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Let me into the moonlight-gold, gold, gold ! I might have groaned for that poor wretch's groan -
A hoard of shining gold : here lieth more

But for a hundred brave, broad, golden pieces
Than I have saved in seven years' weary toil, I'll groan not.
And honest gain - this is some robber's booty -

(He takes off his belt, and then securely firing It were no sin to take a robber's gold,

them in it, fastens it round his body. (A slep is heard approaching. Thou shalt be my true breast-plate, Ha! some one comes !

My heart's joy, my night and day companion ! (He shrinks into the shade, and lies close But hence! this is no land of safety for me. under the bank.

[He goes out. Man. Now, by your leave, good friend, Who may you be ? Thos. A poor night traveller,

SCENE V. Who takes up his cheap quarters 'neath the hedges.

Man. I'm in the like case too. But, honest friend, Several years afterwards.-A dark night in a distant I have a little liking for your pillow,

country. - A field of battle covered with dead. May'st please you take the farther side o' the bed!

Enter Thomas of Torres with a small lantern in Thos. First come, first served - it is a well

his hand. known adage. Man. Come, come, my friend, these are my ancient Thos. Rings; dagger-sheaths ; gold chains and quarters ;

spurs; massy gold embroidery—this is all clear gain I have a foolish liking for this spot

-no deduction for agents-no plaguy discount--all All are alike to you

net profit! [he gropes among the bodies.] But ha Thos. I have possession,

thou art worth looking after! Come, my young And will maintain it!

gentleman, I'll be your valet SLet go your sword. Man. It shall then be tried !

Poor wretch! that was a strong death-grasp! Now [He lays hold on Thomas, and they off with your rings-one, two, three! I'll lay my struggle together.

life thou wast a coxcomb-a fine blade, with wit as Ha! ha, you thief, then you have got the bag! keen as thy sword's edge. (he tears open the pockets.) Thos. I have !

| Empty, empty! I'd be sworn he expended his gold Man. You villain! you marauding thief! on his outside I've known such in my day! [Thomas rushes into the thicket

(He goes forward ;-a groan is heard. the man follows.

Thos. Here's life among the dead !--mercy! that Man. [within the thicket.] I am a dead man, help!

sound oh, I am murdered !

In this unearthly silence chills my blood. Christ help me! I am murdered !

A faint Voice. For the dear love of Christ, be't Thos. [rushing out.] He is not ! no!

friend or foe, Cuffs do not murder men!

(He runs off. Make short my death!

Thos. What, art thou sick of life?
Voice. It is not life -- it is a living death!

Thos. (approaching him, and looking at him atten.

tively.) Ha! thou’rt an argosy with treasure laden! A cave by the sea shore. - Enter Thomas of Torres ; Voice. My sword is at my head - for pity's sake, he takes out the bag.

Make short work with it!

Thos. (seizing his hand.] Gems worthy of a king! Thos. Now let me count --- now let me see my Wounded Man. [raising himself.] Off with thee, gains.

thou accursed plunderer, — Ah! it reminds me of the thirty pieces,

| Thou stony-hearted wretch, off, off! The price of blood! I would give every piece

(He faintly strikes him off, and then falls To know he were not dead! A murderer

back dead. - Thomas proceeds to strip the Thomas of Torres a night murderer!

body. No, 't is not so! they were not killing blows - Thou art a magazine of gems and gold ! I will not think of it!

[He draws a gold chain from his neck. Now let me count

What, more? Some love-gift!— 'Twas a heavenly [He counts out a hundred pieces.

lady, Oh, thou most goodly thing - most lovely gold For whom our earthly gold was all too mean, Dearer unto my soul than meat or drink;

That she was set with lustrous pearls o' the sea — More beautiful than woman! Glorious gold, Let's see this radiant jewel of a lady! I love thee as a youth his earliest mistress!

Heavens! it is Isabel -- the gentle queen Come to my heart, thou bright and beautiful of my young love — and this was her good lord' Come, come!

[He hugs the gold. Methought the voice had a familiar tone. Brigh: prize, I care not how I won thee, Mine ancient friend! thus have I paid thee back I'll ease my heart with thee! A hundred pieces! The treachery of thy wooing. -- Yet, poor Count, Had it been five-and-twenty-even fifty,

My heart misgives me for despoiling thee


And thou, bright Isabel! it was for thee

Thos. Produce your sureties! I made the solemn vow, which I am keeping; Gent.

