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is no mean praise; but the piece has other qualities, which make us regret

ACT I. SCENĘ III. that Mr Hyde did not apply himself to a task better suited to his own

The Princess's Apartment, decorated with powers, than that of adapting to the

paintings, sculpture, fc. Donnas Lau. British stage a foreign production,

RA and LOUISA, sitting at a table with

books. Donna FLORETTA and the Prinwhich, whatever be its merits in its

cess DIANA. native language, no genius in the P. Dia. Read me that pasaage again, translator or compiler could dress up

Floretta ; I like the story much, to a rank higher than that of respect- D. Flor. (reads.) able mediocrity:

“ In vain Apollo woo'd the maid, But before observing farther on its That peerless daughter of the stream; . merits, we must begin to give some Daphne implored Diana's aid, account of the plot. We premise, And gave the laurel deathless fame." however, that with the Spanish origi- P. Dia. It is admirable. nal, or the German version of it, to D. Flor. I think it very dull. both which Mr Hyde with great can- D. Lau. It seems to me rather af. dour acknowledges his obligations, we' fected. have nothing whatever to do. It is P. Dia. The language, I confess, is seldom fair criticism to make compa-, somewhat elevated; but it befits the subrisons between imitations and origi- ject. nals in the drama, when the claim to D. Lou. It really does sound a little originality is honestly and formally pompous. abandoned. The writer is entitled, in

P. Dia. Granted. It is the poet's task common justice, to have the piece to raise our feelings above the ordinary which he offers for our amusement grovelling occupations of the common tried upon its own merits, and by a re

world. ference to its avowed purpose ; and in

D. Lou. (sighing) Well. estimating the claims of " Love's Vic

P. Dia. What means that exclamation? tory” upon our favour, we shall not

D. Lou. It may be all very true; but travel out of the comedy as it now lies I'm sure it must be very cruel, and

wicked too, to hate love, or anything before us.

else, without knowing what it is. The plot may be easily told. It has the advantage of simplicity; and is, a child as to burn yourself before you

P. Dia. Then you would be so much indeed, not very uncommon either in shunned the fire ? the general design or in its details.

D. Lou. Perhaps I might only get The Princess Diana, only child of the scorched, and the risk may not be so Duke of Barcelona, is in the predica- great as — 'ment of all rich heiresses,-beset by a P. Dia. As what? multitude of suitors. She has, how. D. Lou. As the pleasure of trying it. ever, very early imbibed certain "max

P. Dia. (angrily) What do' I hear? Is ims which sbe holds as dearly as her this spoken in my presence? Donna life,” but which are generally suppo- Louisa, you must make your election sed, both by poets and by the world, between these sentiments and my sonot to be very common with her sex. ciety, One of these maxims, and that which Cold and stern beauties have been, forms the pivot of the drama, is, (we time out of mind, privileged to inflict like to give a lady's sentiments in her the hottest pains of the most feverish own words,) “ that she regards the of passions ; and Don Cesar, Don choice between marriage and death Luis, Don Gaston, (all princes, be it with perfect indifference.” And so far remembered,) and à certain Don Pedoes she carry this sentiment into ac- dro, an old courtier and superannuatual practice, that—again somewhat ted beau, are rivals for this fair prize. differing from the reputed propensi- Don Cesar, however, being the most ties of her sex-she not only presents deeply smitten, is of course at once a front of awful coldness to her ad- the most desponding and the most mirers, but even to Donna Laura and persevering of them all. Very early Donna Louisa, her cousins and in- in the piece, we find him planning, at timates,-nay, to Donna Floretta, her the instance of Perin, the Princess's maid of honour, she holds the same secretary, a scheme for overcoming appearance of inflexible Platonism. the pride and obstinacy of her seemThe following is a specimen.

ingly cold and unyielding temper. Vol. XIX.


