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you, and when you get a little more acquainted with our people, you'll hold up your head and look quite pertly.

[Enter Captain Cheston, Symmington, Albina, Myrtilla, Mrs. Bently, Miss Lybrand, and Miss Turretville.] Come, Mr. Smith, let us go out into the other room—maybe we shall see the baron again.

[Exit Aunt Quimby, followed by Mr. Smith.]

Capt. C. How did you like the appearance of the baron, friend Symmington?

Sym. Oh! very much! he must be very distinguished in Europe.

Mrs. B. To be so familiar with kings, and princes, and all such great characters!

Capt. C. Did you ever learn anything of his military fame, Mr. Symmington?

Sym. Nothing, in particular. I heard him speak of having on his Hussar uniform, on a certain occasion.

Mrs. C. I should like to see him in such a dress.

Miss C. Oh! he don't look to me like a bloody warrior. Miss L. So I think. He neither looks nor talks like a cruel man at all.

Miss C. I delight to hear him talk!

Miss L. O, I do! about castles, and diamonds, and fêtes! Miss T. How I wish there were castles with ramparts, and cataracts, and banditti, in this country!

Mrs. C. Hark! What's that noise?

[Enter Aunt Quimby, all out of breath.]

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Aunt Q. Oh! mercy!- if Mr. Smith has n't been collaring the baron! [All rise and press round her.]

Mrs. C. and Mrs. B. [Together.] The baron collaring Mr. Smith, you mean!

Aunt Q. No, no,

I mean as I say! Who'd think 't was in Mr. Smith to do such a thing? Oh! he shook him, and kicked him ! — and, only think, all that to a baron!

Capt. C. And to my guest too!

Mrs. B. Oh, dear! Is the baron wounded- is he bleed

ing?

Miss L. Are they fighting now?-do go and help him! Mrs. C. Go, quick! O, he'll be killed-the baron 'll be killed!

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Sym. There will be a duel out of this, certainly.

Mrs. B. A duel! why yes, and more too,- the King of Germany will make war upon the United States, before to-morrow morning!

[Enter Smith, and Miss Bently, with her handkerchief at her face, who goes sobbing to her mother's side.]

Mrs. C. [Indignantly calling out, as Smith makes his appearance.] Impudent scoundrel!

Sym. Base assassin!

Mrs. B. Ungrateful murderer!

Aunt Q. You ugly man! I guess I shall help you sell your

tins !

Capt. C. You ruffian! What's the meaning of this outrage, and in the presence of a lady, too?

Mr. S. The lady must excuse me for forgetting myself so far as to chastise, on the spot, a contemptible villain. Mrs. B. You are the contemptible villain, yourself! Capt. C. Explain yourself, sir!

Mr. S. Believe me, friends, I know this Baron Von Klingenberg to be an impostor and a swindler. He has visited several countries in Europe, feigning to be an American gentleman of great fortune, and has always turned out a thievish rascal. Just now, I detected him picking pockets, and cutting the jewels from the ladies' dresses.

Mrs. B. Don't believe him!- Mr. Smith, indeed! who's to take his word? who knows who Mr. Smith is?

Mr. Beverly. [Speaking as he enters.] I do, -I had the pleasure of knowing him intimately, during my last tour in Europe. Aunt Q. Maybe you bought your tins of him?

Mr. B. Ladies and gentlemen, shall I have the honor of introducing Lord Huntingford. [The company gradually fall back.] The only tin he deals in is that produced by his extensive mines in Cornwall.

Mr. S. Perhaps, my friends, the epithets, rascal and scoundrel, will apply as well to barons as to lords.

Capt. C. Lord Huntingford, I humbly ask your pardon for my rashness. Sir, -if you can overlook such injurious language

Mrs. B. My lord, I hope you will excuse us all; we were excited.

Mr. S. Far be it from me to blame any of you. I pected such treatment.

Capt. C. But, my lord,

is an impostor?

Mr. S. It is truly so.
Mrs. B. And a thief, too?
Mr. S. Yes, a thief.

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can it be possible that the baron

Mrs. C. And you saw him steal?

Mr. S. All I have told you is true.

