horrible tower. Varbel. Poor lady ! What a damn*d rogue that fellow muft be ! Count. My Lodoifka ! my life! my foul! I will releafe, or die for thee. Varbel ! Varbel. My lord. Count. Where is my friend ? WTiere is my Kera Khan ? call him j now, now, I demand his help. I rave, I rave alas ! he's far away. V^arbel. Ay, fo moH friends^ are when you want 'em. TRIO. ^4 L 6 D o i s k A TRIO. LoDoisKA, Count, and Varbel. Lodo. Florefki! r Count. 'Tis her voice O, blefled day ! ^ ' Vaj-b. Hufli ! where we are confider, pray.' ^ Lodo. Fly, fly? thisinftant, ere my guards appear: No power can fave thee, if they find thee here. Count. Oh, IVe a thoufand things to fay ! ' Varb. Another time, Sirj let's away. Lodo Ah, yet a little moment ftay. ^ Deareft friend,- Count. . I attend, I Varb. . . Make an end, -or I'll begone, Lodo, At midnight,-^ Count. . At midnight, : ,e:. : Varb. . . At midnight, well, well go on Lodo. You may fend, Count. .1 may fend, Varb. . . ' He may fend, fo, liften now. Lodo. What you write, Count, . What I write, Varb. . , What you write, but tell us how ? Lodo. Tie it to, Count, . Tie it to, Varb, , , Tie it to, to what, I pray ? Lodo, This ribband, Count. . What ribband ? Varb. . . A ribband ! ay, that's the way. Lodo. LODOISKA. I^ Lodo. Given by you,-^ Count, . Given to you, Varh. . . Given by you, fee, fee it there. Lodo, Which my hand, Count, . Which thy hand, Varb. . Which her hand, 'tis good, I fwear. Lodo. Shall let drop, Count. Will let drop, Varb. . . Will let drop, why fure we dream. Lodo. At thac hour, ? Count, . At that hour, Varb. . . At that hour, a charming fcheme ! Lodo. From the top, Count. . From the top, Varb. . . From the top, now I can tell. Lodo. Of the tow'r, Count. . O, Varbel! Varb. . . , Yes ; I fee it very well: LoDOISKA. Ere we part, let me remind you. Caution now muft guide your Jovei Should the tyrant's ruffians find you, 'Twould your certain ruin prove. Count. Can I go ? and have I found thee. Added torments but to prove ^? Let the tyrant's (laves furround me What is death to hopelels love ! Varbel. l6 L O DO I S K As Varbel. Come away ; let her advife you. Hear the voice of anxious love j If the tyrant's guard efpies you, 'Twill our certain ruin prove. Count. She's gone, (he's gone !-r-Treacherous Lovinfki, dearly flialt thou atone this horrid fa- crilege ! Come, let us inftantly confront the monfter. Varbel. Mercy on us ! Sir, if you appear before him in this emotion, he'll difcover you in a mo- ment, and hstng us -both up for fcare-.crows on the beams of his draw-bridge. Count. You are in the* right I have thought better j I'll be calm. Lovinlki knows me not. - Go, take the bugle, and found boldly. Varbel. Sound the- bugle ? V j^) Count. Sound, I fay ! Varbel. I'll do it. with all the breath I have in my body. [Sounds the bugle-horn, a trumpet anfwers^ and a Page ap- *' ' pears upon the ramparts.'^ Page. Speak your degree, and what your er- rand, that a(k admittance here ? Count. Gentle our breeding, and to the baron Lovinfki is our greeting. [Trumpet founds, and exi[ Page.'] At length, perhaps, I Ihall behold her ; yet may not this attempt hazard her precious fafe- ty ? [The draw-bridge is lozver^d.'] Hark ! The fe- . cret is known only to her father, and this traitor -, . let L O b O I S K A. ly let me be wary. Now obferve ; your part is only to confirm my ftory. Be bold ! Varhel. Depend on me. Count. They come. [Farbel picks up Lodoijka's note.'] . MARCH. Baron LdviNsKi, Adolphus, Gustavus, Michael, Sebastian, Casimir, Stanislaus, Two Pages, Guards and Attendants, pafs over the draw-bridge from the caftle. [The Baron Jigns to Sehajiian and Cajimir^ who take their , /words Jrom the Count and Farbe!.'] Count. Ah, coward guilt ! ^^ Varhel. There's an end of our fighting^however. Baron. Approach. Who are you ? Count. Speak I before the baron Lovinlki ? Baron. Thou doft. What are yoar- and whence came you at this late hour ?. ,., Count, We come from prince Lupau(ki ; fome Tartars, whom weercap*d by miracle, plunder'd us of our horfes on the way, and made us much fear we fliou'd not have reach'd vour caftle this night. Kera Khan Baron. That robber, who coops us within our walls ! But to your bufinefs. Count. We have ftrit orders from our prince not to communicate, but with yourfelf in private. Baron. Retire ! (Guards retire.) Adolphus ! [Count feems unwilling to /peak before Adolphus. \ conceal nothing from him. Now, where are your mailer's letters to me ? C Coimt. l5 L O D O I S K A.