^54 K37( I UC-NRLF *B 5MT asi i^ Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2007 with funding from IVIicrosoft Corporation http://www.archive.org/details/ellarosenbergmelOOkennrich ELLA ROSENBERG: A MELO-DRAMA. PRICE 2S. ..t, ct. T'lMl'/tnf A' lontrman. L d ])€c'.'2. jdo7. ELLA ROSENBERG: A MELO-DRAMA. IN TWO ACTS. AS IT IS PERFORMED AT THE THEATRE ROYAL, DRURY LANE. JAMES KENNEY. LONDON: P1U\TF.D FOR lONGMAN, HUKST, REESj AND OHME, PATEllNOSTER ROW. 1 807. DRAMATIS PERSONiE. THE ELECTOR, - ... Mr. Raymond, COL. MOUNTFORT, - - - Mr, De Camp. ROSENBERG, - ... Mr. Elliston. STORM, - ^ .... Mr. Bannister. FLUTTERMAN, . ... Mr. Matthews. COMMANDER OF THE GUARD, Mr. Rat. OFFICER, . . . - ^ Mr. Fisher. SOLDIER, .... Mr. Maddocks. STEPHEN ^Soldiers of Mountfort's f Mr. Cooke. CONRAD, J Party - - - IMr. Male. MESSENGER, Mr. Sparks. Messrs. DignuMi, Gibbon, &c. PEASANTS - - . . I PURSUERS .... (Messrs. Webb, I Evans, &c. ELLA ROSENBERG, ..... Mrs. H. Siddons».| CHRISTINA, Miss Ray. MRS. FLUTTERMAN, - - Mrs. Sparks. Officers— Soldiers— Peasants, &c. SCENE.— Molwxtz, a Provinco of Prussi*» ELLA ROSENBERG A MELO-DRAMA. ACT L SCENE T. An Apartment plainly furnished, Jn Entrance-Door in the Centre^^^-a Closet on the Left. Enter Christina ^^f the Door. Christina. xiEIGHO ! every body rejoicing — every house full of iiappiness but our's — Tliere sits my uncle, as melancholy as ever — thinking of our poor un- happy younglady. — While Aer sufferings continue, even the news of victory cannot revive him. (A knocking at themioor.) Who's there ? jE;^/^er Flutterman, flourishing about. Flut. It's I, my dear. — I'll walk in — Go where I w^ill, small chance but I am welcome. Chris. Why, who is it ? Flut. Who.^ Come, that's very pleasant It's I, Sigismund Flutterman. — What, didn't know me? No great wonder — I hardly know my- self. \ Ml672o 2 ELLA Rosenberg: Chris. So I should think, indeed, when you expose yourself in this way. — It's not for your credit. Flut. No— it's for the honour of the whole province — for the honour of Molwitz — Have'nt we gain'd a most splendid victory ? Chris. Well, we all know that. Flut. Do you ? Then why the Devil don't you laugh ? Why arn't you merry ? — Where's your Uncle ? — Where's the magnanimous Captain Storm? — Zounds! why the House is as dull as the Enemy's Camp. Chins. You won't make it merrier, I'm sure.— • What business jou have in it at all I can't guess. Hut. Hark, ye, lovely Christina. — You know I'm Burgomaster, and Landlord of the Grena- dier — The loyal inhabitants of Molwitz have resolved on a loyal address to the Elector on the late glorious success of his arms. — I proposed it — I composed it ;— -and I, at the head of a select deputation, shall deliver it. Chris. I — I' — I, as usual. Always thinking and talking of yourself. Flut. Aye- — that's my candour. Depend upon Jt, my love, it's a favourite ^subject with more ladies and gentlemen than think fit to acknow- ledge it, Chris. But what have we to do with your address? Flut. An infinite deal, to be sure.— Only consider how much the ugly, brown, weather-beat- en phiz of an old soldier would adorn the front rank of our loyal procession. Chris. May be so ; but my uncle won't go, I'm sure. He's much better employed. A MELO-BRAMA. 3 Plut. Better employed ! Chris. Yes — comforting a poor Lady in dis- tress. Flut. Comforting a Lady!-— Oh, yes; — that's very pretty employment we all know. I have experienced it myself. The other day old Lady Dunderman plump'd out of her barouche, and broke one of her chimsy legs at the door of the Grenadier. She spent twenty florins in the in- side of it, and I administer'd a deal of comfort to her, — Oh! here comes the Captain. Eiiter Storm {singing in a tone of Mdancholy) " Begone, dull Care, &c. &c. Flut. Oh, yes ! — that he will — for I'm here. (Storm stares) Sigismund Flutterman, Burgo- master, and Proprietor of the Grenadier. Captain — - Storm. Well! Flut. The loyal inhabitants of Molwitz have resolved unanimously on an address to the Elec- tor, on his late signal and glorious victory; — ^ which address was propos'd, is now compos'd, and will shortly be delivered by your humble ser- vant. — Now if you would only join the deputa- tion — Storm. Not L Flut. Won't you ? — Zooks, Captain, why what makes you so dull ? Storm. What used to make me merry— my grey hairs and my crippled limb. Once they only reminded me of years of hard and glorious servige r-ra cheering recollection, B 8 4 ELLA aO^£,\BBEG : Flat. Yes ; — so I've heard say. Storm. Now that misfortune has taken shelter with me, they only reipind me of my poverty, and want of power to cure ir. Flut. Very uncomfortable indeed.— I suppose you mean the fair and fine lady that has come to you for protection, Storm. Yes, from the snares of a scoundrel! One of the Elector's prime favourites too— — • Don't take me with you, or old Stoiiii may cliance to tell him to his teeth that fighting our battles doesn't quite complete the duties of a jorince.— What does it avail us that he beats our enemies abroad, while he extends his power to wretches who use it to increase our miseries at home. Flut. Yes— that may be very true; — but there's nothing of that sort in my address. Chris. But princes can't know every thing, tincle. The colonel is allowed to be a man of great bravery. Storm. Bravery ! More's the pity, when both sexes are to be its victims. Shame on the soldier who perverts so noble a quality to dazzle and cor- rupt the female virtue it should be his proudest boast to protect. Flut. Yes, that's my notion ; and I bless my stars, there's no such dangerous point about me, to corrupt any female virtue. Chris, (aside) Tiresome blockhead i'— -(/o him^ Well, we needn't detain you, you know, Mr. Flutterman. Flut. I beg you wouldn't mention it — I'm perfectly at leisur-e : — the captain talks so finely I could listen to him ali day. Storm. I'll soon dismiss him (^^/t/e).