JOANNA BAILLIE. JOANNA BAILLIE, sister of the celebrated Dr. Matthew Baillie, was born at Bothwell, in Scotland, about the year 1765. We have been unable to collect any particulars of her life, but she is well known to the public as one of the most successful female writers of the present age. Her most celebrated production is her Plays of the Passions; a series in which each passion is made the subject of a tragedy and a comedy. These procured her great reputation, particularly her tragedies, which evince strong conceptions of character, vivid imagery, and a masterly delineation of the various passions. Her plays, however, have not the tran scendent dramatic merit which has been claimed for them by some of her admirers. She is by no means a Shakspeare. One of her most recent publications is, A View of the general Tenor of the New Testament, regarding the Nature and Dignity of Jesus Christ. She is also the author of The Family Legend, a tragedy; Metrical Legends, or Exalted Characters; two dramas, entitled, respectively,The Martyr, and The Bride; and a volume of dramas, very recently published. BASIL. PERSONS OF THE DRAMA. COUNT BASIL, COUNT ROSINBERG, DUKE OF MANTUA. GAURICEIO, VALTOMER, GEOFFRY, MIRANDO, MEN. Old Man. Bears she such offerings to St. Francis' So rich, so marvellous rich, as rumour says? Cit. Since she, in all this splendid pomp, returns a general in the emperor's service. Her public thanks to the good patron saint, his friend. his minister. Two officers of Basil's troops. an old soldier very much maimed a little boy, favourite to Victoria. WOMEN. VICTORIA, The scene is in Mantua and its environs. Time supposed to be the sixteenth century, when Charles the Fifth defeated Francis the First, at the battle of Pavia. ACT I. SCENE I.—AN OPEN STREET, CROWDED WITH PEOPLE SOME SHOW. Enter a CITIZEN. Who from his sick-bed hath restored her father, (Discovering among the crowd old Geoffry,) Geof. I come not for the show; and yet, methinks, If thou didst truly know mine errand here. What, must I tell it thee? I left my peaceful home: Then my first battles, First Man. Well, friend, what tidings of the When with an arm (I speak not of it oft) grand procession? Cit. I left it passing by the northern gate. at last. Which now (pointing to his empty sleeve) thou In a straight pass I stopp'd a thousand foes, Young Man. And does the princess look so won- For which good service, in his tented court, 'Twas a heart-kindling smile,—a smile of praise- Big with rich names, told of this grand procession; I yet might trace some semblance of her mother. Enter an OFFICER. Officer to Geof. Make way that the procession may have room: Stand you aside, and let this man have place. (Pushing Geof. and endeavouring to put another in his place.) Geof. But that thou art the prince's officer, I'd give thee back thy push with better blows. Officer. What, wilt thou not give place? the prince is near: I will complain to him, and have thee caged. Geof. Yes, do complain, I pray; and when thou dost, Say that the private of the tenth brigade, Who saved his army on the Danube's bank, Cit. to Officer. This is old Geoffry of the tenth brigade. Offi. I knew him not: you should have told me sooner. [EXIT, looking much ashamed. Martial music heard at a distance. Cit. Hark, this is music of a warlike kind. Enter Second CITIZEN. Enter Count BASIL, officers and soldiers in procession, with colours flying, and martial music. When they have marched halfway over the stage, an officer of the duke's enters from the opposite side, and speaks to BASIL upon which he gives a sign with his hand, and the martial music ceases; soft music is heard at a little distance, and VICTORIA, with a long procession of ladies, enters from the opposite side. General, &c. pay obeisance to her, as she passes; she stops to return it, and then goes off with her train. After which, the military procession moves on, and exeunt. Cit. to Geof. What think'st thou of the princess? Geof. She is fair, But not so fair as her good mother was. [EXEUNT. SCENE II.—A PUBLIC WALK ON THE RAMPARTS OF THE TOWN. Enter COUNT ROSINBERG, VALTOMER, and FREDERICK.— .VALTOMER enters by the opposite side of the stage, and meets them. Valt. O what a jolly town for way-worn soldiers! Rich steaming pots, and smell of dainty fare, From every house salutes you as you pass: Light feats and juggler's tricks attract the eye; Music and merriment in every street; Whilst pretty damsels, in their best attire, Trip on in wanton groups, then look behind, To spy the fools a gazing after them. Fred. But short will be the season of our ease, For Basil is of flinty matter made, And cannot be allured To Sec. Cit. What sounds are these, good friend, 'Faith, Rosinberg, I would thou didst command us. which this way bear? Sec. Cit. The brave Count Basil is upon his march, To join the emperor with some chosen troops, And as an ally doth through Mantua pass. Geof. I've heard a good report of this young soldier. Sec. Cit. 'Tis said he disciplines his men severely, And over-much the old commander is, Which seems ungracious in so young a man. Geof. I know he loves not ease and revelry; He makes them soldiers at no dearer rate Thou art his kinsman, of a rank as noble, Some years his elder too-How has it been That he should be preferr'd? I see not why. Ros. Ah! but I see it, and allow it well; He is too much my pride to wake my envy. Fred. Nay, count, it is thy foolish admiration Which raises him to such superior height; And truly thou hast so infected us, That I at times have felt me awed before him, I knew not why. 