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 WEDNESDAY, MAY 14th, 1845. 
 
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CHARACTERS IN THE OPERA, CHESTNUT STREET. 
 
 {First Minister) 
 
 Duke d'Aquila 
 
 Galfeas . 
 
 Seneschal 
 
 Chief of the Senate 
 
 Don Sylvio 
 
 Doctor Mathanasius 
 
 Kamir {disguised as the Hermit " F7-a 
 
 Chief of the Assassins , 
 
 Joah . . {a Peasant) 
 
 First Officer 
 
 Second Officer 
 
 First Pirate 
 
 Second Pirate 
 
 Third Pirate 
 
 First Peasant 
 
 Second Peasant 
 
 Antonio 
 
 Stella 
 
 {the " Enchantress ") 
 
 Mr. Kay. 
 Mr. Mason. 
 Mr. G. Lingard. 
 Mr. Lomas. 
 Mr. Hudson. 
 Mr. Thayer. 
 Mr. Mayer. 
 Mr. Bradley. 
 Mr. Thomas. 
 Mr. Roberts. 
 Mr. Hall. 
 Mr. Hunt. 
 Mr. Gore. 
 Mr. Denham. 
 Mr. Vanhorn. 
 Mr. Frank. 
 
 Mad'e Thillon. 
 
 Nobles, Ladies, Magistrates, Senators, Officers, Heralds, Pursui- 
 vants, Royal Guards, Pages, Esquires, Soldiers, Pirates, 
 Gipsies, Greek Slaves, Citizens, Peasants, 
 Servants, Masqueraders, 
 Assassins, &c. &c. 
 
 M21273 
 
THE ENCHANTRESS. 
 
 ACT I . ■ 
 
 Scene I. — The Hermitage of " Our Lady of the IFoof/.s," 
 situated on a lofty mountain of the Ahruzzi, near Chietti, the 
 approach to which is hy steps cut in the rocks — it commands 
 a picturesque view, hounded hy forests and high mountains in 
 the horizon — on the o. P. the statute of " Our Lady," near 
 lohich a lamp is hurning. 
 
 As the curtain rises, a religious chant is heard in the valley, 
 which gradually increases as the procession of the Itogation is 
 seen ascending the steps leading to the Hermitage — young Girls 
 and Youths carrying wreaths of flowers, which they pdace at 
 the feet of the statue, lohile some Peasants ring the Hermit's 
 hell. Enter Fra Antonio, the Hermit, 07i whose appearance 
 they all kneel, and he gives them his hlessing. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 {Heard first in the distance, then on the stage.) 
 Bend before high Heaven the knee 
 In faith and in humility ! 
 Pray that the parch'd and barren ground 
 With plenty may once more abound ; 
 And now where drought and want appal 
 Its dews may bountifully fall. 
 Lift up on high this solemn strain, 
 Where sorrow never pleads in vain ! 
 
 Fra. Ant. Doubt not your prayers will be heard. 
 
THE ENCHANTRESS. 
 
 CHORUS [animated.) 
 
 Blest be the holy man, whose word 
 Hath told us that our prayer is heard ; 
 Blest be the Hermit, iu whose cell •• 
 
 All that are good and pious dwell ; 
 Blest be the Hermit, from whose home 
 Things that are also good, do come ! 
 For body and soul all cheer 
 \ <' ; Ic sui-e to be met with here ! 
 
 During the Chorum, Mathanasius has been seen 
 ; si/ ; r' : a--ic<udin(; the rocks, and cit its termination he enters. 
 
 Math. I come to inqxiire after my young friend, Sj'lvio. 
 
 Fra Ant. Ah ! the brave and noble youth brought up by you. 
 
 Math. I can't answer for his nobility, because his family is equally 
 unknown to eitlier of us — but he's too bi"ave by half — riding from morn- 
 ing till night all over these mountains, on a wild sort of a horse, at the 
 risk of breaking his neck every ten minutes. 
 
 Fra Ant. Heaven will protect him. 
 
 First Pea. Provided he does not fall in with the Enchantress of Saint 
 Michael. 
 
 All. Woe be to the Enchantress.' 
 
 First Pea. She never makes her appearance, but misfortunes are sure 
 to follow — hail, and thunder, and floods ! 
 
 3Iath. Oh ! you've an Enchantress among ye, have ye ! what a lucky 
 set of people — I never met with one, exceptin my books, audi should have 
 no objection to make such acquaintance, if she's of real flesh and blood 
 — but who is this strange creature ? 
 
 Fra Ant. I will tell you what they relate of her in these parts : 
 
 BALLAD. 
 
 She is seen when the vapours of morn arise, 
 
 When the dews of even fell — 
 When the moonbeams break through the cloudy skies, 
 
 And shine on the cloister's wall ; 
 When earth is troubled, or thick the air, 
 The sorrow to some 
 On many may come. 
 For the Sorceress then is dwelling there ! 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 When earth is troubled, or thick the air, 
 
 The sorrow to some 
 
 On many may come. 
 For the Sorceress then is dwcllinjx there ! 
 
THE ENCHANTRESS. 7 
 
 SECOND VERSE. 
 
 SIic is seen on the loftiest mountain's brow, 
 
 In caves of the hollow rock, 
 Which mortal footsteps do never plough, 
 
 And mortal approach which mock ; 
 When earth is troubled, or thick the air, 
 The sorrow to some 
 On many may come, 
 For the Sorceress then is dwelling there ! 
 
 Chorus, {irpcatcd.) 
 AYhen earth is troubled, or thick the air, &c. 
 
 [Mathanasius seems stupificd — at tJu's mumcnt a sJwt 
 is heard in (he vallci/. 
 
 First Pea. What means tliat sound ? 
 
 \_AU. riishinfj vp to hack. 
 Math, [exclaiming) A liorse kjiocked down on the brink of the j^reci- 
 pice, and its inder perhajis killed. Run — run. 
 
 \_Tlicy all run out in a hodi/, foiloici'd % Mathanasius, except 
 Fra Antonio, tvho claps his hands, and three men, dressed in 
 black appear at his bidding. 
 Fra Ant. Who fired? 
 Man. I! 
 
 Fra Ant. Who commanded thee ? 
 Man. One who commands us all. 
 
 Fra Ant. Good — they are coming back — disappear — but be not far 
 off. 
 
 [The three men conceal themselves amongst the rocks, and 
 Mathanasius returns supporting Sylvio in his arms, 
 surrounded by the Peasants, running about in great dis- 
 order. 
 
 [Sylvio, loho has only hccn stunned hi/ llic fall, gradually/ 
 recovers. 
 Sglvio. Thanks, thanks, my good Mathanasius. 
 .i/ath. What has befallen thee ? 
 ISglvio. Let me ti'y and recollect. 
 
 AIR AND CHORUS. 
 
 As borne on my unruly steed, 
 
 As fleet as foot could go, 
 I reached yon mountain's ridge with speed, 
 
 And saw the gulph below ; 
 While standing near me, unamazed. 
 
 When aid I sought to win, 
 A L'pirit witnessed, as she gazed. 
 
 The danger I was in. 
 
8 THE ENCHANTRESS. 
 
 As in licr smile, where beauty played, 
 
 She bade me place my trust, 
 A ball from yonder coppice laid 
 
 My courser in the dust. 
 That form, though oft at distance seen, 
 
 I never met before, 
 Or all my heart's delight had been 
 
 Its image to adore ! 
 
 31<if]i. Describe her look — 
 
 Sj/lvio As soft and light 
 
 As morning's dew of silvery white — • 
 Her form is bound by scarf of red. 
 And veil of gold adorns her head — 
 While 'neath its texture far more fine, 
 The brightest eyes on earth do shine ! 
 
 CHORUS OF PEASANTS. 
 
 'Tis she ! 'tis she ! whose witch's hand 
 Has desolated all the land, 
 Death to the Sorceress — hasten and trace 
 The spot accursed of her hiding place ! 
 
 S//lvio. Stop ! she's the angel of life to me — 
 
 Chorus. In her the angel of death we see — 
 Rush over thicket, climb up the hill. 
 Where fire can burn, or weapon can kill. 
 
 Silvio, (with energy) If ye've the courage of men, forbear, 
 Nor seek the life of a being so fair. 
 
 Chorus, Follow, follow, heed not him. 
 
 Find out the Sorceress, scatter each limb 
 Over the earth she has laid so bare. 
 And let her of those who would till it, beware ! 
 Repulsing Sylvio, and rnsJiwg out among the mountains. 
 
 Fra Ant. [Restraining Svlvio) Calm yourself, my son, they will not 
 find her whom they seek. 
 
 Sylvio. How so ? 
 
 Fra Ant. Why, if she be a Sorceress, she'll easily escape their blows. 
 
 Sylvio. I have no faith in any good or evil spirits, which are only 
 to be met with in the musty books of the library of our old ruined tower, 
 and my worthy pastor has tried all his alchemy in vain, to find out 
 the secret of my birth. 
 