The dialogue in which this most jus- old Vesuvius, as he tossed his fiery crest tifiable conspiracy is plotted may

be up to the flouted heavens-andregarded as a fair specimen of the au- Per. This is exceedingly well done, thor's powers. It is spirited and lively, Prince. I like it, and am glad to see it and possesses à merit which they who for he who can repress his feelings is a have attended much to the five act

free man, though in chains.

D. Čes. In chains? I don't understand. dramas we suppose we must call them of the last eight or ten years, will

Per. Indeed! Oh, very well, I can exdeem of no mean value--that of de- plain. Your Highness is in love ?

D. Oes. (confused.) Poh! poh! Perin, veloping with brevity, and yet with cleařness, what it is the men and thy old habits of bantering are not yet

worn ont, I see. women really are about, who speak,

Per. Not like our old Neapolitan love, and smile, and frown, and move be

I grant,-fierce and consuming as your fore us, for our amusement.

fiery-crested Vesuvius. No, your High

ness prefers an elegant, classical, platonic SCENE-An apartment in the Palace.

coldness, the Pygmalion tastė,- ivory, or Enter PERIN.

sheer marble !

D. Ces. Well, Perin, I know thou art Per. There he sits with his head in

my friend, and will confess my love for his hand, like an unmated dove in the

this haughty being-colder than marble month of May. What a sigh! Heigho! itself. This very day, when every tongue We're a pair of melancholy youths,

was shouting forth my triumph,* I turnboth over head and ears, and scarcely a

ed my anxious eye towards her balcony; straw to catch at. That little imp of and there she sat immovable, as though mischief, Floretta, has taken me in her she were the statue of some goddess, toils, and this poor Prince, I see, is surrounded by a common, busy multitude, bound hand, foot, and heart in the chains

and glancing down her proud contempt of the Princess Diana, who, for our com

upon my deeds. fort, forswears love as though it were a

Per. Ay, there lies the poison. Bear worse plague than it is. I am the only that in mind, Prince ! man whose presence she endures, and

D. Ces. What an enigma is this heart! that only because she believes me to be

Her scorn excites its tenderest emotion. a woman-hater. Heaven help her, what Her look is ice, yet lights up flames; a mistake she makes! Yet, if she finds benumbing, freezing it with cold, and it out, adieu to my secretaryship—and I then consuming it with burning passion! leave Barcelona as little troubled with

Were her beauty aided by the common equipments as when I entered it after blandishments of woman, I could look on my banishment from Naples. Is there it unmoved, but that repulsive majesty no way to overreach a woman's whim, is irresistible. and bring down this intolerable pride? Per. All which means-sinking the Ah-if I could first win her for Don poetry—that the same thing which neiCesar,—then Floretta and I-excellent ther makes a man warm nor cold while thought! Here he comes, and I'll sound

le can get it, being put out of his reach, him directly.

turns him to frost and fire. Pray, calm Enter Don CESAR.

yourself; it certainly is not altogether so

particularly agreeable to be in love with Per. Hem ! Nay, he's quite gone, a statue ; but the matter may be mended. in the very last stage.

She calls all this philosophy- I call it Đ. Ces. (without perceiving hini) Why fiddle-de-dee. should I cherish thus a being destitute of D. Ces. Take care how you speak of heart?

her. Per. (loudly) Ahem!

Per. The fact is, Prince-between us D. Ces. (starts, and assumes a careless -she's not quite right somewhere or air) Ah, Perin, my countryman? Wel- other. A mere picture puts up her decome, 'welcome!

vil, if it but represent a liappy swain Per. I have been waiting for your prostrate before his Chloe. In her apartHighness' salutation some time. ments you find nothing but Daphnes fly

D. Ces. Ay, ay; in truth I was a little ing from Apollo --Anaxarates transformabsent. One must sometimes think of ed to stone-and Arethusas flowing our beautiful Naples, Perin. I was sailing about in every possible variety of stream, across the matchless bay, and gazing upon as if murmuring at their unhappy fate.

* At a tilting match,


D. Ces. Then, in the name of Love, Prince, to work ! Remember & good what hope is there for me?

start is half the race.