- , Counf. Letters, my Lord ? Baron, He feems confounded. Varbel. You forget; we told you, Sir, the Tartars plundered us of our horfes -, and, I af- fure you, they did not leave our baggage behind them^ Baron, Know'ft thou aught of their contents ? Count. O, yes, my Lord ; the prince, appre- henfive, perhaps, of our falling among the robbers in thefe woods, told us, that they contained in- quiries after his daughter Lodoilka. Baron. Lodoilka ! Has he then divulg*d the place of her retreat ? Tell me, where is Lupaufki now ? Count, Being on his progrefs to aflemble the confederates, I cannot tell precifely where he is ; but Lknow his letters likewife faid that you. might foon expeft him here. ^- ' " Baron, Here, fee him here, fay 'ft thou ? \WhiJpers Adolphus. Count. Do you obferve his looks ? Varbel. Yes, and they frighten me out of my wits. Baron. It (hall be fo. I am forry to fend your raafter fuch unwelcome news ; but you will tell him, that Lodoilka is not here. Count, Not here ? Baron. Not here. Do you mark his emotion ? [AJidCy to Adolphus,'\ To oblige the prince, I titidertook, againft my will, to guard her in this caftle L O D O I S K A. 19 fcadle from the Count Florefki : but it is now Ifo'ur days fince -fhe made her efcape from me. ' " Varbel. Four days I lying dog ! Baron. She is by this time, 1 fuppofe, in the Otitis ofher beloved Florefki >if which I fearwas impofTible flie efcapM the Tartars, that befet the forcft. Go, bear my anfwer to your mafter. Begone, \_Talks tvhh Adolphiis. Coiint. Ah, good my lord, will you difmifs us at this late hour? We are exhaufted with fatigue and hunger ; vouchfafe us the fhelter of your roof this night, and to-morrow by day-break we will depart. Adolphiis, And yet refufing to admit his mef- fengers may raife fufpicion in Lupaufki. Baron. True, true. Cotint. Will you my lord ? can you bar your gates to us ? '.,..- Varbel. Yes, we are likely to have the Iky for our teller to-night. Baron. It is too late to difmifs you this even- ing ; promife not to exchange a fyllable with any of my people, and you Ihail ftay here to- night ; in the morning I will prepare a letter to the prince, which yon mufl: deliver with the uL- moft fpeed j for it is of moment. Count. You fhali be obeyed. We have fuc- ceeded ; perhaps, I may yet refcue her, Varbel j perhaps^ Baron. How now ! what's that he fays ? C 2 Varbel. L O D O I S K A. Varhel, He fays, that we are lucky fellows to be refcued from the danger of pafling the night among the wolves and Tartars in the foreft ; and fo I think we are. We fhall be found out, if you don't take better care. Afidd to FloreJki.'\ Baron. Where (hall we lodg-e thefe men ? Adol, In the low room, by the north poftern. Baron, It is remote ; fee to the bars and bolts. Remember your promife, and keep it faith- fully. Follow. \^Exeunt Baron and attendants into the caJileJ] FINALE. Adlphus, Gustavus, Count, Varbel. POLISH GUARDS. Adolphus Gustavus. Follow me ; but take good care Not to pradife here deceit; If you fhould, by heav'n, I fwear, Inftant death you furely meet. Count. Let us on ; but take good care Well to colour our deceit ; For my love, by heav'n, I fwear, ' Inftant death I'd gladly meet. Varbel. Well, go on ; and never fear But I colour the deceit j . ' For L O D O 1 S K A. ' 21 For, by heav*n and earth, I fweaf, Death I fliould be loth to meet. CHORUS of POLISH GUARDS. Follow us ; but take good care Not to pratife here deceit ; If you Ihould, by heav'n, we fwear, Inftant death you furely meet. [Exeunt into the Cajlle, BND OF THK FIRST ACT. Cj 27. L D O I S K A. ACT II. T/ie A61 begins on the point of Day-break ; and tbe^ Scene reprefents Lodoijkds TozveVy upon a high Terrace, within the Cajile. OVERTURE. [Enter Lodoiska from the Tower, with th^ Ribband in her Hand.] Lodoijka. The night is almoft pafs'd, and day {lands ready to' dawn upon the mountains. Qh, Florefki, in vain I have watch'd for