 Math. The fact is, good Hermit, that is an extraordinary history : 
 
THE ENCHANTRESS. 9 
 
 One night, fibout eighteen years ago, I had just landed in your fine 
 kingdom of Naples, when a knocking was heard at the door of the fisher- 
 man's hut, where I was to pass tlie night— I ran to open it, when a 
 man, dressed in black, and endowed with a most villainous countenance, 
 placed in my hands a very large purse, and a very little baby, saying 
 in a terrible voice. ''Go into the Abruzzi mountains — take possession 
 of the old Castle of St. Michael — it is thine — carry this child with thee 
 — one day, perchance, thou may'st be happy and rich." I did as I was 
 bid. 
 
 St/lvio. (lauffhiiiij) We are certainly happy, but it would puzzle any 
 one to be poorer than we are. 
 
 3fath. Since you doubt all prodigies, I have a great mind to attempt 
 a litte bit of conjuration, just to convince you of your folly. 
 
 Sylvio. If I can but see this Enchantress, or Sorceress, as they call 
 her, the sooner you begin, the better — and if you succeed, Iwill believe 
 — so commence your conjuration. 
 
 3Iath. Here it is, in this wonderful volume — " The Demoniomania," 
 composed for the benefit of all classes of society, desirous of giving 
 themselves up to — the gentleman iu black. 
 
 Opens the book. 
 
 Chant. 
 
 Math. In Lucifer's uame, and that of his crew, 
 
 Spirit of evil appear to our view ! 
 
 List to a challenge more fitting by far 
 
 Goblin, or fairy, or sunbeam, or star, 
 Come hither, come I 
 ^ijJvlo. Oh pry'thee come ! 
 
 Fra Ant. Be silent I behold o'er the darkened sky. 
 
 Where the thunder rolls, and lightnings fly ! 
 Oh do not come ! 
 ^Loud thunder heard — indication of a storm. 
 
 3Iath. In Belzebub's name 
 
 Thy presence I claim. 
 
 Fra Ant. By the spell of fear 
 
 Which prevaileth here — 
 Mdfh. Appear ! appear ! 
 
 Fra Ant. Do not appear ! 
 
 ( The lightning suddenly flashes, and Stella appears at the back 
 of the Hermitage, she is dressed in a picturesque and brilliant 
 manner, and her head is covered with a black veil, studded with 
 gold stars ; Fb.a A-NTOHIa falls ori his knees terrified ; Matha- 
 » NASius lets the book fall out of his hand, and Sylvio gazes on 
 
 the Sorceress with delight. 
 
10 
 
 THE ENCHANTRESS. 
 
 RECITATIVE.— Stella. 
 
 To the regions of earth, 
 Whence I sprung, at my birth, 
 
 Your call was conveyed — ■ 
 From the realms of the air, 
 For I also dwell there — 
 
 That call I obey'd. 
 
 AIR. 
 
 I've love spells for the young coquette, 
 
 And charms for her who's jealous too; 
 For lovers, secrets which they yet 
 
 Ne'er read in fondest billet-doux. 
 In me all spirits, good or bad, 
 
 Their trust repose, and love me well. 
 For I, with beings light or sad. 
 
 The regions people where they dwell. 
 
 ENSEMBLE. 
 
 Fra Anf. 
 Oh what a fearful sight, 
 It doth the soul aflPright, 
 That one whom guilt so dyes. 
 Should have such lovely eyes. 
 
 Math, and S//lvio. 
 Oh, what a true delight, 
 To find on such a site, 
 One in whose radiant eyes 
 Such matchless beauty lies. 
 
 Second Verse. 
 Stella. If I possess a single charm, 
 
 Which over mortal gaze hath sway, 
 Beneath it is some hidden harm. 
 To steal such happiness away. 
 Oh, then, mistrust my baneful smile, 
 
 My love is a deceitful thing, 
 AVhich, for a moment, may beguile, 
 
 But, wanting heart, will soon take wing. 
 
 ENSEMBLE. 
 
 Fj-a Ant. 
 Oh, what a fearful sight, 
 It doth the soul affright, 
 That one whom guilt so dyes, 
 Should have such lovely eyes, 
 
 Math, and Sijlvio. 
 Oh, what a true delight, 
 To find, on such a site, 
 One in whose radiant eyes 
 Such matchless beauty lies. 
 
THE ENCHANTRESS. 
 
 11 
 
 Fra Ant. {to Stella) Retire — 
 
 Stella, (smilinff) And is this how you receive all the pretty girls, who 
 pay you a visit ? It is said you are not quite so stern to a certain 
 Jianina, whom you shrive at night in preference to the morning. 
 Fra Ant. Vade retro Satanas. 
 
 Stella. In the first place, I am not Satan, and in the next place, I 
 came because you called me. 
 Fra Ant. It was not I. 
 3Iath. 'Twas I ! 
 Stella. So much the worse. 
 3raih. Why so ? 
 
 Stella. Because I would much rather it had been that young cavalier. 
 
 \j}ointing to Sylvio. 
 S'/lvio. Be satisfied — it was at my request the doctor exorcised thee. 
 Stella. And what do you want with me ? 
 Sylvio. To thank you for having saved my life. 
 
 Stella. Do you know why I did so ? In the true spirit of a demon, I 
 saved your body to possess your soul. 
 
 Si/lvio. [e7iraptured) No matter ! body and soul alike are thine. 
 Math. My pupil is getting on too fast — but it is terrible to think that 
 such a bewitching creature should be exposed to any danger from these 
 brutes of peasants, who have sworn her destruction. 
 Sylvio. Good heavens ! I forgot ! Save thyself. 
 Stella. I am well aware that persons are in pursuit of me, and bent 
 on my life ; but I await them and their muskets : they are even now 
 climbing the steps of the Hermitage, and will instantly be here. 
 Sylvio. [advancing) They shall kill me before they can reach thee. 
 Stella. Their bullets will not harm me, but you; and if I consent to 
 
 fly it is for your sake alone 
 
 Math. They are here (^pointiny to some peasants arriving.) 
 Shall I not see you again ? 
 Yes! 
 When? 
 To-night ! 
 And where ? 
 Stella. In a dream. 
 
 [Disappearing by the steps of the Hermitage, and making a myste- 
 rious sign to Fra Antonia, just as a body of armed Peasants 
 make their appearance. 
 First Pea. There she is. [Pointing to the path wAere Stella has dis- 
 appeared.) 
 
 Sylvio. Wretches, commit not such an act of infamy. [Knocking 
 aside their muskets. ) 
 
 Pea. Of justice! Down with her! Fire on the sorceress ! 
 
 \_Instantly three or four shots are fired in the direction which 
 Stella took. 
 Sylvio. Oh heavens ! unhappy creature — she is hit ! I saw her dis- 
 appear behind a rock. 
 
 Pea. Well shot — there's her veil falling down the precipice — she's 
 dead! 
 
 All. She's dead ! 
 
 \_AU hurry out in a body from the Hermitage, tvhile Sylvio, zvho 
 zvas on the point of rushing after them, staggers and falls down 
 on one of the seats. 
 
 Sylvio. 
 Stella. 
 Sylvio. 
 Stella. 
 Sylvio. 
 
12 THE ENCHANTRESS. 
 
 Math, [approaching him with great anxiety) Good heavens! he has 
 swooned, and in tliis miserable hole, -with no one to help him. [Then 
 addressing Fka Astomio, he exclaims) I'll run for an elixir, and return 
 instantly. 
 
 \_Exit Mathanasius. 
 
 Fra Ant. [assuring himself that no one sees him) The moment is 
 favorable, [he povrs a few drops out of a bottle under his vest into a rustic 
 cup, and applies them to Sylvio's lips, whose head falls on his breast, when 
 suddenly enter Ncguez and Pacheco. 
 JVug. Is he dead ? 
 Fra Ant. [smiling) Oh no — only asleep. 
 
 [Fka Antonio touches a spring, and the seat on which Stlvio 
 ^s sleeping, descends with him under ground. 
 
 JVug. Where is he goin^ ? 
 
 Fra Ant. Into the cavern — such is Stella's order. 
 ^'"ug. Be it so. [then laughing) A good voyage, my Lord, we shall 
 meet again below by the time you wake. 
 
 Ramir. [throwing off his hermit's disguise) To the cavern ! 
 Nug. and Fac. To the cavern ! 
 
 [^All three going off hastily. 
 
 Scene II. — Tlie Pirate's Cavern, to which a staircase 
 cut in the rocks leads — the walls are decorated with 
 arms of every description — at the hacky a door concealed 
 hya tiger's shin, v;hich serves for a drapery — the Cavern 
 is lighted hy an opening from above, through which a 
 rich moonlight is streaming. 
 
 NuGUEz, Sacripanti, Forte Bracchio, Pacheco, and other 
 Pirates enter. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Comrades and friends, from battle and strife 
 Hither we come for a calmer life ', 
 An altered scene — for we've changed our berth 
 From the sea, to the centre of mother earth. 
 Wherein is treasured the wealth we possess, 
 And her we love with such tenderness. 
 Nuguez. Who saw her to day ? 
 