They have proved false Accursed, wretched spoiler, that I am!

Alas! they proved themselves false friends indeed! Let me begone! I will not look again

They left the city ere I knew my loss,
Upon a dead man's face - at least to-night! And are not to be found.
[He gathers up his spoil, and goes slowly off. Thos.

Thou wast a fool
To put thy trust in friends; all friends are false!

Gent. (pointing to the caskel] This casket, sir, I

sent to you in pledge ;

It holds the jewels of my dying wise A forcign city.-A miserable den-like room, surround. She will not need them more! ed with iron chests, secured with heavy padlocks - Thos.

I'll not accept it! the door and windows grated and barred. Thomas I'll have my money, every doit of it, of Torres sitting at a desk, with pen and ink before Principal and interest, paid down this day! him.

| Gent. Inhuman wretch!- will you profane the

chamber Enter A FINE GENTLEMAN.

of my poor dying wife! Gent. Good morrow, most excellent sir!


I'll have my money!
Thos. Humph!
Gent. I have the misfortune, sir, to need a thou-

[The Gentleman, in great agitation, lays down sand gold pieces, and knowing your unimpeachable

a bundle of parchments before him. honour, I have pleasure in asking the loan from you. Thos. Well, what of these? Thos. Humph!


Give me the further sum Gent. Your rate of interest, sir, is ? Of twenty thousand pieces on these lands

Thos. Thirty per cent. for spendthrift heirs, and These parchments will be surety for the whole! two responsible sureties.

Thos. (glancing over them.] The lands of Torres ! Gent. The terms are hard, sir.

ha! ha! ha!- and you're --- ? Thos.

They are the terms! | Gent. The lord of Torres. Gent. Sir, twenty per cent. is high interest: else

How shall I be sure where

Of the validity of these same deeds? Thos. Then go elsewhere!

Lord of T. I've heard it said that you are of that [The Gentleman turns on his heel,

country; and goes out whistling. If so, the signatures of its late lords, Thos. The jackanapes !

Father and son, may be well known to you.

Thos. (carefully examining them.] I had some Enter A GRIM-LOOKING MAN.

knowledge of them, these are theirs : Man. He cannot pay, sir; he declares it impossi. And you give up your right unto this lordship ble, and prays you to have patience ; - and in the For the consideration of the sum meantime leaves in your hand this casket.

Of twenty thousand pieces ? Thos. [opening it.] Baubles ! -Can 't pay-impos- ! Lord of T.

No, no, sir; sible! - I say I will be paid !

That doth exceed my meaning. Man. His ship was lost in the squall — he must Thos.

Then pay down sell the furniture of his house to cover your demand, The original sum, with interest, or a prison and be prays you to have mercy on his wife and Shall be your home this night, children!

| Lord of T.

"Twould be unjust Thos. Wife and children! talk not to me of wives To give away my children's patrimony ! and children !- I'll have my money!

Thos. Sir, take your choice. - Resign this petty Man. I tell you, sir, it is impossible, without you

lordship, seize his goods.

Or go you to the prison ! Thos. Then take the city bailiff, and get them appraised.

[lle resumes his pen, and sils down Man. I cannot do it, sir!- You shall see him

doggedly to his calculations.

Ah, my wife, yourself. (aside.) The nether mill-stone is running Lord of T. water compared to his heart!

He goes out. My little innocent and helpless children! Thos. Twenty thousand gold pieces, and seven

Thos. Your home shall be a dungeon on the months' interest-and give that up because a man

morrow! has wife and children. - Ha! ha! ha!

Lord of T. Thou cruel bloodsucker! thou most (He resumes his pen, and calculates


Most iron-hearted scrivener!

Spare your tongue ! Enter A GENTLEMAN, with a depressed countenance. Il words obtain not men's consideration

Gent. Sir, my misfortunes are unparalleled Pay down the principal and interest ! My ship was stranded in the squall last week, Lord of T. Sir, forty thousand pieces for the And now my wife is at the point of death!


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of Torres were a miserable price

And 't would have seemed ungracious to refuse her. Too cheap were it at sixty thousand pieces !

