Lep. I must go; my wife is sitting up for me; besides, she'll read me a curtain-lecture, if I don't.

Sim. Vell, and that's natʼral, if you neglects her.
Lep. Hum! You've no wife at home?

Por. No, thank heaven! mine died last week: rest her soul!

Dra. So did mine.

Sim. And mine.

Por. Well, then, let's have another pot of good brown

stout to keep our spirits up. Come, here's old England

and liberty!

[Drinks.

Dra. (R. C.) Old England and liberty!
Sim. (L. c.) Old England and liberty!

[Drinks.

[Drinks.

Lep. (c.) Old England! you'll excuse the liberty;

my wife's not dead, you know.

Por. (L.) Leporello, you have often, my prince of fellows, promised to tell us all about your master, Don Giovanni: give us his character.

Lep. Have I? Well, then, as I'm in a merry humour, I'll be as good as my word for once.

I'll give him a

character, though he refused to give me one.

SONG.-Leporello, R.

AIR-" Heigho! says Rowley."

There liv'd in Spain, as stories tell, oh!
One Don Giovanni,

Among the girls a deuce of a fellow;
And he had a servant they call'd Leporello,
With his primo, buffo, canto, basso:
Heigho! said Don Giovanni.

He serenaded Donna Anna,

Did Don Giovanni;

He swore she was more sweet than manna;
Then into her window he stole to trepan her,
With his wheedle, tweedle, lango, dillo;
Oh! wicked Don Giovanni.

The commandant, her guardian true,
Caught Don Giovanni;

Says he, "You're a blackguard-run, sir, do;"
"I will," says Giovey, and run him through,
With his carte-o, tierce-o, thrust-o, pierce-o;
When away ran Don Giovanni.

A wedding he met, and the bride 'gan to woo:
Fie! Don Giovanni!

"I am running away, will you run away, too?" Said he.-"Yes," says she, "I don't care if I do, With my helter, skelter, questo, presto;"

What a devil was Don Giovanni!

To a church-yard he came, being once at a loss;
Lost Don Giovanni!

Where the commandant's statue sat on a stone horse,
Like King Charles's statue that's at Charing Cross,
With his saddle, bridle, falchion, truncheon.
"Will you give me a call?" said Giovanni.

To call on Giovanni, the statue wasn't slow:
Bold Don Giovanni!

"Will you sup, Mr. Statue?" said he:-it cry'd, "No; For you must sup with me in the regions below,

Off my brimstone, sulphur, coke-oh, and smoke-oh!" "I'll be d-d if I do!" cry'd Giovanni.

Yet he was condemned, in spite of all he could say; for there is no denyiny the devil when he claims his due. Gio. [Comes forward, L.] Say you so, ungrateful rascal !

[Drainemdry, &c. retreat, R. alarmed, holding by each other's coat.

Dra. Giovanni! talk of the devil you see

Lep. Eh! what! it cannot be, you are not my master! Gio. You are drunk, rogue.

Lep. Oh! no, sir; don't say so, you hurt my tender feelings.

Gio. Then, sir, acknowledge me this instant.

Lep. [Aside.] To be sure it is he! no place can hold him, that's clear; but I'll not know him, or I shall pay dearly for it. [Advancing to Giovanni.] Acknowledge you, sir! I know you not; never saw you, sir.—

Gio. Not know me, rascal? [Caning him.] Do you know me now?

Lep. Oh yes, sir; these are striking proofs. Get him away; [To Drain. Porous, and Simp.] he intends some mischief, dear friends, to a certainty. [To Giovanni.] But can you really be my worthy master?

Gio. I am; acknowledge it.

Lep. Why, sir, he went to-yes, sir-legions of fiends took him post-haste to the infernal regions, with fifty little devils for outriders and postillions.

Gio. Well, what of that, scoundrel? And I'm come post from the infernal regions back again.

Dra. Come from the infernal regions!

Oh! it's very

clear he's an impostor; but we'll soon expose him. Here, neighbours! watch!

[Calling. Gio. (R. C.) Stay, sir. [To Druin.] You had a wife? Dra. Yes, sir, I had; but, (rest her!) she's departed this life, sir.

Gio. Is she?

TRIO.-Drainemdry, Porous, and

AIR-From "Midas."

Oh! what pleasure does abound

Now my wife is under ground!

[Goes to L. S. E.

Simpkins.

Green turfs cover her, I'll dance over her.

Tol, lol, lol.

[They dance round while singing.

