Albina. Good night!-Nay: what have you to thank me for? Realize meant to make you his prisoner; and now I've made you mine- that's all the difference. Adieu! (Mandeville shakes hands with her, and exit at the door-Albina locks it, and puts the key in her pocket.) Deborah! He's gone, Deborah! (Hitting Deborah on the back, who trembles violently.)

Deborah. Is he? Which way did he go?

Albina. Through the key-hole; and now we'll go too. Poor gentleman! I'll return to him as soon as I can; for I feel interested for him beyond description. Lead on- I'll follow thee! And Oh, Mr. Howard! My dear Mr. Howard! Your friendship for him, and love for me, prove you to be a man of such taste and discrimination, that, if you don't forgive me, and make me your why, I'll live and die-a bachelor!

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[Exeunt.

END OF THE FOURTH ACT.

ALBINA.

I CAN neither sit, stand, nor walk. I can only bite my fingers, beat the devil's tattoo, and sing broken stanzas of despairing songs. "Ah, wella-day-Ah, lack-a day!" Dear! Now I only ask if my governess oughtn't to be ashamed of herself? Without giving any reason, she has ordered me to pack up, to set out for Dover, and leave the Castle and Mr. Howard for ever. begin to hate her, that's what I do.

I

Sir Solomon too-I hate him! I hate all old people. I wish they'd go to heaven, and leave us young ones to manage the world by ourselves.

Enter DEBORAH.

Deb. Miss, Miss, the carriage is at the door the postillions are mounting, the horses are prancing, and Mrs. Rigid is out of all patience.

Albina. Well, I'm coming!-Deborah, what is the reason Nay, don't turn your back upon me-don't take me for the baron, Deborah! Why are we to leave the Castle so unexpectedly?

Deb. I don't know: but I believe it's all owing to what the steward told her. Come, be quickSee now! Here's Sir Solomon come to fetch you.

Enter SIR SOLOMON.-(A letter in his hand.) Albina. Sir Solomon, I know what you're come for. You mean to force me away from the Castle. Sir Sol. I force you!

Albina. I never disobeyed my governess in all my life-but now

Sir Sol. 'Tis high time to begin, I think. -Go, Madam, (To Deborah.) tell Mrs. Rigid, Albina sha'n't go to Dover.

Albina. Not go to Dover?

Sir Sol. No! You sha'n't stir from your own house; or, if you do, it shall only be to mine. Albina. What! Will

Solomon?

you stand up for me, Sir

Sir Sol. To be sure I will.-This letter has opened my eyes-it proves the governess to be the worst of hypocrites; and therefore from this hour you shall be your own mistress.

Albina. School's up! School's up!

Sir Sol. Why ar'n't you gone, Madam? Do you think I'm not fit to be her champion? — Odsheart! though I'm not able to manage young women, I'll show you and your mistress I can be a match for old ones.

Albina. I'm my own governess now!-Go, get along, Deborah!-(Pushes her out.) - Oh, Sir Solomon! if you were my grandfather, I couldn't be more grateful.

Sir Sol. Read, read that letter!-I'm sorry to damp your joy, Albina.

Albina. What, does it bring bad news?

Sir Sol. The worst in the world. Read, read! 'Tis written by Veritas.

Albina. (Reads.)

"Sir, I am so thorough a penitent, that I can

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ACT V.

SCENE- A Garden.

Enter ALBINA in her own dress.

ALBINA.

I CAN neither sit, stand, nor walk. I can only

bite my fingers, beat the devil's tattoo, and sing broken stanzas of despairing songs."Ah, wella-day- Ah, lack-a day!" Dear! Now I only ask if my governess oughtn't to be ashamed of herself? Without giving any reason, she has ordered me to pack up, to set out for Dover, and leave the Castle and Mr. Howard for ever. begin to hate her, that's what I do. Sir Solomon too-I hate him! I hate all old people. I wish they'd go to heaven, and leave us young ones to manage the world by ourselves.

Enter DEBORAH.

I

Deb. Miss, Miss, the carriage is at the door the postillions are mounting, the horses are prancing, and Mrs. Rigid is out of all patience.

Albina. Well, I'm coming!--Deborah, what is the reason -Nay, don't turn your back upon me-don't take me for the baron, Deborah!Why are we to leave the Castle so unexpectedly? Deb. I don't know: but I believe it's all owing to what the steward told her. Come, be quick See now! Here's Sir Solomon come to fetch you.

Enter SIR SOLOMON. —(A letter in his hand.)

Albina. Sir Solomon, I know what you're come for. You mean to force me away from the Castle. Sir Sol. I force you!

Albina. I never disobeyed my governess in all my life-but now

Sir Sol. 'Tis high time to begin, I think. — Go, Madam, (To Deborah.) tell Mrs. Rigid, Albina sha'n't go to Dover.

Albina. Not go to Dover?

Sir Sol. No! You sha'n't stir from your own house; or, if you do, it shall only be to mine. Albina. What! Will you stand up for me, Sir Solomon?

Sir Sol. To be sure I will.-This letter has opened my eyes-it proves the governess to be the worst of hypocrites; and therefore from this hour you shall be your own mistress.

Albina. School's up! School's up!

Sir Sol. Why ar'n't you gone, Madam? Do you think I'm not fit to be her champion? Odsheart! though I'm not able to manage young women, I'll show you and your mistress I can be a match for old ones.

Albina. I'm my own governess now!-Go, get along, Deborah!—(Pushes her out.) -Oh, Sir Solomon! if you were my grandfather, I couldn't be more grateful.

Sir Sol. Read, read that letter!-I'm sorry to damp your joy, Albina.

Albina. What, does it bring bad news?

Sir Sol. The worst in the world. Read, read! 'Tis written by Veritas.

Albina. (Reads.)

"Sir, I am so thorough a penitent, that I can E