MUSIC LIB. ML 50 D71F4E 1871 A A 3 ! 3 ! 7 j 7 I 2 ! 6 [ ' 3D rn ! o ; ^ : :> ; 3) • ID • -< DONIZETTI DAUGHTER OF THE REGIMENtI THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES MEREDITH WILLSON LIBRARY STANLEY RING COLLECTION MUSIC LIBRARY Aa > . , . : . . . J 1 - .-*■- PARE PA-ROSA GRAND I ENGLISH OPEEA. THE DAUGHTER OF THE REGIMENT. THE MUSIC BY DONIZETTI.' » » War. C. JRryaxt & Co., EVENING POST STlkll PSESSES. 1871. .» PAREPA-ROSA G K A N II English Opera. the DAUGHTER OF THE REGIMENT. A Grand Opera in Three Acts. THE MUSIC BY DONIZETTI. WORDS SPECIALLY TRANSLATED FOB THE FAEEPA-EOSA CPEEA COMPANY, ARTHUR BAILDOX. Esq. El ten . .. - ing to Act ol ' _ - ' t BY CHAS. B. BURRELL, la Ifcc Cltrk't Office of tl» District Court - - \"»« Yurk. Wm. C. Bbtant b Go. EVENING POST kTBAM PBI8tll. 1871. C H A R A C T E R S . i [belonging to the Eleventh ) SERGEANT SULPIZIO, - Regiment of the French I ( Army.) ) CORPORAL SPONTINE, i ) CORPORAL GRENADE, - {of the same Regiment) [ CORPORAL FUZILE, / ) TONIO {a young Tyrolese Peasant) ORTENSIO {Intendant to the Marchioness) M. LE NOTAIRE FIRST PEASANT MARIA (the adopted DaugJtter of the Regiment) THE MARCHIONESS DE BERKENFELD Ladies, Gentlemen, Soldiers of the Eleventh Regimeut, Peasants, Servants, tfce., tfce. The Action is in the Tyrol, during the period of its invasion by the French. vfe ^0 tfltl PLOT. The scene of this opera is laid in the Tyrol, during- the occupation of that country by the French. The heroine is Maria, a vivandiere, called the Daughter of the Regiment, because found on the field, after a battle, by Sulpizio, a French sergeant, by him conveyed to the encampment of the Eleventh* Regiment of the Grand Army of Napoleon, and by them adopted as their daughter. On the person of the infant, however, was affixed a letter, written by her father, a captain, and addressed to the Marchioness of Berkenfeld. This letter the sergeant carefully preserved. At the opening of the opera, the foundling has grown up to a sprightly young woman, full of spirit and enterprise, the delight of her parent, the regiment, and the especial admiration of Tonio, a Tyrolese, only a year or two older than herself. who saved her life when in danger of falling over a precipiece. He asks her hand, and the regiment, in its paternal character, assembles, discusses the propo- sal, and comes to the conclusion to consent to the match on the soldierlike con- dition that Tonio shall enlist into the regiment. To this Tonio readily consents, and all seems going as the course of true love has been said never to do, when the Marchioness of Berkenfeld appears on the field. Sulpizio recollects the name, and, considering himself bound in duty so to do, delivers to her the letter he had found on the person of the infant, Maria. The Marchioness well knows the hand- writing, declares Maria to be her niece, haughtily demands her of the regiment, and dismisses Tonio as wholly unfit to be connected with any one of her highborn family. Here the first act closes. In the second act we find Maria transferred to the Castle of Berkenfeld, her vivandiere costume rejected for habiliments more suited to her changed position, and masters about her to eradicate all traces of her military antecedents ; but with a result not quite satisfactory to the Marchioness. Accomplished and lady- like in her bearing, Maria undoubtedly becomes; but she sighs for her former freedom, and is frequently caught in the act of singing the joyous Rataplan, and going through some of the evolutions of the regiment. Still more deeply does she sigh over her separation from Tonio. While these regrets are preying on her mind, the sound of approaching drums and fifes announces the advance of a mili- tary force. In a short time the castle is in the possession of the besiegers, who turn out to be the gallant Eleventh, with Tonio at their head, who, for his noble conduct throughout his career as a subaltern, has been made a field-officer. Mu- tual recognition of course secures the safety of the inmates of the castle, and Tonio renews his application for the hand of Maria. The Marchioness again rejects him, on the ple;i that she has promised her to the son of a neighboring Duchess. Tonio proposes to Maria that she shall elope with him, and she, indignant at her supposed aunt's cruelty, gives her consent. This coming to the knowledge of the Marchioness, in order to establish a new claim on the obedience of Maria, she IQSZ7GO IV. reveals to her the facts that in early life she had contracted wedlock with an officer in rank so far below the aristocratic expectations of her family, that she had found it necessary to conceal the circumstance — that the officer, who had fallen on the field, and. placed the letter adressed to her on the neck of a child, was her hus- band — and that Maria was consequently her daughter, and not her niece. Maria, who had refused to obey the behests of her aunt, cannot set at. defiance the wishes of her recently discovered mother, and in an agony of grief she renounces Tonio. But her suffering and devotion have awakened the dormant maternal fellings of the Marchioness, who, declaring the happiness of her daughter to be more dear to her than earthly grandeur, consents to the union of Tonio and Maria. T H K DAUGHTER OF THE REGIMENT. ACT I Scene— 0« the Right is a Cottage — On the Left the first houses of a Village — Mountains in the distance. The Marchioness of Berkenfeld is seated on a rustic bench on the Left, Ortensio stands at her side — Swiss peasants are grouped on rising ground behind, as if on guard, while their wives and daughters are in front, to the left, kneeling before a stone image of the Virgin. Peasants. In silence all arming, With courage to dare To meet here the foemen Let each one prepare. Women. Heaven, pray hear us, Ever be near us, To thee we kneel ; Show not thy anger, Spare us this danger, And aid reveal. Ortensio. Calm thee, madame, be not alarmed ; Pray, take courage, have no fear. March. That the foe should surprise us in this way, Is too shocking for my nerves to bear. Peasants. In courage each comrade vies, What is life worth if honor dies ? 6 1st ISolo. Now from our mountains The foe his steps is turning, Rejoice, my friends, This good news to be learning. Chorus. Now, past is the danger, Let joy hold its sway, No threats of the foemen Our hearts can dismay. Peace we all have pray'd for. Descends now from above, Our country delivered, Revives to joy and love. i Exeunt Chorus. March. Pray, support me, good people, do not leave Me here all alone. Ortexsio. Who could have imagined that the very day that your excellency, the Marchioness of Lauffen. thinks proper to re- turn to your native castle, that the troops of Savoy should sud- denly leave the frontier and renew their march. March. What is to be done now, good Ortensio ; shall we go on or retrace our steps ? Ortex. Well, my lady, that is very difficult to determine. March. While you are turning it over in your mind, do you think that the carriage is safe? Ortex. On that point, also, a doubt might arise. March. Then run after those people a1 once and see, while 1 wait in this cottage. [Ortensio runs off after the peasants, a ml the Marchioness goes in the Cottage. Enter Sl lpizio. Sulpizio. Ha! ha! These peasants, who were about to perform such prodigies of valor, how rapidly they disappear w hen they see a soldier of my martial appearance advancing. Well, this time at least their courage will not be called in question, for peace has been proclaimed, more's I he pity. It must be fully three weeks since the gallant Eleventh has added anything to its laurels, and it is positively dying for want of something to do. (Maria sings without.) There is our daughter in these miserable times of peace, the only comfort left her is five or six hundred fathers. (Maria sings again.) There she goes again. Bless her sweet pipes, what would the regiment do without her merry laugh and cheerful glance, her kindly word and charming voice, that thrills like a bird and enchants like an angel. No wonder the regiment is proud of its daughter. Enter Maria. Maria. Is it really ? Well, I must say, Father Sulpizio, I don't think I disgrace it, for wherever its dear old flag appears its daughter is not far off. And I, too, am proud of my parentage, for search through the world, where will you find a more gallant, unselfish, reckless, daring set of dear brave old stupids, than our glorious Eleventh. To them I owe all, their glory is mine. I first saw the light, yes, On the field of strife, The drum's sound is ever The joy of my life; With victory before me, My proud heart beats high, Our country and glory, Is our battle cry. Sulp. From me she learned this, There's no concealing, Courage and feeling Her words impart. There is no duchess, Proudest of creatures, Can show such features, Or such a heart. A happy day 'twas, when Heaven to cheer us, You, then an infant, bestowed upon me, When your sad crying resounded near us, And all the camp rush'd to succor thee. Mar. Each like a tender and loving father, So gently bore me as softly could be, And for a cradle a soldier's knapsack, No braver cradle than that for me. Sulp. Sweet was the slumber that you there found, While martial drums waked the echoes round. Mar. A child no longer, each gallant soldier His cap now touches whene'er we meet. 8 Sulp. "lis but his duty, my pretty maiden, Your matchless beauty he thus should greet. Mar. The perils, too, of the camp I dare, Alike the battle and the feast I share. Sulp. To aid the wounded yeu take your stand. And press the conquerors warlike hand. Mar. When night is closing in the canteen, Sir, AVhose task to cheer you has it e'er been, Sir ? Sulp. Who makes us joyful and care disown ? 