THE ENCHANTRESS. 
 
 13 
 
 For. Bra. At early dawn 
 
 I watcliGd her, tripping as light as a fawn, 
 To gather simples, our wounds to heal ! 
 
 Nugue. Her gentle care we ever feel — 
 
 Devoted to Telles we vow'd to fulfil 
 Her murdered father's will. 
 
 For. Bra. ) We've sworn to defend her with heart and with hand, 
 
 and all. ) As the chief, as the queen, as the pride of our band, 
 
 Enter Ramir, having tliroivn off his Hcrmif s givise. 
 
 Rnmir. Listen ! having sworn to live and die for Stella, her wishes 
 and caprices have thus far been our law ; but enraged as the peasanti-y 
 now are against her, unite with me in persuading her to leave the 
 country. 
 
 Nugue. Should she refuse ! 
 
 Pirate. Implore her. 
 
 Nugue. And should she resist — 
 
 Ramir. Compel her. 
 
 Nugue. Not I, for one ! 
 
 Another. Nor I ! 
 
 Another. Nor I ! 
 
 Ramir. Well, all I ask you is to speak as I shall. 
 
 Pirates. All ! all ! 
 
 Ramir. Silence — here she is. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Ever be happy and light as thou art, 
 
 Pride of the pirate's heart ! 
 
 Long be thy reign 
 
 On the land, o'er the main, 
 
 By the glaive, by the chart, 
 
 Queen of the pirate's heart ! 
 
 [ This animated chorus breaJcs out on the appearance of 
 Stella, who enters at the door in the hack ground ; 
 and, as she descends the stage, the pirates surround 
 her, some hissing with joy her hands, v)hich she holds 
 out to them, others hneeling hcfore her, holding her 
 gown, or trying even to touch her garments. 
 
 Stella. Ramir, tliou hast played thy part of hermit well, a hard 
 task for a good pirate, and I am satisfied with thee, [giving him her hand. 
 
 Ramir. That's more than I am with you — your hardy excursions 
 may lead to ruin, and from this moment I beseech you to remain 
 amongst us. 
 
 Stella. I refuse your request. 
 
 Ramir. To save your life we will compel you. 
 
 All. Yes, compel you ! 
 
 3 
 
14 THE ENCHANTRESS. 
 
 Stella, [energetically) And -which of you will dare? Am I not 
 queen and sovereign mistress here ? 
 
 Pirates. Yes. 
 
 Stella. And have I not the sole right to issue orders and impose 
 laws ? 
 
 Ramir. But if — ■ 
 
 Stella. Be silent ! Have you forgotten that my father made me your 
 chief? And have you not all sworn eternal obedience to me? 
 
 Pirates. Yes, all. 
 
 Stella. Then hear me, all. Do not imagine that the mere whim of a 
 young girl has made me enact the fantastical character of sorceress, 
 hut know that if I consent to live amongst ye, a sacred vow imposes 
 such duty on me, to accomplish the task marked out for me by my 
 father ; without you, I know I can do nothing, but with you I can com- 
 plete my arduous undertaking. Choose then, blind obedience, and I 
 remain with you — resistance to my will, and I leave you for ever. 
 
 For Bra. We'd die first !— command, order, and to the last man we'll 
 perish to serve you. 
 
 Stella. Ramir, do you, who are alone in my secret, refuse to follow 
 me? 
 
 Ramir. Forgive me ! [falling on one knee.) One day, perhaps, you 
 will know me better — order, and I obey. 
 
 Pacheco. [entering) The stranger who descended into the cavern, 
 seems about to wake. 
 
 Stella. There's not a moment to lose ! — transport him into the fairy 
 grotto of this subterranean palace, where you have collected for me all 
 the world's treasures, to make it an enchanted abode. 
 
 Ramir. [aside to Stella) But should this youth recognize you ? 
 
 Stella. Did I not tell him he should see me again in a di*eam, and 
 for that purpose did you not throw him into a profound sleep, by my 
 orders ? It is by the illusions we are about to present to him, sur- 
 rounded as I shall be by the young slaves you brought hither to aid 
 me, and who are now become my friends, I hope to point out to him 
 the line of conduct he is to follow, and to commence the fulfilment 
 towards him of my father's wish. 
 
 Ramir. [aside to Stella) But are you not aware he loves you ? 
 
 Stella, [haughtily) I am very well aware that / ought never to love 
 him : but hear my final orders. Nuguez, do you repair to the Marquis 
 de Monte Fior, secretary at war to the Regent of Sicily, and ask him 
 for a captain's commission, he will refuse you ; but leave twenty 
 thousand piastres on his desk, and you will bring the commission away 
 with you. You, Pacheco, purchase the handsomest house in Palermo, 
 and have engraven on its door, " Tlie Palace of Don Sylvio." The 
 rest await me at Catana, while 1 repair to the fairy grotto. 
 
 CHORUS. {Repeated.) 
 Ever be liappy and light as tliou art, 
 Pride of the pirate's heart ! 
 Long be thy reign 
 On the land, o'er tlie main, 
 By the glaive, by the chart, 
 Queen of the pirate's heart I 
 
THE ENCHANTRESS. 
 
 15 
 
 Scene III. — A Vast Grotto, Imng round with flmccrs and the 
 richest stvffs — -from the ceiling are suspended crystal chan- 
 deliers of all colours, emitting sheaves of flame, which light 
 up this volupttioiis temple. Immense amher screens, worked 
 in gold, enclose the further end of the Grotto. The riches of 
 Europe and Asia appear to have Lecn collected together 
 in this strange abode, the ground of which is covered with 
 a magnificent Turhey carpet. 
 
 On a Greek hcd of silver brocade, Sylvio is lying still sleeping 
 ■ — a celestial inusic is played — ivhen Sylvio awaJces by 
 degrees, and the folloioing chorus is heard : — 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Divinities to whom the wave 
 
 Existence gave ! 
 Ye who from sparkling flame 
 
 To being came ! 
 Ye who to bounteous earth 
 
 Do owe your birth ! 
 Come hither and answer the call 
 Of one who is queen of ye all ! 
 
 Sylvio. {opening his eyes) 
 
 CAVATINA. — Introduction. 
 
 What spot is this ? — And what unearthly sound 
 Breathes such a charm of soft delight around ? 
 Oh if each sense be bound not in a dream^ 
 On mortal gaze such light ne'er yet did beam ! 
 
 AIR. 
 
 When this enchantment I behold ! 
 
 These halls so bright that are — 
 The tablets of my heart unfold 
 
 Some scenes more lovely far : 
 Though lost for ever now is she 
 
 Who gave them such a grace, 
 Yet only one, like her, can be 
 
 The spirit of this place. 
 
16 THE ENCIIANTEESS. 
 
 It is not that I hope to find, 
 
 Though earth were traversed o'er^, 
 A being of that perfect kind 
 
 Which met my sight before : 
 But some resemblance there might be 
 
 For memory to trace, 
 If once mine aching eyes could sec 
 
 The spirit of this place. 
 
 CHORUS {rcjjcated.) 
 
 Divinities to whom, &c. 
 
 \_At the termination of this Romance, the hack of the 
 Grotto opens, and Stella appears on a brilliant 
 throne, surrounded hy a group of young heautiful 
 Greek slaves — she wears a light hind of costume of 
 gauze of rainhoio blue and silver — on her head is a 
 crown of stars, and a iose at her side — Sylvio %Uters 
 an exclamation, and falls at her feet. 
 
 Sylvio. You heard me, then, and are still in existence ? 
 
 Stella. Undoubtedly, since you see me here — besides, did I not 
 promise I would appear to you in a dream ? I always keep my word. 
 
 Sylvio. No, no, I dream not, this can bo no illusion ! 
 
 [About to clasp her in his arms. 
 
 Stella, {retiriny) Approach me not, or I disappear for ever from 
 your sight. 
 
 Sylvio. Is it to cause me fresh sorrow that you appear under this 
 brilliant form ? 
 
 Stella. As to form, we sorceresses have many at our command, and 
 being free to choose, I selected the handsomest. 
 
 Sylvio. AVell hast thou chosen, for nothing half so beautiful was 
 ever seen before ; and, I feel I would rather die than not see thee again. 
 
 Stella. You must live — live to accomplish your destiny. Before, 
 however, I reveal the fate which awaits you, you must swear to obey 
 me in every respect. 
 
 DUETT. 
 
 Stella. My presence still in calm or storm 
 
 Shall aid to thee impart, 
 And learn, that if I change my form, 
 I never change my heart ! 
 Sylvio. I swear obedience by the love I feel. 
 Stella. Ne'er from thy lip such word again must steal. 
 
 Sylvio. And why ? 
 
 Stella. One day thou all shalt know, 
 
 Meanwhile thou must ixnto Palermo gi^. 
 
THE ENCHANTRESS. 
 
 Sylvio. I will. 
 
 Stella. Unto thy palace ! 
 