thy expe6led letter ! My heart finks in me with the fear of- Jiaving betrayM thee into the hands of Lovinfki. I knew thy faithful love, I knew thy impetuous valour. Why did I reveal myfelf? Yet will I hope. Kind Hope, thou only friend that vifiteft the unhappy, dwell with me ftill, and calm the crowding terrors that opprcfs me ! AIR. L O D O I S K A. 23 AIR. I. / Ye ftreams, that round my prifon creep. If on your mofly banks you fee My gallant lover ftand and weep, Oh, murmur this command from me; Thy miftrefs bids thee hafte away, And fliun the broad- ey'd watchful day. IL Ye gales, that love with me to figh. If in your breezy flight you fee My dear Florefki ling'ring nigh. Oh, whifper this command from me; Thy miftrefs bids thee hafte away. And ihun the broad-ey'd watchful day. Hark ! yes, I hear a noife. ^Let me retire to my fad prifon, till I again can breathe the frefhnefs of the air in folitude ; for every objel here is odious tome. [.v// into the towlr, leaving the ribband on the rails of the ten ace, 'I ' [Enter Count from an inner Court.] Comt No, no where, no where to be foupd through all thefe courts ! My love ! my life! and muft I lofe thee? Day breaks apace. I muft go back, or be difcover'd. Ha ! another quarter I I will explore thee, be the confequences what $hey may. \Exit through a vaultgd pajjage, C 4 [Enter $4 ^.ODOISKA. [Enter Varbel, from a diftantCafement] Varbel. Sir ! Sir ! hill, hift. Have you found her? Why don't you fpeak to one now? He's not here. I thought I heard him this moment too. So, I have loft my mafter in the dark; and now, if any of the gentlemen of this humane family happen to ftumble upon me, my poor dear life's not worth a minute's purchafe. ^He's poring about after his Lodoifka ; the deuce a bit^does he think of me. Though our window was double and treble barr'd and barricado'd, he burft away the bolts with a fnap of his finger j and, I believe, like Mr. What-d'ye-call-him, he'd have burft the gates of Hell to coin^ at his miftrefs I can't con- ceive what's the matter with me tOrnight; I fee fpeflres and phantoms before me at every turn. ; If a man cou'd adm inifter courage to himfelf when he wanted it, I'd tpke a good dofe of it now; and yet I dare fay fome people wou'd be mucli more frightened than lam. Mercy on us ! what's that? [Re-enter the Count.] Count. My fearch is all in vain. Varbel. Oh ! is it nothing but you, Sir ? Count, Varbel? Why did not you wait in the room, as I order'd you? Varbel. I don't know how it is; but, to tell you the truth. Sir, I'm lately grown a little afraid of keeping my own company. Count. His fears will ruin me at laft, Afraid } ; You, who fought fo bravely againft the Tartars ? Varbel, ^ODOISKA. ?5 Farbel, I tell you what j Til fight the Devil himfelf by day-light; but a ghoft in the dark is quite, another thing. Count, Muft all my hazards then prove fruitlefs? Varbel. Yes, we have palTd the night here to very little purpofe ; and without any fupper too ; they forgot that part of the ceremony: And, now I think on't, I believe that's what makes me fo nervous. Hunger will tamethecourageof alion. Count. To know that (he is here, and not to fee her! VarbeL Do let's go back, and try if we can hinder their feeing that we have broke out of the dog-hole they lock'd us in. Confider, he'll be coming to you with his letter prefentfy. Count. Am I deceived? That ribband! ^This, this is, perhaps, the very tower. Now be propi- ' tious, Heav'nl-r My l9ve I my Lodoifka ! \A. drum beats the reveilk, VarbeL Here they are, as I hope to be fav'd. It's all over with us. Count. No, no; run back to our room a mo- ment. [Enter Sebastian, Stanislaus, Michael, andCAsi- MIR, at the Head of the Baron's Guards.] VarbeL They're coming at that lide. Oh! a plague o' this caterwauling! Count, Here, here; till they are gone. \CiuJlavUi pajes along the Terrace into Lodoijka's Tower. '\ The Count and Varbel retire into a Recefs under the Terrace. ] [Enter 46 L O D O I S K i. {Enter the Baron, aud Adolphus, with a Letter.] Baron. ( To Sebajiian and guards.) Stay there ; and, on your lives, be filent. Is the letter to Lu^ paufki ready ? Adol. I have it. [Gives the letter to the Baron, who reads it* Count, The