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Title: The Duenna Author: Richard Brinsley Sheridan Release Date: October, 2004 [EBook #6731] [Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule] [This file was first posted on January 20, 2003] Edition: 10 Language: English
THE DUENNA
A COMIC OPERA
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
AS ORIGINALLYACTED AT COVENT-GARDEN THEATRE, NOV. 21, 1775
DON FERDINANDMr. Mattocks. DON JEROMEMr. Wilson. DON ANTONIOMr. Dubellamy. DON CARLOSMr. Leoni. ISAAC MENDOZAMr. Quick. FATHER PAULMr. Mahon. FATHER FRANCISMr. Fox. FATHER AUGUSTINEMr. Baker. LOPEZMr. Wewitzer. DONNA LOUISAMrs. Mattocks. DONNA CLARAMrs. Cargill. THE DUENNAMrs. Green.
Masqueraders, Friars, Porter, Maid,and 
SCENESEVILLE.
Sevrants.
daughter, lend aH wod rutsy uo ,erov.D I Jon. er .tn nA bmuhl el
EnterLOPEZ,with a dark lantern. Lop. Past three o'clock!—Soh! a notable hour for one of my regular disposition, to be strolling like a bravo through the streets of Seville! Well, of all services, to serve a young lover is the hardest.—Not that I am an enemy to love; but my love and my master's differ strangely.—Don Ferdinand is much too gallant to eat, drink, or sleep:—now my love gives me an appetite—then I am fond of dreaming of my mistress, and I love dearly to toast her.—This cannot be done without good sleep and good liquor: hence my partiality to a feather- bed and a bottle. What a pity, now, that I have not further time, for reflections! but my master expects thee, honest Lopez, to secure his retreat from Donna Clara's window, as I guess.— [Music withoutOh, Don Antonio, my master's friend, come from.] Hey! sure, I heard music! So, so! Who have we here? the masquerade, to serenade my young mistress, Donna Louisa, I suppose: so! we shall have the old gentleman up presently.—Lest he should miss his son, I had best lose no time in getting to my post. [Exit.]
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Don. Louisa  Adieu, Antonio!
Don Ant  Must you go?
window fly!
Don. Louisa. &Don Ant.  We soon, perhaps, may meet again.  For though hard fortune is our foe,  The God of love will fight for us.
Don Jer.  Reach me the blunderbuss.
Don Ant. &Don. Louisa.  The god of love, who knows our pain—
Don Jer.  Hence, or these slugs are through your brain.
[Exeunt severally.
]
SCENE II—A Piazza. EnterDON FERDINANDandLOPEZ. Lop. Truly, sir, I think that a little sleep once in a week or so—-Don Ferd. Peace, fool! don't mention sleep to me. Lopthat a gentle slumber, or half an. No, no, sir, I don't mention your lowbred, vulgar, sound sleep; but I can't help thinking hour's dozing, if it were only for the novelty of the thing—— Don Ferd. Peace, booby, I say!—Oh, Clara dear, cruel disturber of my rest! Lop. [Aside.] And of mine too. Don Ferd. 'Sdeath, to trifle with me at such a juncture as this!— now to stand on punctilios!—Love me! I don't believe she ever did. Lop. [Aside.] Nor I either. Don Ferd. Or is it, that her sex never know their desires for an hour together? Lop. [Asidethey know them oftener than they'll own them..] Ah, Don Ferd. Is there, in the world, so inconsistent a creature as Clara? Lop. [Aside.] I could name one. Don Ferd. Yes; the tame fool who submits to her caprice. Lop. [Aside.]I thought he couldn't miss it. Don Ferd. Is she not capricious, teasing, tyrannical, obstinate, perverse, absurd? ay, a wilderness of faults and follies; her looks are scorn, and her very smiles—'Sdeath! I wish I hadn't mentioned her smiles; for she does smile such beaming loveliness, such fascinating brightness—Oh, death and madness! I shall die if I lose her. Lop. [Aside.] Oh, those damned smiles have undone all! AIR—Don Ferd.  Could I her faults remember,  Forgetting every charm,  Soon would impartial reason  The tyrant love disarm:  But when enraged I number  Each failing of her mind,  Love still suggests each beauty,  And sees—while reason's blind. Lop. Here comes Don Antonio, sir. Don Ferd. Well, go you home—I shall be there presently. Lop. Ah, those cursed smiles! [Exit.] EnterDON ANTONIO. Don FerdAntonio, Lopez tells me he left you chanting before our door—was my father waked?. Don Ant. Yes, yes; he has a singular affection for music; so I left him roaring at his barred window, like the print of Bajazet in the cage. And what brings you out so early? Don Ferd. I believe I told you, that to-morrow was the day fixed by Don Pedro and Clara's unnatural step-mother, for her to enter a convent, in order that her brat might possess her fortune: made desperate by this, I procured a key to the door, and bribed Clara's maid to leave it unbolted; at two this morning, I entered unperceived, and stole to her chamber—I found her waking and weeping. Don Ant. Happy Ferdinand! Don Ferd. 'Sdeath! hear the conclusion.—I was rated as the most confident ruffian, for daring to approach her room at