'Tis cursed folly this. Than he himself hath paid. What, dost thou think, Thou art as brave, of as good parts as he. That e'en the very meanest simple craft Cannot without due diligence be learn'd, And yet the noble art of soldiership May be attain'd by loitering in the sun? Let such pot-boiling varlets stay at home, Ros. Our talents of a different nature are; Fred. Well, praise him as thou wilt; I see it not I'm sure I am as brave a man as he. Ros. Yes, brave thou art, but 'tis subalterr bravery, And doth respect thyself. Thou'lt bleed as well, There have been those, in early manhood slain, With such a noble zeal their generous troops, That to their latest day of bearing arms, Their gray-hair'd soldiers have all dangers braved Ros. One fault he has; I know but only one; I too great love of military fame Absorbs his thoughts, and makes him oft appear Unsocial and severe. Fred. Well, feel I not undaunted in the field? As much enthusiastic love of glory? Why am I not as good a man as he? Ros. It is a fair one, though you mark'd it not. As she and all her lovely damsels pass'd; Ros. I wish so too; for oft their fancied beauties Where every kind of beauty charms the eye; Valt. Demure, or over-wise, or given to freaks. Ros. He's form'd for great occasions, thou for Thou'lt leave no woman handsome under heaven. small. Valt. But small occasions in the path of life Should on the whole a better figure make, Enter BASIL, who returns their salute without speaking. Ros. What think'st thou, Valtomer, of Mantua's princess? Valt. But I must leave you for an hour or so; I mean to view the town. Ros. And so will I. [EXEUNT Valt. Fred, and Ros. Re-enter RoSINBERG. Ros. I have repented me, I will not go; They will be too long absent.-(Pauses, and looks at Basil, who remains still musing without seeing him.) What mighty thoughts engage my pensive friend? Bas. O it is admirable! Ros. How runs thy fancy? what is admirable? Bas. Her form, her face, her motion, every thing! Ros. The princess? yes, have we not praised her much? Bas. I know you praised her, and her offerings too! Valt. Fame praised her much, but hath not She might have given the treasures of the east, praised her more Than on a better proof the eye consents to. With all that grace and nobleness of mien, She might do honour to an emperor's throne; She is too noble for a petty court. [assent.) Is it not so, my lord To Basil, who only bows Fred. Nay, it is treason but to call her woman; Ere I had known it. O! didst thou mark her when she first appear'd? O how they smiled! 'twas like the beams of heaven! I felt my roused soul within me start, Ros. The beams of heaven do many slumberers To care and misery! Bas. There's something grave and solemn in your voice Bas. (in a quick voice.) Mark'd you her hand? As you pronounce these words. What dost thou I did not see her hand. And yet she waved it twice. mean? Thou wouldst not sound my knell ? Ros. No, not for all beneath the vaulted sky! But to be plain, thus warmly from your lips, Her praise displeases me. To men like you, If love should come, he proves no easy guest. Bas. What, dost thou think I am beside myself, And cannot view the fairness of perfection With that delight which lovely beauty gives, Without tormenting me with fruitless wishes, Like the poor child who sees its brighten'd face, And whimpers for the moon? Thou art not serious. From early youth, war has my mistress been, And though a rugged one, I'll constant prove, And not forsake her now. There may be joys Which, to the strange o'erwhelming of the soul, Visit the lover's breast beyond all others; E'en now, how dearly do I feel there may ! But what of them? they are not made for meThe hasty flashes of contending steel Must serve instead of glances from my love, And for soft breathing sighs the cannon's roar. Ros. (taking his hand.) Now I am satisfied. Forgive me, Basil. Ras. I'm glad thou art; we'll talk of her no more ; Why should I vex my friend? Ros. Thou hast not issued orders for the march. Bas. I'll do it soon; thou need'st not be afraid, To morrow's sun shall bear us far from hence, Never perhaps to pass these gates again. For me there is but one of all the sex, Bas. Happy art thou! who is this wondrou woman? Ros. It is mine own good mother, faith and truth! -Bas. (smiling.) Give ne thy hand; I love her dearly too. Rivals we are not, though our love is one. Ros. And yet I might be jealous of her love, For she bestows too much of it on thee, Who hast no claim but to a nephew's share. Bas. (going.) I'll meet thee some time hence. I must to court. Ros. A private conference will not stay thee long I'll wait thy coming near the palace gate. Bas. "Tis to the public court I mean to go. Ros. I thought you had determined otherwise. Bas. Yes, but on farther thought it did appear As though it would be failing in respect At such a time-That look doth wrong me, Rosin berg! For on my life, I had determined thus, Ros. With last night's close, did you not curse Ere I beheld-before we enter'd Mantua. Bas. The sight of what may be but little prized, Which first thou gavest me--I shall ne'er forget it. Doth cause a solemn sadness in the mind, When view'd as that we ne'er shall sec again. Ros. No, not a whit to wandering men like us. No, not a whit! What custom hath endear'd We part with sadly, though we prize it not: But what is new some powerful charm must own, Thus to affect the mind. 'Twas at Vienna, on a public day; Thou but a youth, I then a man full form'd; thou! "Now pray thee be not caught with some gay dame. Bas. (hastily.) We'll let it pass-It hath no To laugh and ogle, and befool thyself: consequence : Thou art impatient. Ros. I'm not impatient. 'Faith, I only wish Some other route our destined march had been, That still thou mightst thy glorious course pursue With an untroubled mind. Bas. O wish it, wish it not! bless'd be that route ! What we have seen to-day, I must remember- Ros. What! midst the dangers of eventful war, Note. My first idea, when I wrote this play, was to represent Basil as having seen Victoria for the first time in the procession, that I might show more perfectly the passion from its first beginning, and also its sudden power over the mind; but I was induced from the criticism of one, whose judgment I very much respect, to alter it, and represent him as having formerly seen and loved her. The first review that took notice of this work objected to Basil's having seen her before as a defect; and, as we are all easily determined to follow our own opinion, I have |