[Erit. Per. If you attack her with the right D. Ces. Yes, I see this way alone conWeapons, there is the certainty that na- ducts me to her love ; and hope begins ture will put philosophy hors de combat, to dawn, like the auspicious opening of and leave you in possession of the citadel, a happy day. They come, and now the I am but & skimmer of surfaces, and lit- scene commences. tie burdened with the learning of your books. Yet a man who walks about at their next meeting, which takes

Don Cesar puts his design in force with his eyes open, may be philosopher place in the presence of the female enough to see how the world goes. (10 friends and the attendants of the suming a mock serious air.) And I do

Princess. She is in her own apartopine, advance, and maintain, that what ments, and with the conscious authois against nature is unnatural. It cannot hold, because, cwist it and turn it as rity of one accustomed to deal out her you will-morally, physically, mathemac lectures on Platonism to submissive, tically-it tumbles to pieces. Upon this

or at least unanswering auditors, she incontrovertible position I build

my sys enough, it must be owned,) to her lo

utters an invective, (discouraging tem. The Princess Diana is a proud woman. All women naturally expect admi- ver, against that passion which, forration; withhold the tribute, and you tunately for fair ladies and dramatists, mortify her pride ; without pride she is holds such universal sway over the a simple woman; and for a simple wo- world. Since we are recording the man, it is natural to fall in love. --There, wiles with which her adversary in this sir, you have it-premises, inference, subtile warfare seeks to win her withand conclusion.—What think you or in his power, it is. but fair to hear Professor Perin?

what she has to say in support of her D. Ces. A trucę to jesting, friend, and tell me what I am to understand by this ? Per. Simply, that if you adopt my ad

P. Dia. Well, then, if I perforce must vice, I stake my head upon schooling her

enter this arena, unworthy 48 I am to pride, and showing her philosophy in its plead a cause so noble, I do it fearlessly, true ridiculous colours.

because I know its greatness is supe

rior to detraction. I hold that the D. Ces. Explain yourself. Per. Remember, Prince, what won

brief space of life should be devoted

to the care of those immortal powers, your love. Not Diana's beauty, but her pride.

wbich give to mæn the sovereignty in

nature. D. Ces I begin to see the light.

In love, man abdicates his Per. When she receives you coldly throne, and is as mere an animal as any meet her with indifference. If she look

in the wide creation. Search history, scornful-throw her back a glance of pity,

consult the wisdom of all time, and show coupled with a compassionate shrug of me where the benefits of love are the shoulders, or a French twist of the

written down. What dragged Semiramouth. The greater pride will subdue

mis from her proud glory? What has the lesser, and you have the dame as

unlaurelled many a hero's brow? Nay, tractable as a newly-whipped child.

what destroyed the city of the hundred D. Ces. 'Twere easily resolved-but

towers? This vanity which you call love ; then-I love!

this creature of your fancies, who, being Per. The greater the merit and the ren! This pestilence, which has ever been

himself a child, is made a god by child. pleasure of the conquest. Arm yourself the abasement of the weak, the downfall with confidence, depend upon my aid, and you can't fail of success. But remember,

of the strong, the degradation of my sex, we must appear to have no understanding the instrument of craft and tyranny in with each other, or we are both ruined; yours! And yet you wonder that I cast for both our fortunes are at stake. Be

it from me with aversion. Look at the wise be resolute--but, above all-be other picture, where the star of mind cold.

rises above the waste of time, and sheds D. Ces. How is it possible to conceal the

its light upon the wanderer's path, at feelings which absorb my every thought !

once the guide and glory of humanity, Yet, if it must be so-gigantic as the ef

No! what Plato fondly dreamed sball be fort is it shall be made.

affected in my realms. Woman shall be as Per. Bravo! rely upon my support in

noble and as free as man. time of need. But see where the Duke We need hardly observe, that this and your friends approach. We must bravery does not continue long. Don Hot be marked together, and your dis- Cesar plays his part most adroitly, guise must be worn even to them. Now, notwithstanding one or two (of course