that hour of the night. Don Ant. Ay, ay, this was at first. Don Ferda word from me, but threatened to raise her mother, if I did not instantly. No such thing! she would not hear leave her. Don Ant. Well, but at last? Don Ferd. At last! why I was forced to leave the house as I came in. Don Ant. And did you do nothing to offend her? Don FerdNothing, as I hope to be saved!—I believe, I might snatch a dozen or two of kisses.. Don Ant. Was that all? well, I think, I never heard of such assurance! Don Ferd. Zounds! I tell you I behaved with the utmost respect. Don AntBut, hark ye, Ferdinand, did you leave your key with them?. O Lord! I don't mean you, but in her. Don Ferd. Yes; the maid who saw me out, took it from the door. Don Ant. Then, my life for it, her mistress elopes after you. Don Ferdsuspect everybody.—You loved her once, and thought her. Ay, to bless my rival, perhaps. I am in a humour to an angel, as I do now. Don Ant. Yes, I loved her, till I found she wouldn't love me, and then I discovered that she hadn't a good feature in her face. AIR.  I ne'er could any lustre see  In eyes that would not look on me;  I ne'er saw nectar on a lip,  But where my own did hope to sip.  Has the maid who seeks my heart  Cheeks of rose, untouch'd by art?  I will own the colour true,  When yielding blushes aid their hue.  Is her hand so soft and pure?  I must press it, to be sure;  Nor can I be certain then,  Till it, grateful, press again.  Must I, with attentive eye,  Watch her heaving bosom sigh?  I will do so, when I see  That heaving bosom sigh for me. Besides, Ferdinand, you have full security in my love for your sister; help me there, and I can never disturb you with Clara. Don FerdI can, consistently with the honour of our family, you know I will; but there must be no eloping.. As far as Don Ant. And yet, now, you would carry off Clara? Don Ferdthat others should act to our sisters and wives as we do to others'.. Ay, that's a different case!—we never mean —But, to- morrow, Clara is to be forced into a convent. Don Ant. Well, and am not I so unfortunately circumstanced? To- morrow, your father forces Louisa to marry Isaac, the Portuguese—but come with me, and we'll devise something I warrant. Don Ferd. I must go home. Don Ant. Well, adieu! Don Ferd. But, Don Antonio, if you did not love my sister, you have too much honour and friendship to supplant me with Clara— AIR—Don Ant.
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Don Ferd. Clara should love him after all.
 The faith which to my friend I swore,  As a civil oath I view;  But to the charms which I adore,  'Tis religion to be true. [Exit.]
 Though cause for suspicion appears,  Yet proofs of her love, too, are strong;  I'm a wretch if I'm right in my fears,  And unworthy of bliss if I'm wrong.  What heart-breaking torments from jealousy flow,  Ah! none but the jealous—the jealous can know!
SONG.
 When blest with the smiles of my fair,  I know not how much I adore:  Those smiles let another but share,  And I wonder I prized them no more!  Then whence can I hope a relief from my woe,  When the falser she seems, still the fonder I grow? [Exit.
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Don. LouisaBut, my dear Margaret, my charming Duenna, do you think we shall succeed?. Duenbe instantly put to the trial. Everything is prepared in your room, and. I tell you again, I have no doubt on't; but it must for the rest we must trust to fortune. Don. Louisa. My father's oath was, never to see me till I had consented to—— Duen. 'Twas thus I overheard him say to his friend, Don Guzman,—I will demand of her to-morrow, once for all, whether she will consent to marry Isaac Mendoza; if she hesitates, I will make a solemn oath never to see or speak to her till she returns to her duty.—These were his words. Don. LouisaAnd on his known obstinate adherence to what he has once said, you have formed this plan for my escape.. —But have you secured my maid in our interest? Duen. She is a party in the whole; but remember, if we succeed, you resign all right and title in little Isaac, the Jew, over to me. Don. Louisa. That I do with all my soul; get him if you can, and I shall wish you joy most heartily. He is twenty times as rich as my poor Antonio. AIR.  Thou canst not boast of fortune's store,  My love, while me they wealthy call:  But I was glad to find thee poor—  For with my heart I'd give thee all.  And then the grateful youth shall own  I loved him for himself alone.  But when his worth my hand shall gain,  No word or look of mine shall show  That I the smallest thought retain  Of what my bounty did bestow;  Yet still his grateful heart shall own  I loved him for himself alone. Duen. I hear Don Jerome coming.—Quick, give me the last letter I brought you from Antonio—you know that is to be the ground of my dismission.—I must slip out to seal it up, as undelivered. [Exit.]
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