 Sylvio. What (lost thou mean? 
 
 Stella. The noblest in that city to be seen, 
 
 There a commission suited to thy mind, 
 
 Which gives thee rank of captain, thou wilt find. 
 Sylvio. Of captain ? 
 Stella. Yes, and three months hence will see 
 
 Chieftain and general, thy rank will be. 
 Sylvio. What dost thou say ? 
 Stella. And hence from four months' date. 
 
 Behold the station which doth thee await. 
 [Sylvio turns round, and from the centre of the young 
 slaves, he sees one of them advance, presenting him, on 
 a cushion, a sceptre and a royal croion.'\ 
 Sylvio. hmhhing his eyes') A crown ! 
 
 Stella. The crown of Sicily's before thine eyes. 
 
 Sylvio. My mind is filled with strange and deep surprise ! 
 
 SOLO. 
 
 The crown ! the sceptre ! which before me beam, 
 
 I could but in a vision see. 
 Enchanting creature, be the rest a dream. 
 If thou, art but reality. 
 
 [^Falling on his hnees to Stella.] 
 This is no dream — my promises recall, 
 And thou shalt find that I will keep them all. 
 Angel of beauty and of peace the same — 
 Thy guardian angel is a fitter name ! 
 If danger threaten, or grief you fear. 
 In hour of sorrow you will find me near : 
 But happy once, and far from peril free. 
 Her whom you gaze on, you no more will see. 
 At such a price misfortune be my lot. 
 Bound by thy spell on this beguiling spot. 
 {ciside) Too much of this ! {then to Sylvio.) 
 Here take this fragrant rose, 
 Its perfume to thy heart will bring repose — 
 And if thou should'st not lose it, it will be 
 A charm for ever to remember ni":^ ! 
 
 Stella. 
 
 Sylvio. 
 Stella. 
 
 Sylvio. 
 
 Stella. 
 
18 THE ENCHANTRESS. 
 
 [Sylvio presses the rose to his heart and then to his lips 
 — ichen suddenly his eyes become dim, and, his limbs 
 tremble — Stella cjraccfidly leads him to the seat on 
 which he had been lyin<j, and he sinks into a jyrofound 
 sleep- — Stella regards him for a moment with a lively 
 ;'.• emotion, and then sings the opening motive of the 
 
 duett. 
 
 My presence still in calm or storm 
 
 Shall aid to thee impart, 
 And learn, that if I change my form, 
 I never change my heart ! 
 \_0n a motion from Stella the pirates enter on all sides. 
 
 Stella, {pointing to Sylvio asleep. To Palermo ! 
 Ramir. (aside, and placing his hand on his dagger.) She loves him I — 
 and I was not deceived. 
 
 \_The pirates surround Sylvio, the Greek slaves range themselves 
 around Stella, and the curtain falls on this tableau. 
 
 END OF ACT I. 
 
THE ENCHANTRESS. 
 
 19 
 
 ACT II. 
 
 Scene I. — A tent of an encampment near the sea, in the plains 
 of Alicant. 
 
 D. Pedro. — \st Officer. Gentlemen, here's the health of the 
 bravest officer in the Kegent's army, Colonel Sjlvio. 
 
 All. Colonel Sylvio. 
 
 Si/lvio. I may be more fortunate than others, bnt cannot be braver. 
 
 2d. Officer. Whence conies all thy good fortune ? 
 
 Si/lcio. As I am sure my friends will not repeat it to the Inquisi- 
 tion, I may as well let you into the secret, that your comrade. Col. 
 Sylvio, is bewitched. 
 
 All. By the devil ? 
 
 Si/lvio. No — by an angel, who, for the last three months has led 
 me by the hand to glory and good fortune. 
 
 D. llEK.—2d Officer. Ilast seen her? 
 
 Si/lvio. Yes ; I liave seen her — in a dream. 
 
 D. Her. — 2cl Officer. No matter, our friend has had a delightful 
 dream, in three months Captain and Colonel ! ! AVe should all like 
 to have the same kind cf dreams. 
 
 [Theij hear tJie morning call beat, and all exeunt except Sylvio. 
 
 Sylvio. My whole life's a mystery — and whether far or near, some 
 kind genius watches over, and protects me. 
 
 Matlianasius {entering and hearing these last words) What, you're 
 caught at last, are ye? you do then believe in supernatural beings ? 
 
 Sylvio. How can I do otherwise, my dear doctor ? and goic to 
 question me respecting this change of fortune, which goti can't com- 
 prehend any more than I can. 
 
 3Iat. Comprehend ! I should like to know who can ? a stranger 
 comes and tells me you are waiting for me at Palermo, when I left 
 you for dead on a mountain in Abruzzi. I set ofl", and on my arri- 
 val, find you as sound asleep as if nothing had happened. 
 
 Sylvio. Then a Captain's commission, and in two months after, 
 the rank of Colonel sent me by the Kegent of Sicily ; but I rather 
 suspect my faith in my guardian angel is in danger of being broken : 
 in three months I was to be made " General" — the third month ex- 
 pires this very day, in a few minutes, and I am only Colonel. 
 A)i Officer Enters. 
 
 A messenger with despatches from the Regent. 
 
 [Exit. 
 A Page enters and respectfully jyresents a se (led dispatch to 
 • Sylvio, wJio seems stupijied. 
 
 Sylvio. (Joohing at the Page — breaking the seal, and unfolding 
 
20 THE ENCHANTRESS. 
 
 iTie commission of a General) My doubts vrere premature, {almost 
 beside hitnself to Mathanasius) I am General ! the Regent gives me 
 this step for service rendered to the army — the Sorceress has kept 
 her word again — but good heavens, doctor, {looking fixedly on the 
 Paije) is this an ilhision ? — look at that youth, do you trace no resem- 
 blance to any one ? 
 
 Mat. Yes, he's the image of the apothecary's boy at St. Michael. 
 
 Sijlvio. Absurd, [agitated.) Those loved features — those bright 
 
 and eloquent eyes recall [to the Page) My good youth, pray tell 
 
 me who you are? 
 
 Page. One of the Regent's Page?, who has obtained his prince's 
 leave to bring you this commission, to have an opportunity of serv- 
 ing under your banner, general. 
 
 Mat. Here's a pretty devil of a warrior for you, — a terrible affair 
 for the Neapolitans. 
 
 Stella. More terrible than you seem to imagine, and I'd advise you 
 to keep a respectful distance from my sword. 
 
 Mat. What a regular fire brand — he'll settle all our enemies. 
 
 Stella. Oh, as to your enemies, there's only one I am afraid of, 
 and I'll tell you who that is. 
 
 soNa. 
 
 A youthful knight, whose hopes were bent 
 
 On glory's high career, 
 Arrayed himself, and forth he went, 
 
 A dauntless cavalier ! 
 Against each foe, upon each field, 
 
 He bore a gallant part ; 
 But there was one who would not yield, 
 
 And that was — woman's heart. 
 
 The noble youth, still undismayed, 
 
 Determined not to flee — 
 Though if the truth be told, afraid 
 
 That he might vanquished be : 
 Oh never be it said, he cried, 
 
 I bore a recreant part ; 
 And fighting still for what he sighed. 
 
 He captured woman's heart. 
 
 Si/lvio. {in amazement) 'Tis strange — even that very voice, 
 though somewhat of a more manly tone, resounds in my heart like 
 a distant echo of her's I so much love. 
 
 Mat. I say, youngster — what's the court gossip about just now? 
 
 Page. No great good, I fear — between you and me — but you must 
 not betray me — the nobility, as well as the people, are getting tired 
 
THE ENCHANTRESS. 
 
 21 
 
 or our Regent, and of the favors he bestows on his worthless parasite, 
 the infamous Galeas. 
 
 Mat. That Regent, I hear, is a devil of a fellow, running after 
 all the g,irls, wasting the people's money in fetes and fooleries, and 
 selling all sorts of places and appointments to get more. 
 
 Si/lvio, [pointiiKj to the Page) The more I hear him speak, the 
 more I seem to have heard such accents before. {To Mathanasius) 
 Do you know any voice like that youth's? 
 
 Mat. It sounds very like that of Boniface, the young butcher boy ; 
 [joiifullji) but I must hasten and tell them all of your further ad- 
 vancement. It saves a great deal of trouble to have a stepping-stone 
 to one's saddle. 
 
 YExit Mathanasius. 
 
 Sylvio. The doctor has taken leave of his senses to a certainty, and 
 I fear I shall lose mine. 
 
 Page. What makes my general look so melancholy ? 
 
 Sylvia. I'll tell thee. 'The fondest and most delightful recollections 
 of my life are called up by thy presence, and the more I gaze on thee, 
 the more I seem to trace in thee the adored feature of a girl • 
 
 Page, (^suddenly stopping him) General, permit me to say that 
 amounts almost to an insult. 
 
 Sylvio. I acknowledge my error ; but if thou wouldst only know 
 
 • yet, after all, thou art a youth, whose heart is not worn out, 
 
 like that of my old doctor, and thou can'st understand the pangs of 
 love. 
 