'Tis you alone — 'tis you alone. Mar. And for my talent was it not meant. Sir, That to reward me, the regiment, Sir, Had chosen me for its Vivandiere ! Should our brave regiment be called to battle, 'Midst gallant warriors I'll lead the way ; The bright swords flashing where the cannons rattle, With you beside me naught can dismay. If like her father a child should be, There's none before me. Sulp. That all must agree. Mar. I thirst for glory. Sulp. That all can see. Mar. With them I'll march. Sulp. Eight proud they'll be; Both. Forward, then — the Eleventh be our cry ! [ Exeunt. Enter Tonic. Tonio. At last have I arrived here, I saw the soldiers march this way. So I came in hope that some chance Would let me catch but a glance Of her I love so. Sweetly her smile was beaming As it shed radiance o'er me ; In ecstacv soft dreaming It there appeared before me. Dearest, for thee I live alone, Ever my heart thy sway shall own, Love be the star to lead us on, Love that in Heaven and earth is one ; Without Love's cheering light Life itself is endless night. Sweet dream of love ! Gently, Tonio, and consider Should you not her love obtain ? In vain come doubts to scare me, Far from my heart let care be, In love and hope confiding, Joy through my breast is gliding, Never my suit deriding. Will Maria cause me pain ? I now will hasten to her And all will then explain. [Exit. Sulpizio and Maria return. Sulp. No.. Maria, it is not right that after we have brought you up and protected you, you should withhold your confidence from us. Mar. Nay, dear Sulpizio, do be patient. Sulp. Be patient you, and listen to me. You know we have never been able to discover your family or country, although there was found on you a letter, which I since have kept at the bottom of my knapsack, and that — Mar. Yes, yes : I know all that. Sulp. Why, then, do you leave your comrades, and wander forth alone from the camp in that pensive manner ? Mar. The fact is that— that — Sulp. I have been told that where we last encamped you were seen in close conversation with a — but, no, it can't be true. Mar. On the contrary, it is very true. He was a gentle Swiss youth, who one day saved me from danger, when, but for him, T must have perished. However, that is all over, for we are here while he is far away. [Noise without. Sulp. What's the meaning of this tumult ? [Enter soldiers, bringing Tonio. Sol. March forward, come on, We all well know You have come spying Here for the foe. Mar. Whom see I ? 'Tis he. Oh, Heaven ! 10 8c lp. Take him elsewhere. Mar. One moment — 'tis he. Sulp. What say you — the stranger — He that loves you ? Tontio. Ah, for my heart what boundless rapture ! Mar. What to seek this spot induced you ? Tonlo. What other place can charm me Save where thou art, love? Sol. He's a traitor, No one greater, Hither come our cant]) to spy ; Vain is ever His endeavor From our soldiers' rage to fly. Mar. But one moment, dear friends, I pray you. This slight favor you'll grant to me. What! To death, then, you'd consign him Who saved my life in danger? Sol. What says she? Sulp. The truth she tells you. Sol. Well, these few words, then. His fate have now quite alt; red. Mar. A precipice before me, And 1 about to fall, Thence his arm bore me, Risking his life to save me. Can you slay him who life gave me ? Sol. No, indeed ! Sllp. If this lie so, brave comrade. You had better accept our friendship. Tonio. With pleasure. Perhaps through this I may be able To see and approach her My heart so loudly worships. SULP. ISToav, come, then, Let's gaily welcome him who sav'd From death our dearest daughter, And drink to him who for her Risked his life. Kill up each glass. A toast, now : Here's to Switzerland, his native country. 