— Will vou lend me fifty florins ? Flut. Eb? Chris. Will you lend iiim fifty florins ? Flut, What did you say? {looks at his wutch^) Bless me ! its growing very late.— Fm afraid the deputation is waiting for me — I wish you good morning. — Your situation must he very uncom- fortable, Captain ; but you know I shall shortly hav€ the ear of the Elector^^If I sliould chance to make an impression-— Storm, .Psha ! Flut. I say, if I should — but I dare say I shan't ! (conceitedly) I dare say the Elector won't notice such a iTia« as I am.--r~But if he should, you know;-^'ll rthink of yDu.-r-ry; abode, may, perhaps, attempt it. -^';^'' ^'-^' ' Stoi^m. Come, come, that's being over sCfU^' pulous. (A knocking at the door.) Gome in. Mess. Are you C*t>tain Storm of the In- Va^Hds? Storm, I am — more's my misfortune. Mess. Your Commanding Officer wants to iST?e you at the castle. Storm. I'll follow you directly — I'm not going far, my dear ; I shall soon return. [E.vit with the Messenger. £lla. How inflexible is the fortitude of this brave officer, whilst I, alas ! sink under the weight of my affliction.— Oh, Rosenberg ! where art thou ? — ^What is thy mysterious fate? — Thy sole care, perhaps^ is for thy deserted Elk ! — Alas ! if misfortune must be our lot, why may we not sigh together — why may not our tears be mingled ! — How much more welcome would death have been than this cruel separation ! (a knock- ing at the door.) Some one knocks — Somebody wanting the Captain, perhaps.- — Who's there ? Mountfort (in ajeigried voice) without — A person from Isaac the picture merchant. [Music. [Ella opens the door — Colonel Mountfort enters^ disguised as a Jew. Ella, at firsts seems uneasy^ but as he speaks, gradually reco'oers her self-possession. Mount. I peg yoiir pardon. Madam, but my friend Isaac tell me vat you make de pretty c 16 ELLA ROSENBERG: picture — If you shall make von for me, I shall be mosh oblige — Dere is some design — vil you be so kind and look ? Ella. Willingly, Sir, and shall thank you for your favours. \^Music. f Mount, shews some di^awings which he has in a portfolio.) Mount, (aside) Tis well— she does not know me. [Music. [While he engages Ella's attention towards the sketches, Stephen appears at the door — Mountfort makes signs to him — He repeats them without to Conrad.-— They both enter, glide cautiously towards the closet, into which they enter, and shut the door; Mountfort, in the mean time, anxiously observing them. Mount. Very pretty — how you like my de- signs, Madam ? — Very ingenious, don't you tink ? Ella. Very ingenious — These two will furnish charming subjects — ^At what price shall 1 execute them ? Mount, (disco'cering himself) At that of my eternal affection, adorable Ella ! (falls at her feet.) Ella. Colonel Mountfort ! I am lost ! (at- tempts tojly.) Mount, (seizing and detaining her) Charm- ing Ella, compose yourself. Pardon this device — consider it as the effects of a passion, ardent, un- alterable — which no obstacles can ever surmount or controul. A MELO-DRAMA. 11 Ella. Cruel man ! Think of my husband ! — Oh ! Mountfort — thmk of your once loved Rosen- berg ! Mount, Is he not lost? — perhaps irrecove- rably — Ella, (zmth resolution) Dishonourable sug- gestion ! — Beware, and leave me. — You are beneath the roof of a respectable man, who ho- nors me with his protection. Humble as he is, he will avenge this outrage. Mount. He dares not.— No, Madam, I shall not leave you. — Since fortune has, at length, placed you in my power, I will frankly own to you my intentions. Absence has nothing abated the fervour of my admiration. — I have armed at- tendants at hand, and you must follow me. Ella, (with indignation) Gracious Heaven !— Can it be possible ! Have you the laudacity to threaten me with violence ? Mount. Do not then compel me. Loveliest of women, the sacrifice you would make, my eternal gratitude shall repay. Ella. Monster! you excite my horror! — Leave me — or I must call to my assistance those who will chastise your insolence. Mount. This is too much ! — ^You forget that insulted love becomes resentment. — -Within there ! [Music. Enter Stephen and Conkad from the Closet. Ella, (kneeling) Nay, then, I implore your pity. Mount. It is too late ! [Ella, 171 risingj attempts to draw Mount-^ ioxl's swordy and defend herself. Moiattt Secfire h^, I say! [Stephen and Conrad m^e k^n, and are dragging her off. Storm enters^ hastilyj and intercepts them- Storm. Ah ! ruffian?, in my house — Stand off! ^Music. [Storm fights with St^ph^n and, Conrad^ and drives them ^^— Mountfort, in the mean time, seizes Ella.— -Storm ^taxing disp^ersed his opponents^ rushes between them. Ella. My protector ! Storm. Don't be frightened ! — Now^ Sir ; why shouldn't you share the fale of your companions? — Do you knpw that this hpuse is mine ? Mount. Is it ? Lower yoiif tpne, friend Storm, or I may chance to change your residence. — Re- member who you are. Storn}, I do — a greater man than your— the friend of suffering innocence — you are' but the Governor of Molwitz ! Mount. You shall repent this behaviour. Storm. Never !-— If you have poisoned the ear of my Sovereign, I've still an appe&l to heav'n — rand here's the e^ngel that shall be my ad vocate I Come near her, if you dare ! — Tho I am doom'd to hobble on a shatter'd limb— I have still a sound heart, and an arm strong enough to obey it's dictates : — I wish your Governorship would con- descend 10 measure weapons with me. Mount, (aside) This shall secure him^ ! — -Insolent! — I will not baulk you then. — Come forth : you shall find me a fair enemy. Storm. Haye ^t you then. Mount. Follow mc ! [Ej,iu A MELO-|)RAMA, ^S FJla (oideavouring to hold Storm) For hea- ven's sake! Storm. I'm Goming!