But I'll beware, and keep out of her sight,
Thos. I know these lands of Torres-sore run out: I'll warrant me, her eyes are sharp enough!
Woods felled - houses fallen to decay – I know it;
A ruined, a dilapidated place!

Lord of T. So did the last possessor leave it, sir-
A graceless spendthrift heir, so did he leave it; A small chamber in the house of Torres.- Thomas as
"Tis now a place of beauty -- a fair spot,

the lord of Torres, with money-bags on his table. None faiser under the broad face of heaven!

Lord of T. I am the Lord of Torres! that one Thos. Sir, I am no extortioner, God knows;

thought I love fair, upright dealings! I will make

Is with me night and day. The lord of Torres! The twenty thousand pieces you have asked A thousand pieces more, and drop my claim

But will add heaps unto his countless heaps, To the whole sum of interest which is due !

Gold to his gold, and silver to his silver! Lord of T. Forty-one thousand pieces, and five

[A low rap is heard, and a poor widow hundred –

enters timidly. T is a poor price for the rich lands of Torres !

1 Widow. Pardon, my lord : I am an aged widow, Thos. You do consent — let's have a notary. Whose children's children's bread depends upon me. Lord of T. Give me till night to turn it in my | I hold a little field, which we have held.

In my dead husband's time, for forty years Thos. I'll give you not an hour! - not e'en a The field, to us, is as the staff of life ; minute! The stamps on the floor with his fool. Good tenants have we been, and regular,

Never have missed our rent on quarter-day;

But now your wealthy neighbour, John O'Nokes,

[Exit Boy. Quick, fetch the notary! [The Lord of Torres covers his face with

Desires to have the field to add to his his hands-Thomas of Torres resumes

He will be here anon to make his offer;
his calculations.

Oh my good lord, befriend a feeble widow,
And her poor fatherless babes!

"T is not for me,

To make a worthy offering to my lord —

We are but poor — the field is all our wealth
The hold of a ship. Thomas of Torres seated upon But what I have, I offer in submission.
an iron chest, and another beside him. Enter a

[She lays a few small silver coins before lady, wrapped in a long cloak and veiled; two

him, and a gold ring. younger ones follow, supporting a third-the master Lord of T. You shall not be disturbed in your of the vessel follows them.


Wid. Lady. Are these, good sir, the best accommoda

Ten thousand blessings on your noble lordship!

(She goes out. tions ?

Lord of 7. [lesting the ring and coins] Master. Unless you pay the price of what are


sterling gold and silver, though the weight better.

Is small; but every little addeth to the whole. Lady. [throwing back her veil, and showing a fairl but sad countenance]

Enter John o'NOKES. Sir, I have told you more of our distress

John [bouing very low.] There is a little fieldThan may be pleasing to a stranger's ear;

a worthless field, I seek no favours on my own account,

| My noble lord, which brings you little profit
But for my youngest child, my dying daughter As 't is now let; and seeing it adjoins
Mast. (turning lowards the young lady]

My land, and is upon the utmost verge
Poor, delicate young thing! Oh no, not here Of your estate, I fain would buy it from you.
Is a fit place for that poor, dying lady -

Lord of T. I have no thought to sell that little Follow me, madam. She shall have my cabin :

field. But stay, my gentle mistress, lean on me!

John. My lord, its worth is small to your estate ; [He supports the young lady out, and To mine 't is otherwise -- and she who rents it the others follow.

Is poor, and hath no management of land. Thos. Why, yonder is the lady of the pearls – Lord of T. She pays her rent as true as quarterThe Isabel of my fond, boyish passion!

day. And she is poor, is burdened with three daughters! John. That rent is small : my price would yield Four women in a house would be expensive!

you more. I was a fool to think I e'er should marry

Lord of T. I would not do her wrong, she is a Marry, forsooth, a widow with four daughters,

widow! And a poor widow too! No, I'll not marry!

John. She is a widow only through their crime 'Tis well they're gone ;-if they had seen me here, Her husband died for murder -a foul murder, She might have asked for help in her distress, Done in this very field !

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Lord of T:
This very field!