11 Tonjo. No, no — never. Than that I'd rather break my glass. Sol. He's raving ! Tonio. Here's to Savoy, And the new friends I have found here. Sol. To Savoy long life then, And to you also. Sulp. Now, to enhance our merry meeting, Suppose that our daughter sing us The martial song we love so— Of the Eleventh brave regiment, the glory Mar. All here confess it, Each one must own, A regiment 'tis Equaled by none — Whose credit never fails Amidst its friends, While to us each canteen Its welcome lends : A regiment, too, That where it appears Husbands and lovers Are filled with fears ; To charm each maid, Smartly array M, See He is there, 'Tis true, Beyond compare With the Eleventh, That's equal'd by none. Tonio. Long live our regiment! Sulp. Be silent. Mar. So many battles By it are gained, That, by our sovereigD, It was ordained That each brave soldier, Who got safely home, 12 Generalissimo Should soon become ; For the Eleventh, Peril ne'er fearing, There is no deed too hold For its brave daring — Foes quail before them. Fair ones adore him. He is there, &c. \Dnnn without END OF ACT FIRST. A C T I I. Sulp. 'Tis now time to muster — let's go, then, There is no joking here with the regulations. Tonio. Ah, they are going! Sulp. And you, young fellow — hence, away. Mar. But a prisoner is he, And for him we all must answer. Sulp. Not I, truly — so you'll please, miss. To let him come with us. Sol. 'Tis sometimes quite unpleasant Compell'd thus to obey, The drum's loud roll at present Calls us to march away. Uncertain life is speeding, The hours let gaily tlow, To-morrow never heeding If joy to-day will show. [Exeunt all but Marie. Mar. They have taken him away with them, and I would have so liked a little conversation with him, if only to know why 1 .• thus risked his life feo see me. Enter Tonio. Tonio. Dear Maria ! Mar. How come you hen- ? Tonio. They thought I should follow them, but it was not likely. I don't like them well enough, and as for that horrid old one — Mar. Slop, stop, sir — how dare you speak thus of my father? Tosrio. Your father? Oh, yes, of course, I didn't mean him, 1 meant that other, the short one. Mar. Not a word against him — he's my father also. Tosio. Is he, and what are all the others? Mar. They are all my fathers, too. Tonio. Do you mean the whole regiment ? Mar. Exactly, you have just guessed it. The whole regiment is my father — to it I owe everything — my life and education. But what brought you here ? Toxio. List and I will tell you. 13 14 DUET. Tonio. Ah, I love you ! Mar. What — say you truly ? Tonio. And can you doubt it ? Now hear me. and I'll convince you. Mar. I'll see — I'll hear what you say, And then I'll judge. Tonio. From the first moment when you in danger "Were by kind Heaven offered to my sight Eepose has left me — from peace a ranger. For you my heart beats each day and night. Mar. These are thoughts that soon will vanis . Leaving but an impress slight. Tonio. Afar from you, where my hard fate bore me, So worthless life did to me appear, I braved the dangers that were before me, To die, if needed, where you'd be near. Mar. Ah, that I know. I also Understand well that feeling. The life here given us We ousrht to cherish for those we love. The tender vows thus spoken My heart so warmly move, Its wise resolves are broken, It yields at length to love. Tonio. The tender vows I've spoken Her gentle heart may move ; Let pity be a token, She'll yield to pray'rs of love. You see I love you, though you may never Like passion know. Mar. Shall I convince you ? Tonio. I'll see. I'll hear what you say, And then I'll judge. Mar. So free and happy my days were passing, I heeded little each sighing swain ; But other feelings my heart possessing, Now empire o'er me would Love obtain. A simple flower that to me you gave, I have worn next to my heart, Which it did never leave. 15 Both. The tender vows, &c. [They embrace, and at that moment enter Sulpizio. Sulp. Bombshells and mortars ! That confounded young Swiss that so neatly gave us the slip ! Tonlo. Don't be angry. Sergeant: its all right, and 1 am going to marry Maria. Sulp. You rascal! [Makes a rus h at Ton io, who gets behind Maria.] Maria is promised to the bravest of the regiment. Maria. Then this time my combined paternity have made a mistake. Tonio. That's right. Give it him, Maria. Sulp, Eh? {Makes another rush at Tonio, who hides as be- fore.) No one may wed her unless he belongs to the glorious Eleventh. Tosrio. Well, then, suppose I join the glorious Eleventh? Sulp. You shant have her. Maria. Nor any one else in the regiment, then. Sulp. All through you, you scoundrel, our daughter deserts her colors; but by Bacchus, your hones shall smart for it. [Draw- ing his sword. [Maria runs off. Tonio stopped by Sulpizio. DUET. Sulp. I'm about to mention, Now, young fellow, pay attention, Now, young fellow, now young fellow, now young fel- low. You had better pay attention. Give up thinking of our daughter. Or prepare else for instant slaughter ; Give up thinking of our daughter, You had better, or prepare for instant slaughter ; Give up thinking of our daughter, If you do not, you we'll slaughter. Now, to what to you I mention, You had better pay attention. Give up thinking of our daughter, Or prepare for instant slaughter. Now, to what to you I mention, You had better pay attention ; Give up thinking, give up thinking of our daughter, Or prepare for instant slaughter. 