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unavoidable) falterings, by which he tached, as may be supposed, to the se is nearly betrayed ; and before the close cretary,), contrives to bring the two of the second act the Platonist finds couples just mentioned to a place that she is but an ordinary mortal. where they can be seen by Diana exPride gives birth to partiality, or per. changing their vows of new-born love. haps we should rather say developes, Music lends its soft enchantments to when wounded, a partiality which, this scene of fondness; and the prewhile it was flattered, like a petted sence of Don Cesar, standing apart, child affecting aversion for his toy, it and appearing utterly insensible to was able to conceal. Diana has al

every tender emotion, inflames the ready acquainted Perin, the plotting heart of the tortured Princess, from secretary before mentioned, not with which Platonism has now almost her love indeed, but with her rage wholly melted away. She is at once and disappointment. Through him mocked by the sight of happiness which and her female associates she had ma- she cannot share, and by the cold and naged to become Don Cesar's partner averted looks of the man with whom in a masquerade, given by her father she would now give the world to share on the eventful day of this contest be- it. That love is a most catching disa tween the softest and the sternest of order, prudent mothers know from the passions. Shenow engages the secre- still surer sources than poetry; and tary to draw away Don Cesar (who is our author has here illustrated, with ungallant enough to desert his partner considerable power, one of the most at her own imperious mandate) from pervading principles of our nature, the rest of the party to a bower in the prone as it is in all things to sympathy garden, where she tries the effect of and imitation. her musical talents, both vocal and in- The Princess now tries the last, and strumental,-in vain. Her lover is usually the most successful resource of schooled by Perin, and exhibits the woman's art-jealousy. But Don Cemost stoical insensibility to the strains sar, through the indefatigable Perin,

This whole scene is is apprized of her design, and foils it worked up with great skill. The loud by repaying her in kind. She assures rhapsodies of Don Cesar upon the su- him, that at that very hour she has seperiority of inanimate to animated na- lected Don Luis for a husband. Don ture, uttered while he gazes upon the Cesar replies, that, by some strange flowers and scenery around him, wholly conjunction of the stars, he, at identiregardless of the presence or the mu- cally the same hour, had chosen Donna sic of his mistress, are some of the few Laura for his bride ; and the Fourth instances in which declamation may Act closes with the despair of the disbe not out of place in comedy, and comfited Princess, and the sure and are amusingly contrasted with the pa- triumphant anticipations of her lothetic efforts of Diana to arrest his attention, and her anxiety, now grow- In the beginning of the Fifth Act, ing every moment less angry and more we find the meshes completely drawn painful, at witnessing his apparent ne- around the devoted victim of Love and glect.

Pride ; and no little art is displayed in In the Fourth Act, her distresses ac- making her, in the midst of comic incumulate. We are not sure if the au- cident and lively dialogue, an object of thor's highest powers are not exerted compassionate—we had almost said, of in the manner in which he makes his deep interest. Don Luis and his inmachinery here work upon the feel- tended bride join in the plot against ings of his heroine. The contrivance her. The former comes, as if just apis simple, but it displays a thorough prized by Don Cesar of his good forknowledge of human nature. Don tune, to pour out at her feet his gratiCesar's two former rivals, Don Luis tude for her having made him the and Don Gaston, tired of their ineffec- happy object of her choice, and leaves tual vows at so cold a shrine, had her without giving her time for exabandoned their devotions to the Prin- planation. Donna Laura comes to ask cess, and paired off, the former with from her friend and cousin an approval Donna Laura, the latter with Donna of her own union with Don Cesar. The Louisa. Perin, who, we should say, poor Platonist is here completely subis most ably supported throughout by dued, and her feelings gush their way Donna Floretta, the loving, laughing in the following passionate expresgood-natured maid of honour, (at- sions, which well sustain the highest


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tone of serious comedy, without at all wraps me in destruction. I sink I die passing beyond its legitimate range.

-the victim of my pride. Enter D. LAURA, and D. FLORETTA.