Baron himfelf. Varbel. Now we are in a hopeful condition ! Baron* Is Guftavus gone upon my ftratagem, to perfuade the Princefs of Florefki's death ? AdoL\iiW him enter the tower this moment. - And now, let me again entreat you to retire to reftj they have juft beat the reveille 5 'tis high morning; and for tbefe two nights you have not tafted fieep. Baron* I telK thee, my anxiety, my doubts, my fears, ha\^ drawn me hither; nor will I ftir, 'till the refuitof his laft effort pronounce me bleft or curft for ever. j^dol. But, fir, Baron. Oh! my friend, you know my fatal paffion. The fcorn fhe treats me with, my bar- barity to her, my ingratitude to her father, my hope and my defpair, drive me to madnefs. -; There is no reft for me. Adol. But good my Lord, inftead of treating Jier with fo much rigour, why riot demand her l^rankly of her father? His high regard for you : Baron. Is nothingbut the infolence of obligation; name it not. His family has given fovereigns to Poland ; L p I) O I S K A. 27 '. '% Poland ; he would reject with fcorn the offers of an humble Baron. You know the pride,- the unrelenting obftinacy, of this old man ; he wou'd indignantly withdraw her from my caftle, and I jnfupportable ! fliou'd never, never feeher more! AdoL Yet foon you muft exped him to recall her. Bar,on, Recall her! No. I have fet loofe niy love and my ambition; they have hurried me be- yond the power of retreat, and now flie fliall be mine, if force, or fraud, or any means can win her. i Soft, fhe appears. Count, Then fhe is here ! FarhL Huih! [EnterLoDOisKA frcm the Tower, foUowingGusTAv us, who, repafling the Terrace, is met by the Baron and Adolphus, anxious to hear how the Princefs had re- ceived his MelTage.] Lodo. Dead ! Kill'd by the Tartars ! No,'no, Lovinlki is the aflTairm, Oh ! my love, *twas f, 'twas I betray'd thee into his power. ROMANCE. Adieu, my Floreiki, for ever. And welcome tlie forrows I prove ! ^ "Why, fate flill delight'ft thou to fever The bofoms united by love ? Clos'd is that eye. Mute is the tongue, o, l8 L D O I S K A. On which my foul Enraptured hung! He's gone, he's dead, and I remain To figh and weep, alas! in vain. Count, She thinks me murder*d. Varhel. And fo we (hall be in a minute, if you don't hold your tongue. \Symphony.~The Baron, Gujiavus, l^ Adolphus^ advance.'\ Baron. Thou haft difcharg'd it well. Lodo. Yet this may be fome new device of Lovinlki's, ~ . ROMANCE, Closed is that eye. Mute is the tongue. On which my foul Enraptur'd hung! - He's gone, he's dead, and I remain To figh and weep, alas ! in vain. ROMANCE QUINTETTO. LoDoisKA, Count, Varbel, Adolphus, Gustavus. LoDeisKA. If I may truft This faithful heart, We foon fhall meet ' ' No more to part^ He's tODOISKA. 29 He's gone, nor fhall I long remain. To figh and weep, alas! in vain. Count. If I may truft This faithful heart. We foon fliall meet ,., , No more to part; ' O fnuft I then conceal'd remain. And know thou weep'ft my lofs in vain! Varbel.' If I may truft My boding heart, Too foon your *fquire And you will part 3 Your miftrefs then muft here remain. To figh and weep our lofs in vain. AdOLPHUS GUSTAVUS. Would he but truft My duteous heart. Then ftiould he know The honeft part I'd 30 toTt'OISKA, I'd take his miftrefs to obtain. Nor let him figh, and love, in vain., ['T/ie Baron, hearing voices in the recefs, fends Schajliah to take Lodo'i/ka aivay^ then leads his guard round through the vaulted pajjage^ and, ivhile Sebajiian hurries the Princefs into the tower, furprifes the Count and Far be L] Baron. One word, iand you are deadi Counf. Villains ! Cowards ! Varbel. One wOrd, and we are dead. Baron, Themeffengers! Then 'tis impoflible to blind Lupaufki. How have you dar'd, vile fpies,* to burft the doors that held you ? ^Who told you the princefs was in that tower? But you lliall die before her face. Varhel, There, I- thought It would come to this all along. Count, Before her face ! Then I am blefl in- deed ; I fliall once more behold her ! Come, why * doft thou paufe? Summon thy executioners, prepare the Kack, and thou fhalt fee me fpring to my glorious death, proud as impatient martyrs on their road to heaven. Varhel. Sir, you forget me; I've travell'd with you very contentedly fo far; but Fm not prepared to take the journey you talk of at prefent. Baron. {To Gujlavus and Adolphus.