-r-daiBii^e! I'll scratch yoi|. (Music,) [£.i7V, /(?//(>ww^ Mountfort. Ella, Gracious heaven i—rStill accumulating calamities ! Should the Captain fall ?— Dreadful thought ! My friend my, protector, lost to me, and I the cause !-r— Abandoned, perhaps, to the power of my persecutor.— (Jfi/^ic. She falls into a chair) Suspense is horrible !— -ril fly to them-^r- still I may prevent them, and save ^ J5J;?/er Chpistina, hastily. Christina ! Christ. Oh, Madam ! I have seen such a ter- rible sight — Ella. A\\ ! is the Captain wounded !—rIs he kill'd! Chris. No, no — neither ! — Ella Then why are you alarmed ? — ^Where is he ? — Why does he not return ? Chris. He is a prisoner, Ella. A prisoner. Chris. 1 saw it all. Madam !-r— My uncle rushed upon the Colonel, tore his scarf oft^ and tram- pled on it. Ella. Imprudent man ! what followed ? Chris. They fought ! my dear uncle was dis- arm'd, and the Colonel's men came up, and seized upon him directly. Ella. And dragg'd him away ? Chris. Oh ! yes, Madam ! — They told him he must answer for violating the laws, and insults ing the order of the Elector. 14 ELLA ROSENBERG : Ella. Treacherous villain ! Chris. He intreated for a parting word to you, Madam ; and I fell on my knees to beg for his release ; — but it was all in vain :— they dragg'd him away, without listening to a word. Ella. I shall go distracted — But follow him, Christina — Do not abandon your uncle ! Chris. Can I forsake you, Madam ? Ella. Oh ! yes, yes — Heaven has forsaken me ! Leave me ! Leave me to my despair. — Let all I love forsake me, for misery is around me, and every friend must share it — Oh! my heart, when ! when shall I have rest ! Chris. Did the Colonel, Madam, attempt to insult j'ou ? Ella. Oh ! yes, Christina — and now his at- tempt may be renewed — I must be gone. There is no time to lose — I'll fly at once, Chris. Whither? Whither? Ella. Heaven knows — Heaven must be my guide. [Going. Enter Stephen ^wc? Conrad. Steph. Madam, you go with us. Ella. Tm lost ! I'm lost ! — {They force her 0Ut.) Chris. Spare her ! Spare her — Mercy, for heaven's sake ! [JEo^zV, following them* A MBLO-DBAMA. IS SCENE IL— A Camp. On one Side the Tent of the Elector is promi- nent — The Arviy^ joined by Parties of Pea- santry^ disco:oered rejoicing. Chorus to Martial Music. Sound the trumpet's brazen throat, Strike the thund'ring drum and cymbal,— Sound the. §fe's enjivening note, Bugle horn and tinkling timbrel ! - ■• .i» Our Prince we hail, with vict'ry crown'd ! With grateful hearts his throne surround,— In songs of triumph, raise your voice, To celebrate this day— Rejoice ! Th^ Elector enters, surrounded by Officers of Rank. {A dance of Peasant Girls, bearing wreaths of laurel^ which they pi^esent to the Elector.) Elect, (to an officer) Enough ! — we have shewn our gratitude for the success of our arms — Let us now think of the sacred duties of peace. — And first, for the complaints of my subjects, — Give me the memorials. — {An Officer pre-^ sents them.) (The Elector seems to read them.) [Flutterman, and several followers come forward and speak to the officer^ who afterwards addresses the Elector. I^^ Officer. May it please your highness, the loyal inhabitajits of Molwitz, with their Burgo- •™ i6 ELiA itOSENfififei?: master at their head, request to offer their con- gratulations. (The Elector nods assent, and continues to read.) Flut. (dukwardly and tmfused) ^o^\ doti't^ iriterrupt me.— I declare 1 don't feel quite so bold as I thought I should. — Hem !— May it please your Serene Highness, I, Sigisitiund Flut- terman, Burgo-master, and the rest of the in- habitants of Molmt:^, beg leav6 to congratulate your invincible Ser^n^ Highness, ott our splendid victory — that is, on yoUr iSrplendid victory. Elec. (looking over d memorial) The wife of .Rosenberg in distress. Flut, Your SeYehe Highness is d.t on^e the gentlest, and most tremendous of heroes^-^bene- volently cutting the throats of your neighbours, only to restore them to good order, and secure the future serenity of your Serene Highness. Elec. It shall be so — she may communicate some intelligence of her husband. Rosenberg I loved and honoured, and his fate interests me— Strange he should not have relied on my clemency* Flut. And to conclude — I, Sigismund Flut- terman, Burgo-master, in particular, beg leave to assure your Serene Highness that any mark of your Serene Highness's favour will be met on my part, with the most perfect humility and condescension. Elect At present these people disturb me-^ let them retire. \st Off. At present you disturb his High- ness — you must retire. Flut. Retire !-^-Oh ! I understand. We are to be private. — You must retire — {to the peasants. ) \ St Off. You among the rest. Flut. Me ! A MELO-DRAMA. I7 1st Off. Begone ! — (Flutterman looks black, his follower's laugh.) Flut. Lord have mercy upon me ! — Who is it that's laughing ? — I'll make an example of him ; How dare any of you — [Retires, menacing them. Elect. It shall be so — I'll visit her myself. k Enter Mountfort. Elect, Well, Colonel, you come with con- gratulations. Mount. Sincere and heartfelt. Elect. Yet rather tardy, methinks. Mount. An affair of an unpleasant nature has detained me : your Highness 's order has again been insulted in my person. Even now an insolent subaltern raised his hand against me — tore the scarf from my shoulder, and trampled it beneath his feet. Elect. These frequent outrages demand the utmost rigour. — He must not escape. Mount. I have apprehended him, and only wait the necessary forms of martial justice to sur- render him to ihe dreadful, but necessary punish- ment he has incurred. Elect, {to the Officers) Let a court-martial be immediately held to try a prisoner on the charge of Colonel Mountfort. — {Officers bow assent.) Mou7it. With your Highness's permission, I will explain his offence. [Goes to join them. Elect. Hold ! — a word in private {lie draws near) 1 have a petition here from an old Officer of Invalids, on behalf of the) wife of a former of- fender — Rosenberg. 