(Sinks into LAURA's arms. D. Lau. Dear cousin, I am come to All the author's springs are now throw myself upon your friendship. Don wound up, and in the next scene the Cesar has just offered me his hand, and grand feat is achieved. Diana is usheris gone to ask your father's sanction to

ed in by her father, attended by the our nuptials. My uncle's will is mine, various parties whose destinies are to but I should be still happier with Diana's be decided at the same time with hers'; approval.

and she atones for all her sins against (P. DIANA turns aside to hide her the sensibilities of womanh by a emotion.

voluntary surrender to Don Cesar. Cousin, do you not hear me?

We have said enough, we think, to P. Dia. Yes, Laura, I will unbosom

communicate to those who have not all my feelings, and throw myself upon yet seen this drama, the


favouryour love. Alas! our hearts are like the restless winds that shift from point to

able impression which we have our. point as the eye glances, yet have no visi. selves received from its perusal. The bie cause of motion. I will confess to plot is certainly well managed. The you that Cesar's pride has irritated me principal action is not suspended for a beyond endurance. I have despised all

moment. The distresses of the he. whose passions I have ever moved, and

roine increase from act to act; and the he, the only man that ever moved my contrivances employed by her to reheart, dares to despise me. I am insult- lieve, and by her adversaries to enhance ed, wronged, dishonoured; and I claim them, become more and more importthat friendship at your hands, Lanra, ant for their purposes, and are attendwhich you came to seek at mine. You ed with greater and greater success on shall avenge me. Let him endure the the one side, and disappointment on scorn which has tormented me. Repay the other, until the piece concludes. his arrogance; and let him find a heart as The dialogue, on the whole, possesses flinty as his own. My dear, dear Laura, much dramatic power; and although let him suffer, writhe, consume with some flowery Spanish conceits are scatagony ;—then mock his tears, deride his tered through it, reminding us occathousand and accumulating woes. sionally that at least its seeds are exo

D. Lau. Mercy! Cousin,—what coun- tic, it is, for the most part, sparkling, sel would you give me? If ingratitude be lively, and well sustained. criminal in him, it cannot be a virtue in We wish we could stop here, but we me. No; if he loves me sincerely, I cannot help deprecating, for the sake shall return the sentiment.

of the remaining part of this comedy, P. Dia. Love him! And wilt thou and the reputation of its author, the dare to love him?

intrusion of two most intolerable bores, D. Lau. Heavens, what do I hear ?

in the persons of a conceited old man, D. Flo

. (Aside to LAURA.) Don't be who does nothing but talk the silliest frightened. P. Dia. Don Cesar thine, whilst I am of his, who yet scarcely says or does

fustian, and of a most talkative servant dying for his love ? Never! His very pride anything but make piteous complaints enchants me; and in the depth of that abasement which he caused, I still adore

of incessant hunger. They have litehim. (Starting and turning from them.) rally no more to do with the plot, than What's this? Have I forgot my honour

have the witches of Macbeth with the and my fame? No,-thou perverse heart

distresses of Hamlet. They seem in-bleed! bleed! But let me save Diana's

troduced for no other purpose than to fame untainted. (To Laura.) Laura, you raise a laugh among certain parts of see I'm ill,—delirious. My tongue had the audience by the most common of lost the guidance of my reason. Believe all the tricks of broad low farce-the not what it spoke so falsely,—but hear rapacious appetite of a starved servant me, dearest Laura. Give bim your hand -and by what is still less sufferable to -I am content. You will be happy

a lover of genuine English Comedy, a very-very happy-and I can rejoice in most absurd caricature of one of its that. Go, then, and bless him with thy most brilliant creations-Lord Ogleby. constant love. Go-enjoy that bliss, and It is the constant fate of extravagancies leave me to a life of wretchedness and of this kind, that, unnatural as they shame.-(LAURA is going.) Yet stay! 0 are of themselves, they derive addi. - Heaven, it is impossible, I cannot bear tional improbability from the circumthe thought. The flame bursts forth and stances with which they are blended ;

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