Serv. Master, good lack ! she will be dead ere John. Yes, my good lord. Some nineteen years

morning! agone,

Lord of T. Then elsewhere let her die! Bethink Within a lonesome hollow of this field —

you fool, A wandering pedlar was discovered, murdered.

| 'T would cost a noble, but to bury her! His ass, and all his little merchandise

Serv. (going out] Good lord! and he such plenty! Were found within this woman's husband's shed

Enter STEWARD. The facts were clear against him, though he swore

Steward. The barns are full, iny lord, and there Unto the last that he was innocent

| is yet grain to be housed. And as was just, he died upon the gallows !

Lord of T. The cost were great to build more But you are pale, my lord — you 're very pale! Lord of T. Pardon me, sir, my health is not the

| barns - let it be housed under this roof.

Stew. My lord ! best.

Lord of T. To be sure! the state-rooms are large John. Well, sir, about the business of the field.

, and lofty - and to me they are useless, let them be Lord of T. The widow woman still shall hold

filled! the field!

Stew. What! with the gilt cornices, and the old John. [laying a small bag before him). But my

lords and ladies on the walls ! good lord, to me it is an object

| Lord of T. The same! are they not well placed, One hundred marks I'll give you for the field.

so that a wain might approach without impediment ? Lord of T. What doth this hold, sir ? is it gold or

Steur. It were a mortal sin! John. Gold, sir, each piece is gold !

Lord of T. I cannot afford to build new barns

remember the mildew last season, and the cow that Lord of T. One bundred marks ?

died in March — these are great losses ! One hundred marks and ten, and it is yours!

Slew. Well, my lord, the harvest is ready, it must John. Sir, every piece within that bag is gold !

be done quickly. Lord of 7. One hundred marks and ten - I'll

Lord of T. A broad door-way making, will not take no less!

cost much ; send me a builder to-morrow, and let us John. My notary is without - I'll bring him in.

have an estimate — these people require being tied (He goes out.

"; down to the farthing! (Thc steward goes out, Lord of T. I'll not believe it! Other men had

[The Lord of Torres unlocks his iron door, asses —

counts his bags, puts his keys under And others might be murdered in that field;

his pillow, and then lies down--after Besides, if it were so, was it my crime

some time, he starts up. That the land's law did deal unjustly by him?

| Fire! murder! thieves ! my gold ! my iron chest ! Upon their heads, who heard him plead in vain,

[He rubs his eyes, and looks around him. Shall be his innocent blood, and not on mine!

Was it a dream ? thank heaven, it was a dream!

He takes up the bag. Then all is safe - my iron chest is sale: Ha! ha! this wealthy purchaser has gold

(He feels for his keys. In plenty, if he thus can bribe. May be

Ay, they are safe, the keepers of my treasures I have another little field will tempt him ;

Now let me sleep-I've much to do to-morrow. But next time, I will have a better price

I must be wary in this estimate. Now let me find a place wherein to store it!

One-half the sur he asks will be enough! [He considers for a few moments then takes

[He lies down and sleeps. up his keys, and goes to a small closet.

[An avful voice passes through the chamber. “Thou fool, this night thy soul will be required

from thee; then whose will those things be which SCENE IX.

thou hast provided ?" A chamber lighled by a small iron lamp, the lord of

Torres in his night-cap and dressing gown-a closet with an iron door is beside his bed, he has a bunch of keys in his hand. Enler AN OLD SERVANT.

Acuzib was abundantly satisfied with the result of

his second temptation. He had watched the gradual Servant. Master, there is a woman at the door, strengthening of the passion ; the sealing up, as it And two small children; they do cry for bread; were, of the heart against both God and man. Only a little morsel!

"It was not," said Achzib, in great self-gratulation, Lord of T.

Drive them hence! “because the temptation was in itself strong, that I A murrain on them!

have this time been so successful, but especially beI have warned them hence, cause the tempted was so wisely chosen. Human But master, she is dying ; and the cry

nature has a strange propensity to extremes; he who Of those poor little children wrings my heart! wastes his patrimony with profligate indifference, Lord of T. Liars they are and thieves ! Drive and reduces himself to penury, is of all others the them away!

man to become insatiably avaricious. In proportion


as he lavished in youth, will he hoard up in age;

SCENE I. the hand that threw away thousands, will afterwards clutch at groats,-and, oh marvellous inconsistency! A seaport city.--Evening.-A small mansion in the not from having learned the value of the good he

suburbs ; Constance silling in a little roum, looking has abused, but from a passionate lust of possession,

at a miniature. which, like the extravagance of madness, seems to Constance. There is a faint resemblance-but so reverse the very nature of the man."