 Page. You love her then fondly ? 
 
 Sylvio. Love her ! {impassionately) as man ne'er loved before. 
 
 Page, {in a softened tone) I believe it all, and feel sure you are 
 loved in return. 
 
 Sylvio. Good heavens ! a tear ! — and that tender look — answer and 
 deceive me no longer — who art thou ? 
 
 Page. I have already told you, general, I am but a simple page; 
 but if I might presume to give you advice, it is in your power to 
 become the idol of the soldiers, and the people as well, by saving 
 Sicily. 
 
 Sylvio. What mean you ? 
 
 Page. Listen. I have heard by chance, that in a few hours the 
 fleet which landed the Neapolitans on the shores of Sicily, will be all 
 on fire, and by falling suddenly on them, not one will ever return, 
 
 Sylvio. This would be the glory of the army and myself as well, 
 and I can scarcely believe what I hear. 
 
 Page. A few minutes more, and you will be convinced. 
 
 [Loitd noise outside, and Mathaxasius runs in pale and 
 dismayed. 
 Mat. A revolt has broken out in the camp, and the soldiers, insti- 
 gated by a stranger, refuse to obey orders, unless they are paid 
 their arrears — the old go — no pay, no fight. 
 Sylvio. And who is this stranger ? 
 Mat, They're bringing the fellow this way — here he is. 
 
2 THE ENCHANTRESS. 
 
 OJicer. Behold the wretch, who basely sought to excite a 
 mutiny. 
 
 Sylvio. Is this the truth ? — have you then been exciting the 
 troops to mutiny, when they should fight ? 
 
 Ramir. Your soldiers are in the right — if you would make 
 them loyal, give them their hard earned pay. 
 
 Pcuje. (Aside to Ramir. "^ Wretch! this is then your deed. 
 
 Ram. {^Pointing to Sylvio.'^ Impelled by vengeance, the 
 troops through me, have conspired against him. 
 
 Page. And what has been his crime ? 
 
 Ram. [Aside to Page.\ His love for you. A crime that 
 will never be pardoned by me. 
 
 Sijlcio. Comrades, pause a moment, this very night glory 
 again will crown your efforts. In honour's name seize once 
 more your colours and fight with him who fought with you 
 before. 
 
 Soldiers. Gold ! gold ! our due — our pay. 
 
 Sylvio. The cofi"ers of the state are empty. 
 
 Page. But youi'S are full. 
 
 Si/lvio. I've not a coin on earth. 
 
 Page. Except these Ducats, I was charged to bring you. 
 
 (Cji a sign from the Page the curtains from the tent are 
 loithdrawn, and four men enter, carrying two coffers 
 of gold, lohich they lay at Sylvio's feet.) 
 3Iat. More magic still. 
 
 Ram. ^Twas rumoured the state had no more means. 
 Page. This is our own. 
 Ram. Our gold ? 
 
 Page. (Aside to Ramir.\ It is your fault that they re- 
 belled, and thus through you, I have quelled the outbreak, ful- 
 filled my father's wishes, helped to pile fortune and glory o'er 
 his path, and hope to raise him to a still loftier height. 
 
 Sylvio. Soldiers, this gold is yours — ^your arms are mine. 
 Page. March then to battle, for these flames reflected from 
 the shore, declare the fleet of Naples is destroyed. 
 
 Ilere the reflection of the Jlames light up the tent through 
 the opening of the curtains. 
 Sylvio. My mind is perplexed, this is some new marvel. 
 Page. In this emblem — find an explanation. 
 
 \_Throwing a rose at Sylvio, and suddenly disappearing. 
 
THE ENCHANTRESS. 
 
 23 
 
 SijUio. 'Twas she ! 'twas she ! the web she weaved 
 around me, has charmed, but not deceived my senses. My 
 honour bids me follow not her spell. ( To Soldiers.) To arms ! 
 
 Soldiers. (Flourishing their tveapons.') To arms, and victory 
 as well ! 
 
 CHOKUS. 
 
 Down with the tyrant, whose vile yoke 
 
 O'er us so heavily hath weighed ; 
 Be ev'ry chain of bondage broke 
 
 By hands that were for freedom made ! 
 
 (^All rush out following Sylvio, am iVZs< the heating of 
 drums, the firing of cannons and the sound of martial 
 music.) 
 
 Scene 2d. — The Pavilion of 31i/rtles — a circidar room with 
 doors, R. L. and 0. of simple grandeur, decorated loith myrtles 
 infullhloom, various subjects 2}Ciinted on all the panels.-— On 
 the R., a table with a rich cover, on which is a silver bell, and 
 a hammer to strike it with — it is lighted by a crystal globe, 
 hanging frow the arched roof. 
 
 ^Galeas enters, mysteriously, looking about on all sides, 
 and satisfying himself that no one is in the p>avilion, 
 he gives a signal, on tcliich six assassins make their 
 appearance at R. door. 
 
 Gal. [to them) Lie in wait near the pavilion, and when 
 you hear this bell sound, rush in — you will find two men here, 
 one of whom must be your victim. 
 
 \_Here the L. door mysteriously ojmus, and Stella ap)- 
 pears, unseen by either GrALEAS, or the six assassins. 
 Chief. Assets. Which ? 
 
 Gal. [^perplexed lohat anstver to make-) Which ? — He of the 
 two who has neither order, or insignia of honor on his breast. 
 
 [Stella, loho has overheard this, closes the door and dis- 
 appears. 
 Chirf Assas. Be it so, — blood for gold, — that's our trade. 
 
 The Assassins exeunt by the door as they entered. 
 Gal. The Regent's commands are obeyed, — now he may 
 come — Ah ! — here he is. 
 
 \_Pointing to the C. door by uhich the Urgent enters. 
 Duke. Well, where are thy men i* 
 
24 THE ENCHANTRESS. 
 
 Gal. They are there. 
 
 Duke. What care I for this Pretender, Don Paul, so that the 
 army be for me. To-morrow, Galeas, my coronation takes place, 
 and who can then dispute the throne with me ? 
 
 Gal. No one undoubtedly, Sire — and yet, it is scarcely to be 
 believed, that the people, though twenty years have now passed, 
 are not yet persuaded of the death of Don Paul, son of your 
 kinsman, Don Pedro the first. 
 
 Duke. He is dead — but enough of that, let us talk of the 
 beautiful stranger, who some time since made the singular offer 
 of burning the Neapolitan fleet, in exchange for the commission 
 of a Cleneral for that child of fortune, young Sylvio of St. 
 Michael. — I would give half my kingdom to see her again. 
 
 Gal. The more so, as she has kept her word. For the Nea- 
 politan fleet has been burned, they say, by a pirate vessel gliding 
 in the midst of their ships. 
 
 Duke. You can easily believe then that my love for this 
 stranger is increased by my gratitude. 
 
 Gal. Reserve some of it for General Sylvio, who falling sud- 
 denly upon the Neapolitans, has delivered Sicily of them for- 
 ever. 
 
 Duke. Instead of gratitude, I feel the deadliest hatred for 
 him; for that stranger is perhaps in love with him, of which I 
 am as jealous, as of his renown. 
 
 Courtiers and Guests enter. 
 
 Gal. Your highness, the fete commences. 
 
 Joyous nmis'ic i splayed, and a Dirertissement takes place, 
 ending ivilh a hrilliant ensemble ; the courtiers and 
 masks gradually disappear at different entrances, the 
 Duke descends from his throne, and advances icith 
 Galeas. 
 
 Duke. I do not see my fair unknown, though she j^romiscd 
 to be present at this fete. 
 
 Gal. Bear in mind, my liege, that he whom you expect, 
 will be here to his time. 
 
 ^Pointing to the R. door. 
 
 Duke. We arc proceeding to extremities — I will question 
 him myself, and if he hesitates in his replies,— if by any strange 
 chance, he — whom T, believe to be dead, for the last twenty years 
 — should come to life in his person, one blow on this bell, rids 
 me of him forever I — {taking Galeas hy the arm) — Hush ! 
 
THE ENCHANTRESS. 
 
 25 
 
 Listen I Didst hear auy thing at that door ? — (poiuling to the 
 L. door.\ 
 
 Gal. I may as well make certain. 
 
 [iZe clasps his dagger, opens the door, and finds himself 
 face to face loith Stella, who aiipcars wrapped up) in 
 a domino. 
 
 Duke. You here, madam ? 
 
 Stella, iioith a tremhliug voicc^ Your pardon, my liege, but, 
 on leaving the fete, in search of my retinue, I have lost myself 
 in your gardens, — and thought this was the way out, — I crave 
 leave to retire. 
 
 Duke. Stay, madam, stay. 
 
 Withdraw, and I will answer for all. 
 
 \_Exit GaleAS, 1)1/ the C. dour. 
 
 Duke. I am grateful for any occurrence that brings me once 
 again near you, of whom I have never ceased to think from the 
 Urst moment I saw you. 
 