^ Such forti- tude fuits ill with his condition; fomething whif- pers me they are not what they fay ; I'll prove them LODOISKA. ^ them to the quick. One way- you may yet fave yourfelves and Lodojlka. F^/r/^^/. Pray, fir, what's that? Baron. Say, truly, whence did you learn that flie was ft ill in my cafltle ? I^peak^ I fay, or JLodoiIka!s Hfe . ' ' " '^" ' :.-'./:';' '"V"" "[ " '"-'" Farbel. {Offering him her note.) Give him her letter; give him her letter. Count. {Snatching it.) Slave! Varbel. It's the way to fave us all. Count. You are right. Baron. Seek not to deceive>but aufwerinftant- jy, or r-. . . - . . 7./;, ,. - Count. I learnt it from herfelf...... ,. ..-^ Baron. Herfelf I Have you tjien feenJier ? Varbel. No, no, upon my honour. - . , Count, {Giving the note.) She dropt.itffpm h,er tower laft night. - - ^.V i Baron (Reads ) " Let my father know that Lo- vinlki has alpus'd his confidence, and confines his Lodoifka in this tower, till (lie confent to give him her hand. Mv guard will return in a mo- ment, fly." Curfeon my imprudence! But they have not yet feen her. Varbel. You find, my lord, we fcorn to deceive you. . . - Baron. 'TiswelJ you do; your companion's fudden warmth gave me ill thoughts of you. Varbel. Ah ! poor fellow ! he can't help it ; flic was a very kind lady to him. I am always telling^ you ^i L X> <5 I S K A. you of your flying into fuch paffions, you fdoIifR [Strikes him.) I beg your pardon, fir^ kick me whenever you like. Baron. I fee, notwithftanding his firninefs, they are but fervants, inflam'd by zeal and afFedion fot their miftrefs. They fhall ferve my defign. Ihave promis'd you life,- -. . Varbel. Yes, lir. :. ..j j Baron. I add one only condition; fee you dif- charge it to the point ; your fate and mine depends on it. I have affured the Princefs that Florelki is dead; my intelligence appears to be fufpedtedj but llie can doubt no longer, if once (he hears it confirmed by you in perfon.-^This you muft in- ftantly perform in my prefence, or by my- Varbel, Don't look fo frightful, fir, and we*ll do whatever you pleafe. Count. Sir, I obey. Baron. Enough. Bring Lodoifka hither. {^Exit Sebajiian into the tower.) In ferving me, you fave yourfelves; retire; I fhall call for you at your time to appear before her. Guftavus, Inftrudt them in your lefTon, [Exeunt_ Gujlavus, the Count, and Varbel. I triumph. (Zo^(9^<2 and Sebajiian come dozvn from, the tower.) The princefs women fometimes for- get the afhes of a buried lover when once con- vinc'd my bated rival is no more, may be perfuad- ed Oh, tranfpofting thought! The obedient prieft L D 1 S K A. 33 prieft. IS ready. Once mine, let prince Lupaulki come; lethim be told how I have won his daugh- ter, and all his wide poffeflions j let him refent, fhe will forgive and plead for me. How beautiful {he is! What ftill in tears ? 'Tis in your power, madam, to bid your own afflidions ceafe, only by pitying mine. Ah ! why that fcornful frown ? "What, will you never, never break this cruel and difdainful filence? Lodo. Is my fate too refolv'd upon? Baron. On thee depends my every hope of hap- pinefs. Lodo. Happinefs ! To what happinefs can that unfeeling heart pretend? By what authority doyou confine me here? My fond father committed me to your duty, not to your cuftody; he delivered me to a friend, not to a jailer. You have taken from me the poor women that ferv'd me; if I con- verfe, you muft be my companion; and if I wifh to live as ftill I do for thee, Florefki! 'tis from that barb'rous hand I muft accept my fuftenance. Have you a parent's power with me? or a huft)and*s right? That you Ihall never have; no, never and 'tis only once more to affure you of my fix'd abhorrence that I now break my dif- dainful filence for the laft lime. Baron, 'Tis plain ftie disbelieves. The doubts you have of Count Florelki's death, madam, caufe this infenfibility to all I fufFer ; 'tis time they were at once remov'd. Know then, two of your D father's 34 t O O I S K A. . father's fervants, who laft night pafs'd the foreff , are at hand to [Exit Jdolphus, Lodo. Laft night! The foreft ! It is true then. Oh, my Fiorefki! Baron. Advance. No, be affur'd, proud fair one, thofe eyes fhall never fee Floreflii more. Advance, I fay. Behold ! [Enter the County Varbel, Gustavus, and Adol- PHUS.