own consent; for was not a key found on the inside the door by which she escaped? and, no doubt, she unlocked it herself.

Mar. I have lost her; what is it to me, whether by force or fraud?

Voice within. Amanthis is returned!

Enter several Servants of the house. The MARQUIS drops his sword, and runs impatiently to the door at which they entered.

Mar. Gracious heaven!

Enter ALBERTO, superbly dressed, leading in AMANTHIS, through centre door.

Alb. 'Tis I who am the ravisher; and thus resign my prize to one, whose right, by every tie of gratitude, is superior.

Mar. My Amanthis! tell me, do I dream, or do I know that voice? Yes, 'tis my friend Alberto! [They embrace.] And do I receive Amanthis from thy hand? and can I see you here, without apprehensions for your safety?

Alb. Yes; for my unjust sentence is revoked, and my misfortunes at an end. In the Indies, where my distresses carried me, I did some service for my native country, for which I have been repaid with honours and with riches.

March. My dear Amanthis, how sincerely do I rejoice to see you happy as you merit!

Count. Madam, I sincerely hope you are happy; and that no remembrance of me may ever disturb your tranquillity.

Duke. I'll answer for that.

Mar. Count, I have to beg your pardon for a suspicion

Count. I assure you, my lord, you did me honour by it; where a lady is the subject, I like to be suspected. Alb. And now, Amanthis, say you pardon me the momentary pang I gave you, while I made trial of my daughter's filial love.

Aman. Oh, my father! I forget all my sorrows past, in my present joy.

Duke. I think we seem all extremely happy; every one, except the poor Count.

Count. The poor Count, sir!

Duke. Yes; you like to be suspected; and I must own, I suspect at this time

Count. What, sir?

Duke. A lady is in the case, so don't be angry.
March. If I am the object, I here protest-

Count. Come if you will swear that you have no regard for me, and that you will never, by any part of your conduct, prove you have, marry me; and I will be the most constant, faithful husband

March. You are so indifferent to me at present, I think I may venture.

Count. But remember, the first time you are in love, I am so no longer.

Duke. Take him; and at least respect him that he is no hypocrite.

March. I will take him; for, with all my care, I might do worse. To love with sincerity and judgment, is only reserved for superior minds; few beings, such as Almanza and his Child of Nature. [Exeunt.

THE END.

Somno. Damme! didn't think I had so much pluck in me.

Act II. Scene 1.

THE SLEEP-WALKER;

OR,

WHICH IS THE LADY?

A FARCE,

En Two Acts,

BY W. C. OULTON.

PRINTED FROM THE ACTING COPY, WITH REMARKS, BIOGRAPHICAL AND CRITICAL, BY D.-G.

To which are added,

A DESCRIPTION OF THE COSTUME,-CAST OF THE CHARACTERS, ENTRANCES AND EXITS, RELATIVE POSITIONS OF THE PERFORMERS ON THE STAGE, AND THE WHOLE OF THE STAGE BUSINESS.

As now performed at the

THEATRES ROYAL, LONDON.

EMBELLISHED WITH A FINE ENGRAVING.

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