 Stella, (coquettishltj) It is your gallantry which would per- 
 suade me I have committed no indiscretion in entering here — 
 permit me to retire ? 
 
 Duke. Oh ! stay, fair creature. 
 
 Stella. I cannot — I am waited for. 
 
 Duke. Some lover ? 
 
 Stella. Why not ? if I meet one who's just suited to my 
 mind. 
 
 Duke. Hear me, fair unknown. I love you. I, who, to- 
 morrow, will be King of Sicily. 
 
 Stella. That threatening air, — those tones, — inspire me 
 with fear, instead of love. 
 
 Duke, [softening'^ Pardon me, — to think another should pos- 
 sess such charms, must plead my excuse. 
 
 Stella. Another ! Be sure, my liege, I am not worth one 
 thought of that only being, I can ever love. 
 
 Duke. And tell me why ? 
 
 Stella. His rank and station are an eternal bar, to all such 
 prospects. 
 
 Duke. Love knows no obstacles. My throne and sceptre, I 
 now lay before you, with my heart and hand. 
 
 Stella. I refuse them. Your rank and state have no charms 
 for me ; in those attributes I see only a lord who sways, not a 
 lover who should sue. 
 
26 THE ENCHANTRESS. 
 
 Duhe. A childish notion — but that I may prove how much 
 I prize each wish of her I love, these idle gewgaws I resign at 
 once, to show my power cannot equal tlilne. 
 
 [The Duke takes off the orders with which he is decorated, 
 places them on the table, and falls at Stella's /ee^. 
 
 Stella. Thus at my feet, you are more prized by me, than 
 
 were you surrounded by estate or grandeur. 
 
 Duke. Then you are mine, and you accept this hand. 
 
 Stella, (coquettishly) That we shall see ! 
 
 Duke. Oh, let me here impart, my fondest wish, my burn- 
 ing passion. 
 
 [77/e Duke has risen, seized the hand of Stella, who 
 escapes from him, and is rushing after her, ichen the 
 clock strikes eleven, and Sylvio appears at the door. 
 
 Duke. Heavens ! he here ! and I not alone to receive him ? 
 
 Sylvio. What do I behold ? Gracious Providence ! my fair 
 unknown I — this time, at least, she shall not escape me. 
 
 Duke, (to Sylvio) Rash youth ! this young girl is under 
 the protection of the Kegent of Sicily, and no one else has the 
 riirht so to address her. 
 
 o 
 
 Sylvio. It is to her, whose power is only surpassed by her 
 beauty, that I owe every thing in the world ! Besides, she gave 
 me a rendezvous here, at this verj' hour, and I am here by her 
 orders. 
 
 Duke. It is not she, but / who ordered you here. 
 
 Sylvio. (to Stella) Is that true ? 
 
 Stella. It is. 
 
 Du/ce. (^pointing to Stella) And if the lady will con- 
 descend to leave us, you shall know the object of this meeting. 
 
 Stella. Why so much mystery, my liege ? I know all you 
 are about to say to him, so you may speak without any fear be- 
 fore me. 
 
 Duke. I cannot — the safety of the state forbids. 
 
 Stella. Rather say — your oicn ! I will say what you are 
 afraid to utter. 
 
 Duke and Sylvio. How? 
 
 Stella. Twenty years since, Don Pedro the First, King of 
 Sicily, died, leaving a son, Don Paul, heir to tliat throne, of 
 which the grandees of the kingdom have nominated you — 
 Rcireut. 
 
THE ENCHANTRESS. 
 
 27 
 
 Dahe. Be silent, madam ! 
 
 Stella. I will speak, and will proclaim to all Sicily, that 
 instead of being a second father, and a protector to this child, 
 you sought to be his executioner ; that you entrusted him to 
 mercenary hands to take away his life ; that saved by a miracle, 
 he is still alive; and that Don Sylvio, of St. Michael, General of 
 the Sicilian army, here present, is that very Don Paul the first 
 sovereign ruler of the kingdom of Sicily, to whom these regal 
 decorations belong! 
 
 \_Tahm(j up the insignia of the Regent from the tahle, 
 and placing them on the shoulders q/'DoN Sylvio. 
 Duke, (enraged) The throne is mine, and this pretender 
 shall never ascend it ! 
 
 Stella. What shall prevent him? 
 Diihe. His death ! (striking on the bell.) 
 
 \_The R. door immediately flies open, and the assassins 
 app)ear — they hesitate hut for a moment, then, seeing 
 the Regent without any decoration, rush upon him — 
 stah him, and drag him off. 
 Sylvio. What means this ? 
 Stella. Justice ! for he would have assassinated you ! ! ! 
 
 [^Here the bells of Pedermo are heard in full peal — 
 shouts and the firing of cannon, and full rejeyicing — 
 then the people with torches, led by the Pirates, enter 
 in large bodies — Stella exclaims. 
 Stella. Behold your king ! In one hour you shall have proofs, 
 that the brave Sylvio, conqueror of the Neapolitans, and chosen 
 one of the people, is the son of Don Pedi-o, heir to the throne ; 
 and rightful King of Sicily. 
 People. Huzza ! Huzza ! 
 
 Don Paul for ever ! 
 \^The flames are still blafdng at the Pcdace, in the 
 distance.'] 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Honour and homage to our king. 
 Whose reign may glory bring ; 
 
 And long may Heaven bless the sway 
 Of him, by us adored, 
 Of him, to us restored, 
 On this auspicious day. 
 
 END OF ACT II. 
 
28 THE ENCHANTRESS. 
 
 ACT III. 
 
 Scene I. — The vcstllnde of an inn^ situate in one of the Fau- 
 hou7'gs of Palermo — it is open at the hack, with a distant 
 view of the citi/. 
 
 Enter Ramir. 
 
 RECITATIVE. 
 
 Don Paul, some moments hence, the proudest crown will wear 
 
 Which fate bestows ! 
 And Stella, loved, and loving him, that diadem will share 
 
 To her he owes — 
 
 AIR — Ramir. 
 
 <'She loves him ! o'er that youthful form 
 
 " I've watched while other's slept — 
 <' When round us raged the wildest storm 
 
 " That watch more firmly kept : 
 "With thoughts which neither tongue nor pen 
 
 <' Have ever dared avow, 
 " And what I felt as brother then, 
 
 '<I feel as lover now. 
 
 " She loves him ! that absorbing spell 
 
 So fond, so true, so deep, 
 "Is one which those alone can tell, 
 
 " Who smile when they should weep. 
 " That smile which often doth bespeak 
 
 " A happy heart, and gay ; 
 " While tears upon the self same cheek 
 
 " Are wasting it away. 
 
 Ixam. Here are our men coming, whom she has summoned to 
 this lonely inn — what further orders has she to give them ? 
 
 [77te Pirates, lorapped %ip in dark cloaks, here enter 
 mysteriously at each side. 
 
THE ENCHANTRESS. 
 
 29 
 
 (CHORUS in halftone.) 
 Hither we come, at our lady's will, 
 And whether iu crowded hall. 
 By lonely inn, or ruin'd wall. 
 We hear that chieftain's call. 
 Thither we go, her wish to fulfil. 
 
 \_At the end of this morceau, Stella enters, enveloped in 
 a cloak, under which she wears an elegant Sicilian 
 costume — (he Pirates all imcover — Stella advances 
 in the midst of them. 
 
 RECITATIVE. 
 
 My brave companions, who so oft have shared 
 In perils past, and death as oft have dared 
 For me, as for my father — (for by you 
 Fulfilled is now the task he had in view ; ) 
 Dear as you were to him, you ne'er could be 
 More loved by Telles than you are by me. 
 
 CHORUS OF PIRATES [as in Act I.) 
 
 ^Surrounding/ Stella, and affectionately kissing her 
 hands and garments. 
 
 Ever be happy, and light as thou art, 
 
 Pride of the Pirate's heart — 
 
 Long be thy reign 
 
 On the land, o'er the main. 
 
 By the glaive, by the chart, 
 
 Queen of the Pirate's heart. 
 
 SOLO.— Stella. 
 My task is ended, and again 
 Return we to the boundless main ; 
 The safest place, the only home 
 Where exile hath the power to roam ; 
 Within whose unpolluted breast 
 He takes, unwatched, his final rest. 
 
 CHORUS {repeated.) 
 
 Stella. Meet me all to-night, at the chapel of St. Marie Majeure, 
 where we will embark to join our vessel. 
 
 Ram. How can you talk of going hence, when Sicily's King will 
 undoubtedly offer you his hand and throne ? 
 
 Stella, {sorroii'fidly) The daughter of Juan Telles, can never be 
 the wife of Don Paul. 
 
 5 
 
30 THE ENCHANTRESS. 
 
 Ram. But your father was the Count de Santo Major, a descen- 
 dant of one of the most illustrious families of Spain — hut persecuted, 
 and banished from his country, he became a Pirate under the name 
 of Telles, to revenge himself on his ungrateful country. 
 