16 Tonio. Her whom I so fondly cherish, Think you, I could leave for ever ? Oh ! far sooner would I perish Thau from her I love to sever. Sulp. In the field, without delaying, We will settle this affair. In the field, we will settle, we'll settle this affair. Give your hand. Tonto. What's that you're saying ? Sulp. Your hand, sir ; your hand, sir. Tonio. Well, it is there." Sulp. Ah ! you tremble ! Tonio. No, I don't. Sulp. Don't dissemble. Tonio. That I won't. Sulp. No. We shall see where yonder forest Its deep shadow is revealing, And a gentle hill concealing, There, my lad. we'll meet again, When the midnight hour is speeding, We will tight, no mercy heeding, On the sward, lifeless and bleeding, One of us two shall remain. Tonio. Alas! If I my life must yield. If I my life must yield, I who adore thee, Wilt thou not think of me, Wilt thou nol think of me, And of my love ? Sulp. As any reed that in the wind is shaken. TONIO. If but one gentle tear Thou wouldsi shed o'er me. Sulp. Have I made tremble this pool' fellow. Tonio. Envied by many, my fate might prove. Sulp. Of his love for Maria I must make an end here, So once more I will try him, Perhaps he now will go. Our daughter. Tonio. No, sergeant. SuL£. You'll meet, me ? 17 » Ton io. I will. f Ah, while glory doth call me, Sulp. J No fears can appal me, • Tonio. > And triumph shall all see Must follow true love. With courage and daring, For danger naught caring, With valor preparing My heart's love to prove. When midnight soundeth, There I will await you, And not in vain ; One of us, you know, Must there remain. [Exit Antonio. — Enter Ortensio, followed by Maechioness.] Orten. One moment, noble captain. Sulp. ( Taking no notice.) When once I catch you. Orten. Hem, hem — gentle captain. Sulp. {Seeing him.) Say sergeant, and be d — d to you. Orten. Sergeant and be d — d to you. Sulp. What now ? Orten. A lady would speak with you {indicating the Mar- chioness). Sulp. Then, you shut up; how dare you prevent her. {He turns on Ortensio with his sword, when the Marchioness comes between them.) March. Pray, excuse him, sir, for my sake. Soldiers are always so polite to ladies. (Sulpizio is confused — coughs, sheathes his sword, salutes and stands at attention.) I was about to re- turn home, but finding the road full of soldiers, I have made bold to ask your protection as far as my neighboring castle of Berken- feld. Sulp. {Su/yrised.) Berkenfeld ? March. Why do you start at that name ? Sulp. W T as there ever a Captain Kobert of that name ? March. A Captain Kobert ? Sulp. Aye ; did you ever know such a one ? March. Oh, heaven! Did I ever know such a one? He was my — {pauses, and calming herself '). I mean, my sister, unknown to all, espoused him, and from their secret union there sprung an infant daughter, lost on the field of battle ! 18 Sulp. Was her name Maria ? March. That was the name her unhappy father gave her. Sulp. Captain Robert — Maria — lost on the field of battle — 'tis she, the pride, the darling child of the Eleventh. March. What mean yon? Sulp. She lives and is close to you. March. She lives — oh, joy! But what proof have you? Sulp. One that will convince you (takes a letter from his breast). See this letter, written a few hours before the battle in which Cap- tain Robert so bravely lost his life. It was confided, w T ith Maria, to the care of a servant, but a stray bullet met the servant, and relieved him of his charge. Since then Maria has been reared with the regiment. March. I hope her manners have been properly looked after, and that she is all propriety can desire. Sulp. She could not be more polished had she been brought up in a palace : but here she comes, and you can judge for yourself. I I know you will be delighted. JSnterMARiA. Maria. Well, gunpowder and brimstone, you see I've come back. March. Good gracious ! Sulp. (Aside to them.) There — no duchess could speak plainer. Maria. You look as cross as a musket that has lost its ramrod ; but, come, embrace your Maria, and get back [to the family, they are waiting for you. Sulp. You no longer belong to it. Maria. What's that? StTLP. Your aunt, there, takes the place in future of the glorious Eleventh. March. Yes. niece, come to my arms : no longer shall you suf- fer the hardships of military life. Ortensio, see that the horses are ready. You dear child, read your father's letter. Maria. My father's letter? (Reads it.) Then I must leave my kind and loving fathers ; oh ! (weeping.) Sulp. For a while rest you here, and try to dry your tears. ( They enter the cottage.) [The drums roll, and soldiers enter.] Sol. Rataplan, There is no sound here Can a soldier cheer Like the drum's roll, loud and clear. 