} Lado. Hold, heart, a little while! Fiorefki ! Varhel. Is no more, madam. We laft night found him in the wood, kill'd by the Tartars, as^ we guefs. Count. I ihall difcover all. Baron. Madann, you know thefe men. Lodo. I do ! I do ! and every doubt of my Flo- relki's death at laft is ended. Baron, She bears the fliock piore firmly than I expedled. If my ,:. ^ Lodo* Spare me, my lord ^The furprife, the emotion, the Count. Fiorefki, madam, Baron. Pronounce his hated name no more, Oh { Lodoifka, when I reflet: on what my jealous apprehenfions have made you fuffer, have I not caufe to hate him ? Pardon, pardon thofe feveri- ties my heart always difavow'd, and which, be- lieve me, have been ixjflided more upon myfelf than you ' " Lodes. t t> o I s K A. 35 :Lodo. Vain man! Think you your meaning liid to me ? Come, dare for once to fpeak a truth: It is not love, 'tis your ambition feeks the heirefs of the prince Lupauflci ? For ihame ! for fhame ! Baron. Infulted ! I'll bear no more. Hence idle fcruples 1 Go, call the prieft Hafte ! fly ! \_Exit Adolphtis. This moment makes you mine! And you, [to VarM'] tell her this inftant *tis her father's will; or I revoke the promis'd life I gave you. VarbeL Tell her, tell her any thing. Jjodo. Oh, my father, where are you now ? Count. I will prote6t, or die for you. Baron. Relent, proud fair; the prieft is h^re Hark ! hark ! he comes, he comes. [Enter Adolphus.] AdoL My lord, the prince Lupaufki is arriv'd. tfro. Arriv'd? Lodo. Good heaven ! Count. I am difcover'd then, and all is loft. VarbeL Here's another adventure ! Baron. Speak! tell me! has he a numerous train? AdoL But two attendants. Baron. Then let him come! I live again. "Prince Litpaujki. [fVitAout) Where, where is flie ? [Enter Prince hxJP^AV SKI.] Lodo, Oh, fir ! [Kneeling, D 2 Prince. 30 L O'^ Ot ^ K A. Prince. (Raijing and embracing her) My child! My Lodoifka! Bleflings, bleffings on thee! - My friend, I cou'd not h^ e at parting to meet you again fo foonj but liie confederates are al- ready What do I fee? Ami deceiv'd? The count Florefki here? ' Varbel. There now the murder's out. 5^ro. FJorefl^il This flave, is he the count Florelki ? Count. Yes! himfelf! Prince. How has he gained admittance to Baron. By a cowardly, mean artifice: he pre- tended himfelf one of your fervants, fent with Count. What couM I do, difarm'd, againft thee and thy banditti? The artifice thou would'ft re- proach me with was bold and honourable ; to op- pofe ftratagem to perfidy and cruelty hke thine is ading according to the laws ofjuftice, and vin- dicating thofe of humanity. Prince. What's that he fays? To perfidy and cruelty like thine! My friend, Varbel. Now comes his turn, I hope. Lodo. Oh ! my father, you would not think what I have fuffer'd fince you faw me. That friend has forced my faithful fervants from about mej thatfriendhas infultedmyunprote61edfitua- tion with his detefted ofFersi that friend hasbar- baroufly imprifon'd me Prince. My daughter ! Lodo. To extort from me my confent to a ; ' union L C ' O I S K A. ^ union I wou*d gladly die ten thoufand deaths to avoid. Prince. Cou'd you ^hus violate the laws of hof- pitality? Cou*d you'' far forget the bounties I have fhower'd up'5n you? My heart repos'd it- felf on yours; feeking a tender refuge for my child, I gave her to your care as into a holy fanc- tuary; you receiv'd from me the ftrongeft proof of love a friend could give. Be a father for one inftant, and judge whether Icou'd have confided to you a truft more dear, more facred. ' -^ Vairbel. Upon my foul he's a fine fpoken old gentleman. Barm. Muft I then lofe her?' ^^' ' T ' \Gives HireBions to Ms officers. Prince. What, thou ! My vaflaT! thou ! I.et*s be gone. 1*11 take fuch vengeance oh his treachery, that Follow mej my daughter! let's quit for ever this manfion of ingratitude. Varbel. The fooner the better. What a lucky efcape ! Baron. Guards! Not fo fad. [ Officers feize the PrineSi Lodoijka., Florejki, and Varbel. ] Varbel. What the devil's the matter now? Baron.Thxs caftle is your prifon ;-^a\vay, -eon- fine them, as I order'd, you. Varbel. Gentlemen! friends! only hear me! [ T%vo guards bear off Varbel. Prince. What do'ft thou mean? Baron. Never to part with her. Away, away. D 3 Prince, 3S LODOISKA. Prince. Oh, my poor daughter ! [Exit guarded. Lodo, My father ! My Florefki ! [ The Baron bears off Lodoijka. ^ Count. My love! mylove! -;,. ij,j-^ . . ", JIR. ' *^ r' ' ' .