 Stella, [haughtily) I have not forgotten that, but the king of 
 Sicily must be matched more brilliantly than with the now obscure 
 Stella. 
 
 Main. And why ? — You love him ! 
 
 Stella. I am accountable to heaven alone for my feelings — I may 
 however tell you that, apprehensive of Don Paul's desire to detain 
 me near him, should we meet again, I feared to take him the de- 
 claration of the deceased minister of his father, which constitutes his 
 right to the throne, and wanting which, he cannot reign this day, 
 and I therefore entrusted it to my faithful Nuguez, Pacheco, and 
 Theobaldo, the three bravest and most devoted of our band, to de- 
 liver into his hands. 
 
 Iiam. They must use all dispatch then, for the people have al- 
 ready began to look upon Sylvio as an impostor, and unless he can 
 prove his birth, his death will be the consequence. 
 
 Stella. Good heavens ! — Yet I have no doubt that Nuguez has e'er 
 now placed this authentic document in the Prince's own hands. 
 
 [NuGUEZ 7'ushes in, pale and lileeiUng, and falls at the 
 feet of Stella. 
 
 Nug. (^iii a dying voice) Par — don ! par — don ! — 
 
 Stella. Gracious powers ! — Nuguez here ! wounded and dying ! 
 
 [^Here all the Pirates surround NuGUEZ, and siqyport 
 him in their arms. 
 
 Stella. Where is Pacheco ? 
 
 Nug. Dead! 
 
 Stella. And Theobaldo ? 
 
 Nug. Three balls pierced his heart ! 
 
 Stella. And thee, wretched man ! 
 
 Nug. Wounded in the breast, they left me for dead ; and with 
 great difficulty I dragged myself hither to tell our misfortune. 
 
 All. Speak ! speak. 
 
 Nig. That paper was taken from me in an infamous ambuscade, 
 planned by the villain Galfeas, confidant of the late Regent. 
 
 Stella. Then all is lost ! 
 
 Nug. Galoas himself robbed me of it. 
 
 Bam. Galeas ! — and what has become of him ? 
 
 Nug. He re-entered the fortress, at the foot of which we were 
 attacked. 
 
 Ham. Which fortress has not surrendered, and is still in the 
 hands of the Regent's friends. 
 
 Stella, [despairingly) All is over! without that writing Don Paul 
 will be treated as an impostor, deprived of his throne, and his life 
 fall a sacrifice ! 
 
 Ji'am. Such fate awaits him, and Galeas has too surely destroyed 
 80 important a document. 
 
THE ENCHANTRESS. 
 
 31 
 
 Stella. 01), no, Galeas will keep* it as a treasure, for it will fui*- 
 nish him -with a claim to favor, if his party triumphs, and to pardon, 
 if they are overthrown. 
 
 All. To arms I to arms ! 
 
 [NuGUEZ is home ont hy a Pirate, who returns. 
 
 Ram,. Impossible ! what could a handful of men, like you, do 
 against a citadel, well defended? this writing may be recovered, but 
 neither by force nor violence. 
 
 Stella, {anxiously) How then ? 
 
 Bam. By stratagem, — by getting at Galeas, and seizing it. 
 
 Stella. That is hopeless. 
 
 Ram. I can manage it, for nature has endowed me with the 
 faculty of disguising myself beyond the possibility of detoctiou. 
 
 Stella. Do that, and you will be the noblest and most generous 
 of men. 
 
 Ram. {tailing Stella aside) No, the fondest! 
 
 Stella. What mean you? 
 
 Ram. That I put a price on this service, for I risk my life in 
 doing it, and to save Don Paul ! 1 
 
 Stella. And what price? 
 
 Ram. Your hand ! 
 
 Stella. My hand ? 
 
 Ram. Promise to bestow it on me, if I return from this terrible 
 expedition. 
 
 Stella. Wretch! (aside) Oh \ torture insupportable ! to belong to 
 one who is odious to me, or, to cause the death of one whom I 
 adore — for it is all my doing, — I, it was, who beguiled him from 
 his tranquil solitude, to expose him to this fearful position. 
 
 Ram. Decide — for time presses. 
 
 Stella, [tcith emotion) Take pity on me ! 
 
 Ram. Your answer ? 
 
 Stella. My answer ! {aside) May heaven inspire me with courage 
 to give it, for it affects a life dearer to me than my own ! {pauses, 
 then turns to Ramir) lleturn with that document which has been 
 taken from us, and my hand, my faith, are yours ! 
 
 Ram. You swear it ? 
 
 Stella. I swear it ! — one word more, 
 to execute this project ? 
 
 Ram. Two hours. In two hours I 
 with Don Paul in the King's palace. 
 
 Stella. I will await you there, for I shudder to think of the dan- 
 ger which may bef'al the Prince in that brief space ! — begone ! 
 {then turning to tlie body of Pirates) You moot me at the Chapel of 
 St. Mai'ie Majeure at eight to-night ! 
 
 l^Exit Stella. 
 
 Ram. {putting on a monl-'s dress) Death without her— or happi- 
 ness with. 
 
 What time do you require 
 shall either bo no more, or 
 
32 THE ENCHANTRESS. 
 
 CHORUS ..(to Ramir.) 
 
 May he ■who shields not freedom's foes, 
 Guide well thine arm, direct thy blows — 
 And hurl them at that recreant slave 
 Whose soul will quail to one so brave ! 
 
 [Ramir exits, followed hy Pirates. 
 
 Scene II. — The King's Cahinet -in the Palace of Pa- 
 lermo — on the O. P. side, a table v:ith v:riting materi- 
 als on 'it — 071 P. S. a ivindoio looking out on the pahlic 
 square — in the flats, immense doors of stained glass, 
 ojjening on an extensive gallery. 
 
 Don P. At length the destiny, which this strange and lovely 
 creature promised me, is about to be accomplished — some moments 
 more, and I shall be King of Sicily ! {rises) Still, while such allot- 
 ment would crown the ambition of all other men, it conveys a 
 feeling of sorrow to me — for those melancholy words she once ad- 
 dress'd to me, perpetually recur to my memory : 
 
 " If danger threaten, or if grief you fear, 
 
 " In hour of sorrow, you will find me near ! 
 
 " But happy once, and far from peril free, 
 
 " Her whom you gaze on, you no more will see." 
 
 [Mathanasius, runs in, pale and out of breath. 
 Mat. All is over with us ! 
 Don P. Why, what's the matter? 
 
 Mat. Why, the matter is, that a deputation from the 
 Senate, in the persons of three black looking fellows, is coming 
 here. 
 
 Don P. For what ? 
 
 3Iat. For what ? that's cool I — why, to declare you an im- 
 postor, to give you up to justice, and to hang the King of 
 Sicily, as they would the worst of his subjects. 
 
 Don P. I fear nothing — what my protectress promised, she 
 will fulfil. 
 
 Mat. {beside himself) Your protectress is an intriguing 
 devil, who only made you king, to get some snug places out of 
 you for her family — that's all ! — 
 
 Don P. I am delighted to hear of any impending danger, 
 for she promised never to leave me, but in prosperity, and, by 
 your account, we are a long way oflf it. 
 
 Mat. We can't well be farther I and, now you're in a hobble, 
 you'll see no more of her ! 
 
THE ENClIANTilESS. 
 
 Don P. I shall. 
 
 Mat. You won't — mark my words ! 
 
 Don P. I shall — behold hor here ! (^with an c.rclarnation, 
 iwinting to Stella, who »uddcnJi/ ajypcars at a private door.) 
 
 Don P. [tcMdcrli/) Do I again behold you ? my heart told 
 me you had not quite abandoned me ! 
 
 3Iat. {advancing to Stella) Oh, gallantry, now, is all 
 nonsense ! I say young woman, fairy, hobgoblin, angel, devil, 
 no matter what — of course, you know the pretty mess we are 
 in, and I look to you, or your particular friend, Satan, to get 
 ^is out of it ! 
 
 Stella. Alas ! I have never possessed that supernatural 
 power you attribute to me- — I am but a poor girl, bound by 
 the solemn vow of a too guilty father, to repair the wrongs he 
 inflicted on you. 
 
 Don P. Is it possible ? and whence, then, those wondrous 
 illusions, and thine unearthly power ? 
 
 Stella. All that had but one object, to exalt your imagina- 
 tion and courage, strengthening you to undertake the glorious 
 task which has made you the idol of the people, and paved your 
 way to the throne. 
 
 3Iat. {trcmhling) We shall have to step from that throne, 
 as you call it, to the gallows ! there they are ! {Joohing towards 
 D. F.) coming, no doubt, to clap us both under arrest ! 
 
 Stella. All is not yet lost — those papers may be your's, but 
 time is necessary, and should our project succeed, it will be two 
 hours before we can obtain them ! 
 
 Mat. [in desjjcii)-) Two hours ! why, we shall be hung three 
 times a-piece, long before that ! and that would be the height of 
 inconvenience. 
 