19 Rataplan, At. its martial sound Every heart doth bound, Fired with ardor all are found ; Hail to the fight, coward ones alarming ; Ever for victory the soldier's heart beats high ; Hail unto death; our brave troops swarming. Hasten to battle, to conquer or die. Corporal. But who's this now that's coming: Oh, 'tis that young fellow Who, by us. was this morning A prisoner taken. Bravo; truly he has become a soldier Enter Tonio. Tonjo. Behold me, friends, here with joy returning. Beneath your flag I shall henceforth serve ; The love that in my breast is burning, To be ;i hero my heart will nerve. Oh, joyful day! Ah, that dear maiden for whom I languish Hath pity shown me to sooth myaugush, And the bright star that beiore me shone Soon I in rapture may call my own. Soi.. Our comrade here to love is a victim. Tonio. Ah, if you only my secret knew! Soi.. What? Tis our daughter who has enslaved him. Tonio. 1 pray you hear me, her father, you. Ah, for my bride it seems I cannot take her, AVithout first your consent was given too. Soi.. As for our daughter 'twas a condition, A foe should never call her his bride, For she is worthy higher position, And thus her fathers did all decide. Tonio. Then you refuse me ? Sou Now and forever, She's promised the Eleventh from it ne'er to sever. Toxio. This promise cannot hold her, If I become a soldier, 'Twas for her sake alone. Sol. The worse for you. 20 Tonio. But my good friends now You her good father, Ah, pray to hear me, Your gentle daughter loves me. Sol. No, no, it can't be — loved by our daughter ? Tonio. She loves me — indeed 'tis true. Sol. 'Tis truly surprising, Our wonder is rising, But then if she love him His bride she should be. Tonio. Then say. Sol. If true what we hear, Though hearts be riven, For your wife shall Maria To you be given. Tonio. Such glad tidings Joy impart, Mine her hand now, And her heart ; Ended ever Is sorrow for me, When I husband And soldier be. But does she love you ? I swear to ye. If this be true, Married to you. Yes, she shall be. Her fathers give her to me, My bride is she now. Enter Sulpizio, Maria, Marchioness and Ortensio. Sulp. No one here but her aunt Has right to claim her, With whom she goes at once. Sol. What, our dear daughter Take away from us ? You're raving. Tonio. Take away her I love so, Can this be true ? Say, dearest, Is it not a sad dream ? Sol. Tonio. Sol. Tonto. 21 Maria. We must be parted, • Yes, we must part, Companions all in glory, Henceforth from you afar my steps must stray ; The tears that start Conceal now before me The grief they show rends the heart of Maria, on this sad day. Toxjo. The hope I cherish'd Gone is forever. From thee, to sever Is death to me. Sulp. & ) Must her dear presence Sol. \ Leave us forever, For us there never More grief could be. Maria. Yes, we must part Dear friends, who my youth guided, Whose tender thought bestowed the care a father could proffer : With me eacii joy and sorrow divided, Never my heart Can with wealth replace the simple love you offer. Tosrio. Friends, let her not in this way leave us, None of Maria shall bereave us. Ah, then if you must leave us, 1 will go also. You've enlisted, remember, My line young fellow. Tonio! What would you, dearest? This sad blow is but wanted, Fresh sorrow making. Maria ! Thus must I lose him ! I feel my heart is breaking. Sulp. \ With sorrow already ^ & ;• ol. \ Each heart fills to-day, The devil take the lady Who takes our child away. When battle fierce raging Sulp. Maria. Tonio. Maria. Tonio. Maria. 22 The Eleventh did dare, She shone 'midst us engaging. Our guardian augel there. Maria & ) The hopes that warmed me, Tokio. f The hopes that charmed me, But one short season To me were leit ; What can wealth offer To soothe the heart If loved ones suffer And ever part ? March. Let us be going. Come, niece. Maria. Dear friends, farewell, and for ever. Your hand, good Pietro, And yours, Matteo, Yours, also, dear old Tommaso, Whose arms so often My infant form have carried. March. 