* ; ! '* 'v' o /t " i Defcend, fome \yarring angel. In lightning to- my aid. To blaft the favage tyrant, . 1 ; And right an injur'd maid ! Subdued by fate, to you I kneel; , You look like men, like men fhould feel, - - , Fool ! ,not to know. They laugh at woe, < Defcend, fome warring angel. In lightning to my aid, To blaft the favage tyrant, 1 Apd right an injur*d maid! Let my Lodoifka's charms In your hearts compaffion move; Soldiers, confecrate vour arms At the fhrine of faithful love. Defcend, fome warring angel. In lightning to my aid, To blaft the favage tyrant. And right an injur'd maid! ' \^Exit guarded. %,VX> QF THE SECOND ACT, 1 O D O I 8 K A. 39 ACT III. The ASl begins early in the Morning \ and the Scene reprejents a Hall and Gallery in the Cajlle. OVERTURE. [Enter Two Pages, Baron LoviNski, Adolphus, Gus- TAvus, Casimir, Sebastian Stanislaus, and M-ICHAEL, Jrom a fubterraneous paffagcl Baron. *Tis all in vain i I cannot (liake *em. Curfe on their obftinacy! Love fires Florefki's breall, and rage the father's ! Carekfs alike of menacesand foothing, each braves me to my worff. Death and perdition ! Let the worft fall on *em. Is all prepared for inftant execution? Adol. It is, my lord. Baron. Still vvou'd I have thee mine, O Lodo- iika! confenting, unconftrain'd j but whilft my rival lives, that hope's impoiUble. Ha! tell me, where is the forward fool that waited on Flor6fki? AdoL Confin'd, as you commanded. Baron. Hafte, bring him to mc. [E.Yeunt Adol- phus and Gujiavus through the gallery. 1 I" may, per- D 4 haps. 40 IODOISKA. haps, perfuade this wretch to think his own life more precious than his lord's. If 1 fail here I ihudder at the thought of nry own purpofes. Love, hatred, jealoufy, ambition, fcorn and f-iry, rack my diftra61ed brain, and rend my heart in pieces. Would I were dead myfelf! \_Throws himfelf into a chai)\\ Pr'ythee, good boy, fing me that gentle ftrain yon lady lov'dj your pretty melody may calm the ragingsof the fiend within me. ifi Page, Tm forry, fir, to fee you fo unhappy. Baron. Sing, fing. First Page. AIR. SWEET bird, that cheer'st the heavy hours Of winter's dreary reign, O, flill exert thy tuneful pow'rs, ,, And pour the vocal flrain ! II. Go not to feek a fcanty fare From nature's frozen hand, Whilfl I, with gratitude, prepare \ , ..The food thy wants demand. in. r, Pomeflic bird, with me remain. Until next verdant fpring Again Ihali bring the woodland train, . ,., Their grateful tribute brin^, ^.qfid Sweet L O D O I S K A. 41 IV. Sweet Robin, then thou may*ft explore And join the feather'd throng. And ev'ry vocal bu(h (hall pour . The energy of fong. , Baron. Well fung, my boy; I thank your pains, though fruitlefs. \_Enter AD91 I KeraKhan. Ha! , Lodoljka. O I fave us ! fave us ! fnatch me from the power of Lovinfki. Prince. Tartars.! Great Heaven, to what are we referv'd ? Kera Khan. Compofe yourfelf, my lovely girl ; difmifs L O D O I S K A. 49 difmifs your terrors. This is a prize ! Here's my fhare of the booty. J aphis. I thought fo. Prince. Since we are fallen into thefe hands, my child, we mud fubmit to death or flavery. Lodo. Slavery, death, any, thing, is Heaven to Lovinfki ! Oh, if you are men, fpare my dear Father ! fpare a Polifli youth I Kera Khan. Bright beauty of the world, only pronounce your wiflies, and command us. Lfido. Generous conquerors! Vouchfafe then to give this young man freedom, to fet my father and myfelf upon our road to Warfaw, and Kera Khan. For your Father, and the youth you fpeak of, they have free leave to choofe rfieir pathi Kera Khan. But you, vidorlous captive, you muft go with me. Lodo. Heavens and Earth ! Prince, Thee ! follow thee, Tartar 1 Kera Khan. Old man, I am providing {ox her happinefs. Fine women never complain of us Tartars. When once fhe knows us, llie'll never wifli to leave us. I have no time to lofe Come, be quick, bear her away. E . {Enter 50 L D O I S K A. ]^Entcr Count Floreski, breaking from the Polljh Officers.