faint! “The world,” continued Achzib, “has but little And yet the eyes in colour are the same sympathy for the ruined spendthrift; men are slow So is the hair, with its thick clustering curls in giving to him who has not taken care of his own And the fine oval of the countenance;

and thus they assist the reaction of his spirit. He But oh, the mouth! no, no, it is not Albert's! talks of the faithlessness of friends, of the jeers and And yet, when he is absent, I shall say taunts of the world, and the triumph of enemies, till, 'Tis like, 'l is very like! Oh, how I wish exciting himself to hostility against his kind, he com. This voyage were made! my heart has fearful aumences a warfare upon it, and becomes its scourge

guries; and its shame. He gives not to the needy; because, \ And when I pray for him, my spirit takes says he, in my need, none gave to me-and he gets All unawares such fervency of tone all he can by fair means and foul, because in his As terrifies myself. Great God protect him! abundance all, he believes, made a prey of him. Oh, most blind and senseless of passions !-he would even

Enter MADAME LUBERG ; she sils down by Constance. rob himself, to enrich his colfers-he would deny Mad. L. I am the bearer of most heavy tidings! himself even sustenance, were it not that death | Cons. Is Albert dead? would sever him from the god of his idolatry!" Mad. L.

Oh no, oh no, thank heaven! “And now," said Achzib, “I will try this passion Compared with that, my news is light indeed! in a modified degree, upon another and a nobler spirit. | The sudden squall that came and passed at noon, The sins of Thomas of Torres, comparatively speak- Like lightning in its speed, loosened his vessel ing, were sins against society at large. My next vic. From its strong moorings, drove it out of harbour, tim shall be taken from the bosom of affection; he And there, in half a moment, it went down! shall bring desolation upon the domestic hearth, and All, all is lost, not even a single bale wither those souls in which he was bound up as in Is come to shore ! the bundle of life. To accomplish this, I must first Cons.

And any lives on board ? sap, if not remove the barriers of sound principle. But Mad. L. But two, the helmsman and a cabin-boy; once familiarize him with sin; but once induce him The others were gone out by Albert's leave, to sunder some one tie which has hitherto bound him to pass the day on shore. God help him now! to virtue,-no matter how slight it be,-the most im. For there went down his all.---All, all was ventured portant work is done, and the remaining ties become In that one cargo; he's a beggar now! loosened : for the first dereliction of duty, the first No longer Albert Luberg the young merchant, swerving aside from the integrity of virtue, is the act On whom the old grey-headed men on 'Change by which a human soul becomes the chartered vic- Looked with respect 'cause fortune favoured him! tim of evil."

Yet that was the least reason he should win “ The mere sordid miser,” continued Achzib, recur. / A wise man's grace -- was he not good and kind ? ring once more to his subject, “is a hateful spectacle. A prudent, generous captain; loved by all, The toad hiding itself under a noisome stone, is not And served with such devotion, that his crew more hideous than his moral deformity ; but the down. Symbolled fidelity ? and such a son! fall of a nobler spirit, drawing, as it were, the sey-Oh, there is not a mother in the city, enth part of heaven after it, in the darkened plea. But, whon impressing on her child its duty, sures, the wounded affections of all that clung to it, Says, “ be thou but a son like Albert Luberg!" is an achievement worthy of the Prince of Darkness

[She weeps himself!"

Cons. This is our consolation, not our sorrow!
God will not let him want a helping hand -

He only tries him thus, to prove his virtue.

But hark — his step! Oh, 't is his step indeed!


Mad. L. God give thee comfort in this great af


And make it work together for thy good! MADAME LUBERG, HIS MOTHER.

Albert. Mother, your prayer is answered - so is CONSTANCE, HER NIECE, AND THE BETROTHED OF ALBERT.

Dear Constance, for I see you have been weeping, ACHZIB, THE CAPTAIN OF THE VESSEL

Like my poor mother; but you've won from heaven EDAH, A YOUNG ISLANDER.

Blessing for one unworthy as I am! SEAMEN, CREW OF THE WRECK, MERCHANTS, Cons. No, not unworthy, Albert! But what blessAND TOWNS-PEOPLE.


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