18 • ELLA ROSENBERG: Mount, {embarrassed) The wife of Rosen- ber<^ ! Elect, Aye. — You know he has a wife. Mount, (with hesitation) Certainly. Elect. Can you direct me to her abode ? Mount. {suspiciously) I cannot. — What may be the nature of this petition ? Elect. It complains simply of her distress — and solicits restitution of part of her husband's forfeit property. Mount, (aside) So far I am safe then. Elect. I shall visit her myself incognito. Momit. Yourself — ^your Highness cannot seriously intend it — a mere hovel— Elect. You have heard somethings then, of her condition ? Mount, {recollecting himself) By vague re- port merely. Elect. Her advocate, the old Invalid^ is the owner of this hovel, and I shall certainly be his guest.— Besides the interest I take in the wife of poor Rosenberg, I am anxious to learn from her the place of his refuge — to which she is, doubtless, no stranger. Mount. In that respect I should much doubt your Highness's success. Elect, ril try, nevertheless — Remember se- crecy. — And now to your prisoner — Who is he? His name. Mount. Confusion ! Sire — he is of low rank — unknown to your Highness, and wholly undis- tinguish'd, but for the habitual turbulence of his disposition. Elect. Then he has no title to mercy, and I commend him to your justice. Mount. This is fortunate. (^ Aside.) A MELO-DRAMA. Elect. Let no attendants follow me. — I would be alone. Let my subjects and soldiers continue their festivity, [Retires to his Tent [Alusic Mount. How critical is my situation ! — But Ella is, by this time, in my power — and ere his return, Storm must — die ? — Yes ! my security now demands it — The house was deserted, and no witness^ will then remain (To the officers) You heard the Elector's injunction — the utmost rigour — 1st Offi. We shall observe it. — Where shall we hold council ? Mount, At my house — the prisoner is there in custody. Come, follow me. [Music [Exit J folloxved hy Officers Flat, There — ^^now the great Dons are gone, we'll have another frisk, and then adjourn to good cheer at the Grenadier. Hollo ! JMusic ! [Music \_A Dance of Soldiers and Peasants, to Martial Music. n 20 ELtA ROSENBERO : ACT II. SCENE I. A Mountainous Country. (Night). A Symphony. — Rosenberg appears in the wind- ing Path of a Mountain ; his Beard is long, and his whole Appearance haggard and wretched. — He shews hurry and alarm — Pauses a moment, and then speaks. Ros. Still the footsteps are near me ! — Which way shall I turn r Dh'ect me Heaven !— {Music)— He mishe^ dozvn the path and disap- pears. Enter Fouii Pursuers, ivith Torches and foU loiv him. Rosenberg re-appears on a gentle Eminence^ at an advanced part of the Scene--- Pauses, and anxiously looks back. Ros. Ha ! — by the gleam of their torches, they have taken the path to the left^ — 'Tis fortu- nate — Now could I but find concealment- — Ah ! no. — Compassion must be bought— and I am without a styver. (^Music). The Elector enters, wrapped up in a Military Cloak. Elec. This must be my path: and it is now sufficiendy dark for my purpose. A IvtELO-DRAMA. *1 Ros, {abruptly advancing.) Stranger !— If you have a few superfluous florins, bestow them on a wretch whom they may rescue from de- struction. Elec. On you ? Ros, Yes. Elec. What is your clanger ? a OS. What are you that ask it? Elec. A soldier* Ros. Then you should not betray nie. — I have escaped an unjust imprisonment — They pursue me— What I crave is for the means of purchasing me a temporary concealment. Elec. An unjust imprisonment in the Electo- rate of Brandenburg ! — Fly and appeal to the Prince. Ros. His ear is intercepted. Elec. You wrong him to say so. Ros. (with impatience.) No. — The Prince has unworthy favourites, and can wink at perse- cution. Elec. To one who bears arn)s for him you recommend your petition strangely. Ros. Pardon me — my feelings are distempered — -I am angry and rash. Elect. Were there the semblance of justice in vour charge, under such circumstances it mi^ht merit excuse. — Could you but name an in- stance — Ros, And do you recognise none r Elec. .None ! Ros. If you are a soldier you may know the name of Rosenberg. Elec. Perfectly. Ros. And his fate ? Elec. Perhaps but imperfectly. f^ ELLA Rosenberg: R^s. When a bo}^, he waited on the Elector's person — When a man, like you, he bore his arms — He served him faithfully — he loved him affec- tionately — But he resented an insult on his flat- terer and favourite. Elec, Go on. Ros. You know the riorour of vour martial law ; — still he relied on the clemency of his so- vereign — On his way to the capital to implore it, he was arrested. E/ec. Ah ! Ros. And without a trial, has since been suiFered to linger miserably in a dungeon. Elec. How do i/ou know this ? Ros. (aside) I shall betray myself. Elec. Speak ! Ros. (^cautiously) We were imprisoned together. Elec, Enough ! — There's my purse — at the extremity of this path stands a house that will afford you a shelter ; in the morning I'll meet you there, and we will speak further on this subject. — Confide in me, and be assured of your safety. Ros. I'll trust you, \^E.vit Elector. Doubtless my imprisonment was to be for ever. The tone and manner of this stranger prove him of some rank. He, perhaps, may seek, may restore to me my Ella — and assist us to fly together. Oh ! Ella I Ella ! it is for thee I play the criminal, and shun the sight of men — For thy sake, I forbear to seek at once the haughty Mountfort, and stake again my life upon the issue of our quarrel. — The darkness thickens — 'Tis fortunate — Now then to my hiding place. [E.vit^ A MELO-DRAMA. 