Sym. What a humbug!

Aunt Q. Humbug! My gracious! I should say Lord Smith humbugged me the most! — making me believe he was a tin pedler. Dear me! to think I should be so familiar with a lord, and a real one, too! I suppose I must not speak to you, now, Mr. Smith, for I don't know how to begin calling you my lord.

Mr. S. Call me Mr. Smith, if you choose; under that name I have had opportunity of gaining much knowledge of this unique and interesting country-knowledge which I could not have obtained in my real character. This last consideration, I hope, will be sufficient excuse for the little deception I have practised.

Sym. But, where 's the baron? has he sneaked off?

Miss B. He has! he has, and has taken my beautiful diamond ring!

Mrs. B. Now I think of it, he did not give back my gold essence-bottle, with an emerald stopper! .

Miss T. Now I remember, he did not return to me the beautiful fan he took from my hand at Mrs. De Mingles'!

Sym. And I doubt if he returned her diamond opera-glass to the Princess of Saxe Blingenberg.

Aunt Q. The Princess of Saxe Fiddlestick! Do you suppose he really ever had anything to do with such folks? Between ourselves, I thought it was all fudge, the whole time he was trying to make us believe he was hand in glove with women that had crowns on their heads, and men with diamond coats, and kings that shot peach-stones! I believe he is Jacob Stimble. The more he talked, the more he looked like him, and when Lord Smith was giving him such a drubbing, he looked, for all the world, as he did when Mr. Quimby used to be plying the switch to him.

SCENE.

JULIUS CÆSAR.

W. SHAKSPEARE.

The Forum and Citizens.

[Enter Brutus, and goes into the Rostrum.]

Citizens. The noble Brutus is ascended: silence!

Brutus. Be patient till the last.

Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause; and be silent, that you may hear: believe me for mine honor;

and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses, that you may be the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Cæsar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Cæsar was no less than his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Cæsar, this is my answer that I loved Cæsar less, but that I loved Rome more. you rather Cæsar were living and die all slaves, than that Cæsar were dead to live all freemen? As Cæsar loved me, I

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weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honor him; but as he was ambitious, I slew him : there are tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honor for his valor; and death for his ambition. Who is here so base, that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude, that would not be a Roman ? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so

vile, that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.

Cit. None, Brutus, none! [Several speaking at once.]

Bru. Then none have I offended. I have done no more to Cæsar, than you should do to Brutus. The question of his death is enrolled in the Capitol: his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offences enforced, for which he suffered death.

[Enter Antony and others.]

Here comes Mark Antony; who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the Commonwealth; as which of you shall not? With this I depart; that as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.

Cit. Live, Brutus, live! live!

Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone,

And, for my sake, stay here with Antony.

1 Cit. Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony.

3 Cit. Let him go up into the public chair;

We'll hear him: noble Antony, go up.

[Exit.]

Antony. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;

I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their bones;

So let it be with Cæsar! The noble Brutus
Hath told you Cæsar was ambitious :
If it were so, it was a grievous fault;
And grievously hath Cæsar answered it.

Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest,
(For Brutus is an honorable man;
So are they all, all honorable men,)
Come I to speak in Cæsar's funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me;
But Brutus says he was ambitious;

And Brutus is an honorable man.

He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill;
Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious?

When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept;
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff;
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honorable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse.

Was this ambition?

Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And sure he is an honorable man.

I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.

You all did love him once, not without cause;

What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?

1 Cit. Methinks there is much reason in his saying. 2 Cit. There is not a nobler man in Rome than Antony. 3 Cit. Now mark him; he begins again to speak. Ant. But yesterday the word of Cæsar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.

O masters! if I were disposed to stir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,
Who, you all know, are honorable men:
I will not do them wrong; I rather choose
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you,
Than I will wrong such honorable men.

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But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cæsar, -
I found it in his closet, 't is his will:
Let but the commons hear this testament,
(Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,)
And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar's wounds,
And dip their napkins in his sacred blood.

4 Cit. We'll hear the will: read it, Mark Antony.
Cit. The will! the will! we will hear Cæsar's will.
Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it;

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