-] Count. Off, flaves, or I will dafli you piecemeal. Lodo. Florefki! Count. Oh! valiant Tartar, do we meet again? Kera Khan, My friend ! Why do I find you here, fpite of the caution I laft night gave you ? Your life might have paid the forfeit of your rafh- nefs. Count. That villain Lovinfki feiz'd and de- tained us. But could I, could I have left my Lodoilka ? Kera Khan. What, flie you were wildly wander- -ing after ? Count. Here, thfs, this is my love, my deareft Lodoifka ! Kera Khan. {^Drawing his Scymetar) Hold What's to be done r Your love ? your Lodoifka ? She*s mine, mine by a conqueror's right. Count. A conqueror's right! Kera Khan. By a conqueror's right ; and I ex- ert it thus Take her, fhe'syour's. You gave me life once, I have fav'd yours a fecond time. Count. Complete thy work j obtain for me the confent of her Father. Kera Khan. Father ! Haven't I refign'd my right to you. JLodo. (To Lupaujki) O, Sir! make not fidelity to LODOISKA. 51 to his prince a crime in him ; think what he has fuffer'd for me; think what we owe him here; remember the promife you once gave him; [Alarum. [/^rKAJAH, Tamuri, CamaziN, a<^7ar/arj.] Kajab. To arms ! to arms ! Lovinfki*s refcued, the caftie's blazing, they've feiz'd the ramparts, he's at their head. Kera Khan. Well, we muft conquer him again then, that's all. Follow me. Count, Now for revenge and Lodoifka ! Give me a fword, a fword ! [/fr Varbel.] Varbel. Holla! and me another My dun- geon's as hot as a furnace. Give me a fword j I'd as lief be kill'd in a battle, as flay there to be roafted alive. Kera Khan. During the combat, we'll place this lovely creature in fafety with her father in yonder tower. Varbel. I wifli you'd place me along with *em. Prince. I fcorn to owe thee any thing. Kera Khan, Obflinate man! We'll fave you then againft your will. Count, Will you expofe her life? Prince My child ! my child ! Lodo. Come, come, my father. [Exeunt. E 2 Shouts, 52 L D O I S K A. Shouts, Drumst Trumpets, and Cannon. AN ENGAGEMENT COMMENCES BETWEEN THE POLANDERS and the TARTARS; V The Tartars Laving flormed the Cafile, which they fire in various piaces^ the battlements and towers fall in the midA of loud exploiions. LUPAUSKI and LODOISKA are difcovered in a blazing tower; Yi.OKt.5Vii rushes through the flames, and rescues them. During thij aftion LOVINSKI and KERA KHAN meet hand to hand, and, after a defperate confli<5l, the Baron is killed. The Tartars are vi8oriouS''-''-^Loud Jhouts ofvidlory. . ' KeraK^m. I O D O I S K A. 53 Kera Khan. Since thefe are fafe, and my injuries fully aveng'd by Lovinlki's fall, I pardon his de- luded followers. Set your captives at liberty! This (hall be to all a day of triumph and joy. Lodo. And now my father, Prince. Your requeft upbraids me, my daughter. Come hither, Count. The only proof I now alk of your obedience is to love him truly. > Take her, Floreiki j you have indeed deferv'd her. \^Enter Captives, Polanders, &c.] FINALE. LoDOisKA, Count, AND All the Chara6lers. LODOISKA. O, happy hour ! what blifs I feel! A parent does my choice approve. And deigns to put the facred feal Of duty to an ad of love. CHORUS. Huzza! rejoice ! let cheerful ftrains refound. And echo fwcU the pealing carol round, Till the wide world a mighty chorus raife To valour's triumph, and to beauty's praife. Count. 54 l o d o is k a. Count. My joys in thee, my life, were poor, - My gratitude to you but weak. If language had an equal pow'r The tranfports of my foul to fpeak. CHORUS. Huzza! rejoice! -let cheerful ftrains refound. And echo fwell the pealing carol round. Till the wide world a mighty chorus raife To valour's triumph, and to beauty's praife. FINIS. S, Haiwlton, Printer, Falcon-Court, nect-Strcet. UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY Los Angeles This book is DUE on the last date stamped below. ffoV j,.tS otc a^A98" Form L9-32to-8,'58(5876s4)444 I SOUTHERN REGIONAL LiBRARV FAC1UT\ PR Kemble - 4839 Lodoiska K312 1 TBOI mom A/i/\v PR UR39 K312 1 1801