Gio. I am sorry, messieurs, to disturb your mirth; but know, your darlings are not in the world below; as witnesses that I was really there, I've brought them with me here; and there they are, gentlemen.

[Points to, and turns up stage, when the wives rush forward; each seizes her respective husband by the hair. SESTETTO.-Messrs. and Mesdames Drainemdry, Porous, and Simpkins.

AIR" Deadly Lively."

Mesd. Dra. Por. and Sim., L.

You cruel perjured villains!

Mes. Dra. Por. and Sim., R.

Oh, zounds, let go our hair!

Mesd. Dra. Por. and Sim.

Disown your lawful wives, now, you scoundrels, if you

dare!

Mes. Dra. Por, and Sim.

Our wives! a pretty joke-it is some hoax, that's clear, Their bodies in the church-yard lie

Mesd. Dra. Por, and Sim.

All.

Yes, but our souls are here.

Tol, lol, lol, de rol, &c.

[The Men dolefully, the Women with great glee. Dra. Brought back our wives! he must be the devil himself, then. [Calling.] Neighbours, neighbours! Watch! watch!

Enter Neighbours, R.

CHORUS OF NEIGHBOURS.

AIR" Oh! dear, what can the Matter be." Here, here, what can the matter be? Dear, dear, what can the matter be? Oh dear, what can the matter be? What's all this hubbub, we pray? TRIO.-Messrs. Drainemdry, Porous, and Simpkins.

SAME AIR.

This fellow has come from the regions infernal,
And brought back our wives who were dead as a door-
nail :

Disturbing our quiet with click-clack eternal;
To the round-house pray bear him away!

Chorus of Neighboars.

SAME AIR.

Eh! what! brought back your wives to you!
Why not, may'nt he bring ours back too?
We'll not have with him aught to do;
Let those meddle with him that may.

[Exeunt Neighbours, hastily, L. Mrs. D. [To Mr. D. &c.] Now, sirs, I hope you'll own we are your wives; the rulers of the roast, yourselves, and houses; you all acknowledge us to be your better halves.

Dra. Oh! yes, ducky-[Embrace.] needs must when the devil drives.

[Aside. Gio. [To Leporello, who implores pardon.] I pardon you, sir; and as a proof of it, take you into my service

once more.

Mrs. D. To drink our hero's health, we'll tap a barrel, and have a jig and stave-hang fighting and quarrelling. GLEE.-Omnes.

AIR" Away with Melancholy."

Away with fight and quarrel,

Black eyes, crack'd heads that bring;

Let us attack the barrel,

And jollily, jollily sing.-Tol, lol.

Let's drink like hearty fellows,

Our country and our king;

Burn old King Rose's bellows,

And jollily dance and sing.-Tol, lol.

[Exeunt.-The ladies marching Giovanni off in triumph.

SCENE IV.-St. Giles's, by gas-light.-Watchman crosses stage, crying "Past ten o'clock and a cloudy morning."

Enter MRS. LEPORELLO, with infant, from a house.

Mrs. L. Past ten! In vain the sleepy watchman snores the hour-no-Leporello comes not to ease my pain! immured in beer, the sot is getting drunk. Oh, false Giovanni, to desert me thus, and leave none but Leporello as the husband of your Anna, and the father of your baby.

SONG.-Mrs. Leporello.

AIR" O rest thee, Babe."

Oh! hush thee, my darling, the hour will soon come, When thy sire from the ale-house, half drunk, will reel

home.

Oh! rest thee, babe, rest thee, babe, sleep while you

may,

For, when he comes, there'll be the devil to pay.

[Goes into the house in flat, R.

Enter GIOVANNI and LEPORELLO.

Gio. Now that you're sober, tell me, Leporello, when last I disappeared, what became of all my wives and ladies? did they die in despair?

Lep. Why, when you went, sir, to-I beg pardonWell, sir; when you went-down stairs, their pretty eyes, of course, were filled with tears: and so I brought them all to England with me.

Gio. To England! Ah! then perhaps the charming bride I snatched from her husband's arms and made mine, the very moment he had the right to call her his, is in England! Tell me, where is my love?

Lep. Where is your Love? Why, your love is-but stop whenever you mention love, poetry always comes into my head, because rhyme is of more use than reason; so allow me to tell you poor Fanny's fate.

TRIO.-Leporello, Giovanni, and Squalling Fanny.
AIR-" Young Love."

Lep. Your love she lives in yon humble shed,
Where turnips selling,

And "greens, oh!" yelling,
She gets a daily bit of bread,