'Tis quite shocking- Dear niece, now let us go. Maim a. One last embrace. Sulpizio. March. Oh, for shame ! Sol. Oh, what grief. Maria. All here have loved me as their own child. Sol. She has been the child of our love. Makia. Ah. dear comrades, thus forced to leave yon. Such great sorrow will break my heart. March. Let us be going, such freedom showing, This I can't allow — we must depart ; I say again, come leave these men. Tosio. Thy dear image, preserved for ever. Firm shall dwell in my faithful heart. Ortkx. At once to go 'twere best, my lady. And from these men make her depart. Sol. The devil take the lady. &e. \At sound of the drum* the soldiers form two lines and, present arms to Maria, as she, weeping, fjasses between them. Maria ascends the hilt, turns and sat ales them all. Tonio. who is in front, tears thr ribbons from his hat and stamps upon them with desperation. Slow curtain.] END OF ACT SECOND. ACT III. Scene. — Handsome Saloon, with doors right and left. Folding doors at bach, opening on a corridor. Enter Ortensio and Sulpizio, who carries Itis arm in a sling Orten. Here is a note from the notary. "The Duke and his mother will be here at six."' Good news. [Exit Enter Maria. Maria. 0, Sulpizio, I am so glad I have found you. They are trying to teach me all sorts of things, hut you remember my old saying, don't you ? — " I won't." Sulp. Try and bear with them. Maria. But, dear old friend, how is your wound!'' Sulp. It will soon be well. Maria. I hope not, or else you will have to rejoin the regiment. There's my aunt is seeking amidst the antiquities of this ancient castle a song that she wishes me to learn and sing to-night before our grand guest, but the old saying will come in use again, and she'll hear " I won't." I don't want their lords or dukes. I love Tonio, who became a soldier for my sake, and a soldier's love is all I desire. Sulp. Attention — present arms — here's your aunt. Enter Marchioness. March. O, my dear niece, such good news; you will be cliarm- ed to hear that my search has been successful. Here is the song, and though from your strange education in that regiment of mon- sters, you may not be able to give it the same delicate expression that I used to in my younger days, I have no doubt you will cause considerable sensation in it if you only pay attention to my instructions. Now come try it over, and when necessary 1 will prompt you. [She sits at the Harpischord mid plays with exaggerated expression — Maria sings. 23 24 Maria. Sulp. Maria. March. Maria. Sulp. Maria. March. Maria. March. Maria. March. Sulp. March. Maria. March. " When o'er the forest day was breaking, " Fair Venus left her home in the skies, " Through these sweet groves her lonely way taking, " Seeking her love 'midst the glades she hies." Our martial song was a better one — " The brave Eleventh equal'd by none." Eataplan ! The brave Eleventh, &c. Rataplan ! Eh, what's that I hear now? Excuse me, pray, I find I'm wrong, But I quite forgot the song. " This happy lover, who by her was favored '• For manly bearing and for love, "None could in looks excel through the grove, " Fair ones adore " — Foes quail before them, Fair ones adore them. Foes quail, &c, He is there, &c. What's that you say? I am quite shocked ! What horrid nonsense this air, so long and drear, Than it a soldier's song is better yet, And though the camp now we never chance to near, Their martial melodies I'll ne'er forget. Let us go on. Just as you please. (I cannot help it, There's no relief.) " Beholding Venus so radiantly beaming, " The mountain echo repeats to the dawn " Philomel's song in wild love notes streaming, "As sighing, it on zephyrs is borne. Now, then, you should sigh like that same zephyr. There's no denying Better than sighing, Is the drum's rattle when the ranks form. That is not it. Tra, la, la. Tra, la, la. Now louder — softly now ; That's right. That's wrong. 25 Maria. Indeed, aunt, I give it up. The song of the Eleventh Was easier to manage. March. Of the Eleventh ! What's that you tell me ? Maria } Forward - then— the Eleventh he our cry. & Ot LP. ) March. What horrid sounds! Oh this is shocking — it cannot be, For a moment who can compare Such a song so sweet and gentle With a soldier's vulgar air. [The Marchioness (joes off indignantly. Maria re-enters her room, and Sulpizio is about to depart at the bach, when tie is met by Ortensio. Orten. Might}' warrior, I came to seek you. Sulp. What is it ? Ortex. A soldier waits below : not one of the common sort, hut one with gold epaulets. Sulp. Epaulets ? The one I hope for. should it he, A jolly row we soon shall see. {Exit, followed by Orteebio— Martial anisic without— Enter Maria. Maria. What sounds are in the distance ; Ah, can this be true ? Those martial sounds entrancing ; The Eleventh are here advancing. Oh, what rapture on my heart falling, Coming hither are my friends Of my youth, fond thoughts recalling That with them memory once more sends. Who's born where the drum's sound, And cannon's loud rebound, Despises the thraldom t That from wealth doth start ! Hurrah, then, for glory. That brave deeds impart, With victory before me, Joy reigns in my heart. 