23 SCENE II. — Another Part of the Moun- tains. {Music) Enter^ Stephen and Conrad meeting. Steph. Conrad ! Con. Stephen !— ^Well, what success ? Steph. I can hear no tidings of her. Con. Nor I — Cursed unlucky she should es- cape. You return'd to Storms ? Steph, Yes — Nobody was there but Storm's niece and a neighbour to keep her company. — Poor girl ! — She was in sad trouble. Can, And what did you do with the young lady's two wounded champions ? Steph. Left them to take care of themselves. Co72. That was right: — they've hindered us of a rich reward — and deserve all we gave 'em — Isn't that the Governor ? Steph. It is — Now we shall make a pretty figure. Enter Mountfort — {musing and restless.) Mount. What can be the meaning of this delay ? {Muffled Drum beats without,) Hark !— the knell of Storm !— Yet, till Ella appear, his death but aggravates my danger — Who's there ? — Ha ! Conrad and Stephea ! My good fellows! — Have you secured her? — Where is she ? Steph. She's escaped, Colonel. Mount. Villains ! £4 ELLA KOSENBEHG! Steph. 'Twas quite impossible to hinder itj indeed. Colonel. — Her cries were so loud that two armed travellers came to her assistance, and gave us such a tight job of it, that the prize ran off in the scuffle. Mount. Did you not follow ? Steph. We couldn't till we had fairly settled with her champions ; and by that time she was clear out of sight. Mount. Have you returned to Storm's ? Steph. I have, but she hadn't return'd. Mount. Continue the pursuit — Take different paths — rU seek her this way myself. {Muffled Drum beats again.) Hark ! — The insolent Stonn is condemned ! — Let that sound warn you against my resentment, ^peed and secrecy. [E.veunt severally. SCENE III. — A Perspective of the Camp. A dead March — Muffled Drums at a distance continue beating at intervals. Enter Storm^ guardedy as if on his way to Execution. Commander of Guard. Halt ! — Captain — those torches mark, the spot where you are to suffer. Storm. Well ! — Why do you pause ? — Every moment of life, of thought, is agony — despera- tion ! — Be brief, comrade — I would die like a soldier. Comm. I speak to you in kindness — If there A MELO-BRAMA. 95 is any charge j^ou would commit to me at this awful moment, I will execute it faithfully and willingly. Storm, Will you ? — Dare you ? Comm. Why should you doubt it ? Storm, Hear me ! — Psha !- — The men will see me blubber — Come nearer — I leave behind me an unfortunate woman — wife of the lost Ro- senberg. — In me she loses her last friend. Mountfort — Comm. I must not hear him named. Storm. A scoundrel, then, would rob her of her virtue. — She has been driven from home to home — from friend to friend — and i]ow — {inuch moved) I can't bear to think of her ! Comm. I understand you. — I will be her friend — I will conceal her. Storm, Will you ? — You see your danger ? Comm, Fear me not. — You have been unwise — I shall use more caution. Storm. And don't let her know my fate, if you can help it. Comm, I will endeavour. Storm, — Heaven bless you — • Heaven reward you ! {recovering himself,) Now I'm prepared — march ! Ella, {without) Hold ! Soldiers, hold ! Storm. Hark 1 — What voice is that ? Enter Ella. — {Her person in some disorder.) itf Ella, My dear Guardian! [rushes into torm'^ arms.) {The soldiers express surprize. ) Storm. 'Tis she ! my Ella ! — How came you ere ? Why have you quitted your home ? ^^ere ? ^ £6 ELLA ROSENBERG: Ella. They forced me away — Strangers res- cued uie, and I again escaped. — Yes, Heaven has acrain directed me to mv generous Storm — You are in danger ! — Where is the Prince ? — I'll fly to him this instant — kneel — pray — die for you ! Storm. My poor girl ! — The Prince is hem- med round with sycophants— rascals ! Ella, ril break through them all — I am grown strong now — irresistibly strong.— Is not my pro- tector's life in danger ? Storm. What should persuade you so ? FAla. A dreadful presage ! For you have been the friend of the wretched Ella Rosen- berg. Storm, {aside) She is uncertain then. — Fear not for me, my child — all will \el be well. Go to some neighbouring house, and rest yourself — ]My Commander, here, will let one of my com- rades go with you — and you shall soon see a protector again ! — Come, 'tis a rough night for you. , Ella, {drooping by degrees and sinking on- his arm) I do not feel it. Storm- {to Comnu) Look at her, my friend. ^ Win you keep your promise? Comm. At any risk. {To a soldier) Conduct that Lady to Flutterman's, and say I shall fol- low you there immediately. Ella, {recovering herself and looking fear- fully on the soldier) No, no— I dare not— can- not leave you }— -{Clinging to Storm.) {Muffled Dyum beats.) Ella starts. Comm. Hark !— W^e must delay no longer ! [Drum a gain J Storm much disturbed.) Ella. ^What dreadful sound is that ! Storm. It means nothing [—{aside to Soldier) A MELO-DRAMA, 27 ot aword ofmyscntenee, — (toEWa) Be pacified. I must leave you — But w*€ sliall meet again—- Farewell ! Heaven ^;less you ! — Come on. [Breaks aivay andjcins the Guards. Ella. Hold ! {attempts tojollow.) Soldier. Madam, you cannot go. Ella, They are going to kill him ! — My friend! my father ! — Mercy ! mercy ! [She falls on the ground — Scene closes. SCENE IV. — Inside of Flutterman's House. {An entrance door^^—and doors of inner apart- ments. Flutterman and Peasants discovered. Tint, Ha ! ha ! ha !