 E7iter Lord in waiting. 
 A deputation from the Senate, waits upon your 
 
 Lord. 
 majesty. 
 Stella. 
 Don P. 
 
 [to Don Paul) Who are these men ? 
 Some friends of the late Regent, libertines and 
 sensualists like himself. 
 
 Stella. Just as it should be, such persons readily sacrifice 
 duty for pleasure. Order a sumptuous repast, and leave the 
 rest to me. [whispey-s to Mathanasius.) 
 
 Mat. Oh, certainly, if there's any eating going on, I am 
 
 your man 
 
 [_Exit quickly as the Three Senators ente/ 
 
84 THE ENCHANTRESS. 
 
 Sen. The people now assembled in the square of the Palace, 
 murmur, and charge you with fraud and imposture ; the Senate, 
 therefore, require that, within an hour, Don Paul shall sub- 
 stantiate his right to the throne, or failing to do so, be declared 
 guilty of treason, and suffer death ! 
 
 Don P. Be it so, sirs, an hour will suffice me (looking at 
 Stella) to satisfy the people and Senate, and I wish that 
 hour, of such anxiety to all, to be one of pleasure to us ! 
 
 \_Thc Senators appear amazed at this rephj^ v:lien the 
 King's Pages enter, loith refreshments^ richly laid out, 
 preceded hi/ MATnANASIUS. 
 
 Senators. What may this mean ? 
 
 Do7i P. You will not refuse to drink to the health of your 
 King, for I still am so, at all events, for an hour. 
 
 Stella, [aside to Don Paul) Excellent ! 
 
 Don P. Be seated, gentlemen, Don Paul requests you, and 
 your King commands you ! 
 
 Pirst Senator. Be it so, [turning an hour glass, v:hich 
 stands on the table) but when the last grain of that sand shall 
 fall, like the moment it indicates, into the abyss of time, we 
 shall fulfil our duty, and either salute the heir of Don Pedro, 
 or conduct a traitor to the scaffold. 
 
 3Iat. He's taken away my appetite ! 
 
 Stella. A banquet is not complete without music, and that 
 part of the festivity, I will take upon myself. 
 
 \_All seat themselves, excejjt Stella, who stands near the 
 table, and begins the folloxcing song, keeping her ei/cs 
 fixed on the hour-glass. 
 
 SONG. 
 
 Who has not heard, o'er vale and hill. 
 
 When twilight melts away, 
 The nightingale's melodious thrill, 
 
 Salute the waking day ? 
 Tra, la, la, la, 
 Tra, la, la, la. 
 Each note of that enchanting song, 
 
 On lip of echo floats along — 
 The jealous thrush alarmed to find 
 
 A rival near, will then repeat 
 
THE ENCHANTRESS. 
 
 35 
 
 Those tones so touching, and so sweet, 
 With which, iu shade 
 Of yonder glade, 
 The nightingale entrusts the wind — 
 Tra, la, la, la, 
 T^"a, la, la, la. 
 [Stella, still anxiously/ loatcliiag the hour-glass. 
 
 KECITATIVE. 
 
 Time flies on, and no tidings are yet heard of Ramir. 
 
 Second Verse. 
 But, soon as morn has thrown its light, 
 
 Along the verdant plain, 
 The songstress waits till coming night. 
 To swell that note again — 
 Tra, la, la, la, 
 Tra, la, la, la. 
 And then, till dawn once more draws nigh, 
 
 She warbles forth her melody; 
 Its music falls upon the ear 
 
 Of harmony, the sweetest sound 
 Whereby our mortal sense is bound — 
 And is the known — 
 The only tone. 
 Which, like its own, love sighs to hear ! 
 Tra, la, la, la, 
 Tra, la, la, la. 
 Stella. (asiV?e) The time is accomplished — the papers are 
 not recovered — and all is lost. 
 
 Senator. hnshuA 
 Enough — enough — our honour bids us take 
 Those steps, which scenes of such enchantment break : 
 The time is passed, and we fulfil our task, 
 And yield to justice all that she should ask — 
 Don Paul, we wait — 
 Stella, (aside) And is there, then, no hope ? 
 
 I)o7i P. (to Senators) 
 Sirs, I am ready. 
 
 [_The Senators are ahout to lead o^' Don Paul, when a 
 Pirate springs into the room, from the hackjwith a 
 pajier in his hand, tchich he gives to Stella. 
 
 mm 
 
36 THE ENCHANTRESS. 
 
 Stella. Stay, my lords, and salute your King — here is the 
 proof of his claim to the throne. 
 
 \_She gives the sealed pa2)er to the Cliief of the Senate, 
 and turning round to see who brought it to her, ex- 
 claims, " Gracious Heavens ! — it is not Ramir I" 
 [TVte Chief of the Senate breaks the seal of the j^cper, 
 and to a piano accompaniment of the orcehstra, reads 
 these words : 
 We, Don Bartholombo, formerly First Minister of the Kingdom of 
 Sicily, having retired to an obscure solitude, to expiate our crimes, and 
 being on the eve of quitting this life, confess before Heaven, to have 
 committed, with the connivance of the Regent, the enormous sin of 
 entrusting to the hands of the jDirate, Juan Telles, Don Paul, the youth- 
 ful heir to the throne, with a view to his death ; but having since as- 
 certained in this, our holy retreat, from the pirate himself, that, touched 
 with pity for the child, he had spared its life, and had it secretly brought 
 up ; we swear, by our hopes of salvation, that the heir to the throne of 
 Sicily, is Don Sylvio, of St. Michael — a refugee in the castle so called, 
 situated in the Abruzzi mountains — and we entrust this authentic docu- 
 ment to the accomplice of our crime, Juan Telles, equally repentant as 
 ourself, that he may use every possible means to repair the wrong we 
 have done. Signed at Montenegro, in remission of our sins — Fra Bar- 
 tholomeo. 
 
 Sen. {boiuing ^vith great resp)ccf.) My lords, with such testi- 
 mony, the signature to which is known by us all, let us render 
 homage to the son of our late sovereign — to our sovereign him- 
 self. 
 
 Don P. (falling in transjjort at Stella's/^c?.) It is to you 
 I owe my throne and life, — but I will never accept its crown, 
 unless you partake it with me. 
 
 Stella, (greatly agitated) Sire, — in mercy, speak not to me 
 thus! 
 
 Don P. IMy love — my faith — are yours — 
 Ram. (suddenly appeai-ing on the other side of Stella.) 
 But your hand is mine ! 
 
 [Stella turns round, and utters a scream of terror on 
 seeing him. 
 Don P. {to Stella.) Say, then, you will be mine. 
 Stella, [with deep emotion.) Go, Prince, go, and receive the 
 homage of your subjects, — in a few moments hence you shall 
 have my answer. 
 
 [_Here the Pages open the great doors at the back, and the 
 Senators respectfully advance towards Don Paul. 
 Chief The Senate, sire, await your pleasure. 
 
THE ENCHANTRESS. 
 
 37 
 
 [Don Paul obliged to follow them, as they go out, leaves 
 Stella toith a struggle, xcldle she makes a farewell 
 signal to him. 
 
 Mat. (to Attendants, &c., and drawing himself tip witJi an 
 air of patronage.) It depends entirely how you behave your- 
 selves. [Exit. 
 Stella rapidly sits down to the tahle, and writes a few 
 toords. 
 Ram. At the risk of my life, I made my way into the pre- 
 sence of Galeas, under the disguise of a mendicant monk, and 
 presenting a poignard to his throat, I wrested that paper from 
 him, and sent it to you by one of our men, while I staunched 
 the blood that was streaming from my wound. 
 Stella. You are wounded, then? 
 
 Ram. In escaping from the citadel a shot hit me in the arm ; 
 I have, however, kept my word — will you keep yours ? 
 
 Stella. Be at the Chapel of St. Marie Majeure on the sea- 
 shore, at eight o'clock, and there you shall find your bride. 
 
 Ram. (overjoyed. \ Ah ! then I shall not have paid too dearly 
 for so much happiness. 
 
 Stella. I ask but one last favour of you ; — here are a few 
 lines for the King — I entrust them to your honour — give them 
 into Don Paul's own hand, and mine is yours. 
 
 [Gives the letter to E.AMIR — Stella exhibits signs of in- 
 tense feeling, and instantly hurries off, followed by 
 Kamir. 
 
 Scene III. — The sea-shore — on the 0. P. side, the Chapel of St. 
 Marie 3Iajeiire, the Gothic portal of lohich projects on the 
 stage, and to vihicli several steps lead. The scene, lohich has 
 a solitary and melancholy appearance, is lighted by a bright 
 moon playing on the leaves — a long-boat is made fast to the 
 beach. 
 
 [^The Pirates enter, here and there, rolling in casks of 
 spirits, bales of merchandize, &c. &c., with tohich they 
 load the boat, and make other preparations for their 
 departure. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Adieu to fair Sicilia's strand, 
 
 Her skies of azure blue, 
 A brighter spot — a lovelier land — 
 
 The wanderer never knew ! 
 
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