26 Enter Soldiers. Sot.. "Pip she: yes, 'tis our daughter! Thrice happy this day. Your friends .see who loved you, And thus to meet all doth repay. Makla. Companions dear, I greet you all! Once more to have you nigh Such happiness doth bring me, All cares I now defy. Sol. Ho. there ! ho, house there ! Is there nobody coming? Enter Ortensio. Oktkn. Mercy upon us all ! What brings here a whole regiment? Maria. See in these soldiers. Ortensio, My trusty old companions! So yon will give them The best wine, and the oldest. Orten. But — Sn.r. No huts there. To your orders — don't dare reply ! Orten. These orders I don'l mean to obey. [Jnless, indeed, sir, To force I am compelled to yield. Sii.i-. Here, comrades, help altogether. Ami seize him. Ohtkn. Confusion! but this is shocking: Thus to assault me Is nothing less than treason. Sol. Stop your noise now. 'tis no use, And yonr best wine quick produce. [ The soldiers run off with Ortensio, leaving Maria and Sulpizio. Enter To mo. A. .'i. Here aW three. Now we see . Joyously, Gay and free, Greater joy to our heart ne'er could be. oh. the b^ eel memory 27 Of times gone by us, Those joys so dear For ever fly us, Hope doth deny us Those joys gone by us. Once more I'll see, Still mine shall be When near to thee. Here all three, &c. A. 2. Our cause you'll undertake, And of our love you'll speak ; So speak out without fear. Sulk But now, if you'll believe me — A. 2. Your promise you did give me. Sulp. One moment, will you hear. A. 2. If fortune should smile on us, In it you'll also share. [ They retire, and the Marchioness enters attended by the Countess, Notary, and numerous guests, March. Come forward, I pray you Our kind and noble Countess ; Sir Notary, you also Be seated, I pray. Countess. The Count, my relative, is occupied with his Couri duties, and will not be able to appear, but he has signed the con- tract. Notary. The Count has given me full powers to consent in his name to his marriage with Maria — Maria — March. Maria de Lauflen. Notary. The agreements are drawn up and signed, and merely wait the signature of the fair bride. March. She now approaches, Lo she comes. Maria. Dearest mother ! March. Daughter, take courage. Sulp. Here, prudence now, For each one present Is closely her observing. Countess. All soon completed Will be at last, dear lady. Maria. Yes ; there is no longer doubt 28 Here I to sign am ready. [Noise without. Ladies. Gracious powers, what a tumult, What shouting! Toxio. ( Without.) Follow me, friends. Enter To~sio and Soldiers. Ladies. Why do these hither come ? Sol. For the succor of our daughter See us all assembled here. Her old comrades now have sought her, That she might know aid is near. Fear no harm that may betide thee, For. behold, thy friends beside thee ; All have come our child to aid, Then take courage, be not afraid. Tonio. A sacrifice they'd make her. Who from us once did take her, When with her every joy, too, Did from the regiment part. They'll force her now to wed With one who'd break her heart. Ladies. Say, what mean you ? Sol. Of the regiment she vivandiere was; There he saw her and her adored. Ladies. What surpise ; 'tis shocking, really. A vivandiere to this rude regiment! Sulp. None the past can e'er recall. Ladies. Vivandiere — you? Maria. Yes! When on the battle field deadly strife was raging, Unto these fate my infant form consigned; My helpless state- their honest hearts engaging, My childhood's days they watched o'er, gentle and kind; Could I forget the kindness such deeds prove, While even my life I owe to their love? Ladiks. Those simple words revealing A heart so full of feeling, Ts'o truth is she concealing ; Such candor all must move. 29 Maria. Now that you know all Must I sign it ':' Tonio. Could she e'er do it ? Maria. Then must I die. March. Maria! Such bitter grief. Dearest Maria, for me you'd suffer ? Hold! Ladies. What means she now to do ? March. This is too much ! A heart so noble I will not sacrifice, But here all pride discarding — him Her true heart for her husband has chosen, I now give to her. Ladies. Who means she ? March. This is he, behold him ! [She brings Tonio forward. Sulp. That's right — that's just as it should be. If I were not so bashful I would the embrace of a soldier Give the old lady. Ladies. This is scandalous, 'tis dreadful. Such a match upsets one's nerves. Let us away, 'tis past all bearing. Maria and ) Long live France in story, Soldiers. \ Honor and glory. May all the joys prove That spring from love. FINAL. 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