~very pleasant, very pleasant story, indeed — and now before you go, I'll tell you in return, something very surprising. AIL Well, let's hear. Flut, You heard my address ? Feas, Yes, we did. Flut. You observed the style I spoke it in .^ Peas. Well, what then? Flut. You noticed the grace and energy of my action }■ [Flourishes his hand and strikes him. Peas. Yes ; but I'd rather not feel it. Flat. Ay, there it is now 1— If it's not felt It's nothing— ^Hence my astonishment. Peas. At what ? Flut. Why, for all it's merits, the Elector has neither calFd nor sent. (They laugh.) What do you laugh at ? — Why now^ here it is — Now Til only just point out to you 28 ELLA ROSENBEKG ; Peas. Excuse us ; it grows late — We'll have another strain, and then bid you good night. Flut, You will? — Well if you prefer one of your own strains to my address, Heaven mend your taste, I say. GLEE. All when the wars are over. In smiles we peasants meet ; For then no plund'ring rover , Our homely joys defeat. Let friend or foe henceforth appear. We gaily live in clover, And greet him with a welcome cheer, All, when the wars are over. Solu No more the fetirful cannons roar ; The sound of strife is heard no more ; No terror now the village knows ; All all is hiish*d in sweet repose. Choms, All when it\c wars, &c. Mrs. F, {without) In the name of peace, haven't these people done singing yet ? Flut, There's my wife coming to deliver one of her addresses. Peas, The devil she is ! — Good night. ^ 2d Peas. Good night. Flut, Won't you stay and hear it ? Peas. No, thank ye — we've wife enough at home. f Flut. She speaks uncommonly well. ;;^ [Eaxtmt Feasants. F A MELO-DRAMA. 2$ Enter Mrs. Flutteriviax. Mrs. F. Oh ! they're gone, are they ? — It's 'well for them. Have you no conscience, to keep - these people from their wives till this time of V night ? Fhit. Yes, my love — it was in conscience that I did keep them from their wives. Jkfj's. F. None of your sneers. — You know you have no conscience, you selfish coxcomb. Flut. And if you had a little less, my love, it might be none the worse for the prosperity of the Grenadier. Mrs. F. Pooh ! — don't tell me ! — Because I won't connive at stopping travellers on their jour- ney for nothing, or chatter with our poor neigh- bours of a night, to keep them from their wives and families. Flut. No, my darling : — and I don't blame you for not chattering ; for I know nothing more likely to send them home. But talking of con- science, if the Elector leaves it to me, what shall I be ? Mrs. F. A blockhead, as long as you live, in spite of him. Flut. No matter for that — Thank heaven, that's very little impediment to a man's prefer- ment now-a-days. — So, I'll go to bed, and dream of further greatness. 3frs. F. You'd better— That's your only chance of enjoying it, I pror^e you. ^ [^ knockmg withou t^ Flut. More visitors ! ^^>^ Mi's F. The door shall be f pen'd no more — Who's there ? so ELLA ROSHNBEllG : Soldier^ (witheut) A woman in distress-. Mrs F. Distress ! — To that call it is open at all hours. Flut, Aye — that's her conscience, again. Mrs. F. {opens the door) You may leave 'em to me. Flut. With all my heart, my love ; for then I shall leave myself without you. [jEa^V. Enter Soldier, leading in Ella, slowly and carefully. — Her looks express faintness and ^ wild stupor. Mrs. F. Poor Lady ! — She seems very ill. Sold. Yes — I'm afraid her brain is a little gone. Mrs. F. Sit down — Sit down, Madam, and compose yourself. — I declare, she's quite lost. — (They place her in a chair.) Who is she, poor creature ? Sold. I don't know ; but my Commander will be here presently to take care of her. — It seems she has escaped from somebody that carried her oft* by force. Mrs. F. Carried her off" ! Sold. Aye ; I've no time to give 3^ou any more information, if I could : I must return to my duty: But my Commander will tell you all. [Exit. Airs. F. Poor creature !— She must have been sadly used.-— Will you take any refreshment. Ma- dam ? Ella. They've murder'd him ! — His grey hairs are steep d in blood !~But I was not the cause. Mrs. F. Mercy ! — She talks of murdering ! What can have happen'd ? Ella, Yes — Glare upon me !— ^Let. me be I A melo^drama: Jl haunted — tortur'd !^— But you — you should be in Heav'n ! Mi\s, F. This is terrible ! — Let me conduct you to a chamber, Lady, Ella, (suffering herself to be led) Yes — yes • — yes — Weil go — we'll search for Rosenberg — Rosenberg; shall revenge him. Mj^s. F. This way — Come— Come ! Ella, Where ! where is he ?— -Where is Ro- senberg ? — Rosenberg ! — Rosenijerg ! [Mrs. Flutt. leads Iter. Exeunt. Enter Rosenberg. Ros. The door open, and no one attending ! This should be the house. All dark still, and my entrance unobserved. — Should 1 again be over- taken, my life is in damper, and my Ella left to a lasting wretched widowhood ! — When will the morning come ? — Till I can again behold her, every moment is misery. Re-enter Airs. Flutterman. Mrs. F. Poor thing ! — She's quite worn out, and seems inclined to rest. — A man ! — Who are you, pray? Ros. A wretched, but an honest man. — May I beg of you a shelter till the moi^ning ? Mrs. F. Why, I don't like to turn you out, tho' you have but a suspicious look with you. — But you can't have a bed ; — niy last is just occu- pied by a poor lady, who has escaped irom a vil- lain that ran oft' with her. Ros. Ah J — I wish I had met him. iO, B^LLA ROSENBERG : '* ft Affs, F. VTiW an arm-chaTr Content you ? Ros. More than content me. Mrs. F. Then go in there and take it. — ( point ijig to the chamber door.) Ros. I thank you heartily ! (Going) Mrs. F. Do you warjjp any thing to eat or drink? ^ Ros. Nothing. — Iq the morning you shall be punctually paid for your accommodation. [E.vit at a Chamber door. Mrs. F. Not by such a poor devil as you, depend upon it. MOUNTFORT (without.) Mount. Within there ! — House ! — (He en- ters, j So — the door is open. Mrs. F. Yes ; — but I think it's high time to shut it. — -Pray, Sir, who may you be ? Mount. No matter — I intrude late — but I shall pay. 3l7^s. F. Pay, or not pay, if youVe ever so great a man, you can't lodge here to-night : — Our last bed-room is just taken by a poor unhappy lady, that has much more need of it than you. Mount, izvith interest) An unhappy lady !-- - How unhappy ? 3Irs. F. Why, some villains ran away with her, and frightened her out of her senses. Mount, {aside). So— -I'm right at last. — Carried her ofil", say you ? Mrs. F. Yes, poor girl ! — Some man of con sequence, I dare say. — Oh, I wish I had him here ! ^'ehemently) I'd teach him how to treat the gentle sex in a different manner ! MELO-DRAMA. S3 Moimf. I cannot but applaud your spirit, for the lady is my relation. Mrs. F. Your relation ! Then, perhaps, you're the officer that was to come and take care of her ? Mount, {hesitating) Yes — {a ick) Who can she mean ? Mis. F. She was brought here by a soldier. Mount, (aside) Conrad or Stephen then. — You are right — one of my men. Mrs. F. And perliaps, tl;en, you know the rascal that carried her off. Mount. He is to be found. j\Irs. F, I wish you\l tell me whore. Mount. No matter' — she must leave this to- night. Mrs. F. To-night ! — Dear lady, let her have a little repose first. AIou)it. But how will her friends repose in her absence? — Cons»d(n' tlieir anxiety. Mrs. F. Aye, poor souls, they must be sadly distresji'd indeed — Where are her friends ? Mount, {ratlier shaken.) — aside) 1 have rob- bed her of her last — {recovering) Pslia ! Where is she? — Conduct her to me at once — She mu:>t not remain here : — Hold ! — You say she is ill ? j\Irs. F. Very ill-^~-almost inscnhii^le. Mount, {aside) So much the better-r- A con- veyance then must he had— Til seek one — In the mean time, lest in her derangeujent slie may endeavoui- to quit your house, I would have a stronger guard upon her. Wlicre's your liusband ? Mrs. F. Gone to bed, Sir;-^but it* you. par- ticularly wish it, there's a poor rough- loo king man has just taken up his night's lodging in that room, that I dare say would be glad of such a job. ^ F 54 ELLA rosenbi^rg: Mount. Bring him to me — Flf payhim hand- somely. Mrs, 1\ rii go and tell him. {EtU. Mount. She's a woman, and I ean't trust her. — {Becomes disturbed.) Sick ! — dehrious ! — A strange heart-sinking comes over me — Psha ! — She'll soon he resigned — soon smile again, and yet repay the hitter anxiety she has this day cost me. Enter Mrs. Flutterman, conductinix Rosen bi:kg. Ros. Is that the gentleman ? Mrs, F. Yes. Ros. (^advancing) You would speak to me, Sir — (Starts, and e.vclaims aside) Mountfort ! J\lount, Why do you start ^ Ros, Your pardon — You are armed — It struck me fora moment you might be — Mount, A robber, [)erhaps. — And can you fear robbers, who seem to be in the last stage of misery. — 1 \Vish to ejnploy you. — {To Mrs. F,) Bring the lady. Are you willing } — (To Rosen- berf(. ) Ros. I must know to what purpose. Mount. Disasters, which I need not explain to you, have brought a woman, my relation, into the house. Ros. I have heard of it — You relation ? J/ount. YeS' — perhaps you saw her then. Ros. No. Mount. Ilcr senses have suffer'd ; and 1 want a sufficient guard upon her while 1 seek a conveyance to carry her home. Ros. (aside) Perhiips s(Mne victim of his in- temperate passions^. I ^ ^ A MELO-DRAMA. 35 Mount. Do you hesitate ? Ros, No — you may trust her to me. Mount. You shall be well rewarded. Ros. I thank you. Mount, She is here. I Mrs, Fluttehmax Itads in Ella. Ros. Merciful heaven ! — It is my wife ! {Retires in great emotion. Mount, {noticing him with surprise) What can he mean ? — For so rough an outside, he seems strangely sensitive. FAla. Where — Where am I ? — Have I dreamt —or were such horrors real ? Mount, {tenderly) My Ella ! — {approaching her. ) Ella. Ah ! Monster ! — Spare me ! Save me from him ! Mrs. F. She don't WVc you. Sir. Mount. She raves.* Mrs. F. Vm afraid she has some reason. Ros. {aside) Vm horror struck ! — (incon-^ tinently to Col. Mount.) Wretch ! — (Mount. turnsj struck xvith amaze) {aside) He is armed ! — {to ]\Iount. guardedly) I spoke of him who drove her to this melancholy state. Mount. For w^hom, in her phrensy, she has mistaken me. She must be remov'd immediately. You'll guard her safely till my return. \Exit. Mrs. F. Mistaken you ! — I'm afraid it's no mis- take — He's gone, -Vladam. Ella Is he, indeed ! — and to whom did he speak ? Mrs. F. To this man. FJla. Udoking at him) Ruffian ! Ros. {aside) No — She cannot know me. Sd ELtA ROSENBERG ; Ros, But where am I ? — For vvliat new suf- ferings am I reserved ? Ilos. You are under my protection, lady, till the return of Colonel Mountfort. Mrs. F, The Governor ! Ella, I thought I had escap'd — How came I again in his power ? {Gazes around, then kneels io Rosen.) Oh ! Stranger ! — you have a rugged look — yet you may have pity. — Have you a wife ? Ros, {much moved) I have. EIUl Then you should feel for me. — Should you be torn from her, think what you would suffer to have a rich man strive to rob her of her honour — seduce her from your affection, and to gain his cruel purpose, murder the only remain- ing friend that could shield her, and drag her from his bosom ! Ros. {smother d) Horror ! Ella. Oh ! think of this, and pity your poor prisoner — pity her unhappy husband, and deliver me fro'ij this cruel, cruel man ! Ros. My heart will burst !— Oh ! Ella ! Ella !— Ella. Ah, that voice ! — Can it be ? Ros, It is, it is your Rosenberg's. Ella. My husband ! — (falls into his arms) Tliank God ! Thank God 1 {Faints.) Mrs. F. His wife ! Ros. My Ella ! awake 1 — Look on me, dear, injured excellence ! El/a. {recovering xvith sobs of convulsion) Yes, yes, it is — it is, indeed, my Rosenberg — and yet so changed — Oh ! whence do you come ? Ros. From a dungeon. — Mountfort does not know me. A chance — a miracle, places you in my power — I am pursued. A MELO-DRAMA. 37 FAla, Pursued! Ros, Yeisl^j^This js no time to hear and weep over our^mufci^sufferings. Flight alone can se- cure us. — But you spoke of a murdered pro- tector. Ella, Yes; — the gallant Storm — the Invalid. He has sheltered me — lie is condemned to die for defending me. — Yet there may be time to save him — Shall we not attempt it ? Ros, In the face of every danger. Ella, Throw ourselves at the feet of the Elector ? Ros. Come — \^Miisic. Re-enter' Mountfort. Returned so soon ! — How shall I act ? Mount, A conveyance is at hand. — I met with it accidentally. — You must attend her with me. (Rosenberg looks inquisitively al Ella.) Ella, {apart,) Yes — consent. Ros, (to Mount,) You shall command me. Mount, One moment.— (r/<9/W^, "vcith disquiet,) Two men with torches watch'd rny entrance^ — What could they mean ? — Ah ! they are here ! [Afusic, Enter tzvo of the Pursuers of Rosenberg, and adroance to Mountfort, as ifjuspecting him, (The music expresses alarm and surprise,) Ros. {aside) My pursuers ! — (J(^ctr and sur^ prise,) 1st Pur, 'Tis not he ! Qd Pur, Tis the Governor! Mount, Ah ! are not you from the castle of Walstein ^ 3S ELLA ROSENBERG 1st. Pur. We are — in search ^o£j*prisoner who has escaped. -, r^ : Mount. Who? ji^'\ 9.d Pur. Why, he is there ! Mount, There ! — Ros. I'm lost ! — Mount. Who is it ? Rgs. {rushing forward as if to confound him) Rosenberg ! — {Mount starts and shudders) You are shaken ! — Heaven's justice will follow you. — Repent^ and set me free. Mount, {gradually resuming his audacitif). It is too late ! — Secure him : — Ros. Despair then assist me ! Pursuers. Resistance ! Ella. Forbear ! [Rosenberg snatches a Szvord from one of i'/ze Pursuers, and attacks the other ; when IMountfort interferes^ and xvoiuids hini'^ *hc drops the Sabre. Ros. I am wounded ! Ella. My love ! (supports him.) Mount. Guard them both — this is in self- defence. — In your power ! — No. — The light of day you never must behold again. — But your wife — your faithful wife — is now free to be your companion. Ella. Inhuman monster ! [Music. E?iter the tzvo other Pu rsukus, conducted by the Elector, disguised. Mount, Who are these ? ^A MELO-DRAMA, 59 Isi: Pur, ^T%a of our comrades. 3d. Fui\ What ! — you've found our man :hen. 1.^^. Phkt\ Yes,— here he is — safe enough. Elec, {aside) His wife too. Ath Pur. Oqr friend was right then. ]st Pur, Your friend? 3d Pur. -^^eS^^Tliis gentleman. — We met him by the way, a™|Jie was kind enough to bring us herein searcili^f^m. Mount, We ^ank him. You are now under orders of the Governor/j^ {They appeal to the Jlrst^ Pursuers^ in action, who assent,) Mount, No more deUiy — drag them to their prison. Elec, (coming fonvard,) I conuiiand vc — hold ! (Mount fort anuacd.) Ros. (his attention roused,) ila ! the friend I met among the mountains. Mount, A command to the Governor of MoU \vitz? Elect, Aye ! Mount, From whom ? Etec, (^discovering himself) liis Master ! — - . and yours I am now informed, and know thefn t)ut to redress them. '' With our wilful ilndts 4^hc 40 ELLA ROSENBERG ; '^ tongue of faction is amply exercised : for our '^ errors in judgment we siiould at least share the *^ indulgence due to the meanest of our subjects. *^ — The same villain uas once tlie friend of your ^' bosom, who has now abused the confidence of *' his prince." ^' Rosen, Tisjust — I am ashamed — {goes to heruiy " Elec. {cltecldng hlm\—Jso — I would not ** huuible the man whose virtuous feelings entitle ^' him to my continued love, conlidence an 1 es- *^ teem." — The posts Mountfort has dishonoured are yours — He is your prisoner. — Yet more. — [^ta Mount.) — Savage hypocrite! — The brave and virtuous Invalid ! — (Mount, shudders.) Ella, — {eager.) Oli Sire ! — Is he dead? — May he yet be saved } Elec. From his own cottage I dispatclfd the mandate for his pardon — His niece follows the messenger.- — (menacing jMount.) Should they be too late — (yi Shout without.) ^' Huzza ! — Storm is safe — Storm is par- doned !" — Elec. You are fortunate. (Music expresses e.vultatic)/.) i:nter Stqu^si, followed /;?/ Comma ndi:r of the GuAiiD, Christina, Soldiers^ SoUiier^s JFires^ Eeasants, c^y*. eye. t^'c. (Storm rushes to the embraces oj' Ella.) Ella. My preserver ! — Accep^t ako the eu)- brace of my grateful husband. Slorm, liosenberu: ! I A MELO-DRAMA.- 41 Ros. My generous friend ! Storm. And are you free ? Ros, Free, and happy ! Storm, {looking about him, is agitated with excessive joy,) — What ! the Governor a prisoner ! — The Prince too ! Ros. Yes ; and now let us together express our eternal devotion and gratitude to a beneficent Sovereign. Rosenberg, Ella, aijd Storm kneel at the Elector's feet. Soldiers, &c. — " Huzza ! *' Long live Al- berto!" Flourish of 'Drums and Trumpets. 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