(Hurried music—girls stop expectant,
Cara. front
R., Sassy.
back L.—great noise—enter
King, with bloody nose, over wall—runs
across.)
King.—
The foe! the foe! the foe!
(Exit quickly, C.
door—enter Capt. in same way.)
Capt.—
Oh! what a dreadful blow!
(Exit same way—enter 2d
Suitor in same way.)
2d S.—
Ah! bitter, bitter woe! (Drops tin drum.)
(Exit C.
door—enter 3d S.)
3d S.—
Tremendous overthrow!
(Exit C.
door—enter 4th S.)
4th S.—
We are pursued—I know!
(Exit C.
door—enter 5th S.)
5th S.—
He’s right out there, below!
(Exit C.
door—enter 6th S.)
6th S.—
That old gun wouldn’t go!
(Throws down gun, and exit
C. door.)
Sassy.—
I know that I can go.
(Drawbridge raised from inside—pause—then
noise, and Eben. jumps over wall,
rushes to C., picks up gun,
turns to castle and speaks furiously.)
Eben.—
Hi yar! hoo raw! Where are those bloody wretches?
I very nearly had them in my clutches.
Come out, you rascals! show your ugly faces,
And I will pound you black and blue, like blazes.
Come out! Come out! You, Nougat 1st—you coward!
You’re quicker far at running back, than forward.
Come out, I say! Send out that valiant army.
Ho! send it out, I say!—it won’t alarm me.
Why don’t it come? Perhaps it doesn’t care to.
Ha! ha!—You dirty cowards, you don’t dare to.
Come out, you crows!—you black and ugly jack-daws!
You can’t escape—that castle has no back doors.
I know it well—I’ve been about here often.
Come out! Perhaps your arguments can soften
My righteous anger. Ha! why don’t you try it?
My anger’s cheap—it’s possible to buy it.
Yes! I’ll relent if bags of gold are showered.
(Aside.) He hasn’t any gold. (Aloud.) Come out, you coward!
You won’t come out? I’ll drag you out and pound you
Like that! and that! and that! and that! etc.
(Pounds on tin drum ad lib. with gun—knocks it
about until in front of Cara.—sees her, and stops suddenly.)
(Eben. and
Cara. looking at each other.)
Cara. (softly).—
My love!
Eben. (astonished).—
A spirit!!
Cara.—
Nay, my dear!
I’m not a spirit—there’s no spirit here.
I’m Caramella; still in love, and true
To all the vows I plighted.
(Springs at Cara.,
seizes her and begins to squeeze her in anger—likes it and changes
manner.)
I’ll have your blood, in spite of all appeals.
I’ll squeeze you into shreds!
(Aside.) How nice it feels.
(Business. Puts arm around
Cara.’s waist—both come down.)
You can’t be Caramella—she was plain;
And you are sweet:
(Aside.) I’m going to squeeze again.
(Embraces and kisses Cara.)
There! are you angry? Nay—you smile at this.
You seem to like it. Is it wrong to kiss?
But though ’gainst worldly fashion or its law,
I’ll brave the consequence, and kiss once more.
But where?—your lips? Your cheek is softer far.
Your hair?—Your eyes are softer than your hair.
What shall I kiss? You like it?—then command.
Cara. (looking at audience).—
They’re looking at us.
Eben.—
Then I’ll kiss your hand.
(Kneels and kisses
Cara.’s hand.)
And this is Caramella; is she changed,
Or have I been demented, mad, deranged?
I didn’t like her manner; it appeared
As if she thought I ought to be endeared
Immediately to her; which, of course,
I didn’t do.
Eben.—
Oh! I felt cross.
I don’t like to be ordered here and there;
I have too many troubles now to bear.
Cara.—
And have you troubles? Share them, dear, with me.
Eben.—
I’ve troubles, yes—particularly three;
I’d like to find out by what moral right
A lot of city swells come out to fight
And chase me ’round the country—that’s the first.
And then I have a most infernal thirst,
As if I’d eaten pepper, salt, or cinnamon,—
Eben.—
Yes, and when it’s once begun,
The pain is terrible—so sharp and tart,
With such a bad effect upon the heart—
A burning feeling—like a fiery flame.
But worst of all my troubles is my name.
Cara.—
Oh, I will share that!
Eben. (aside).—
Now—what can she mean,
How can she share that trouble—am I green?
(Aloud.) No!—I suppose I’ll always be stared at
As “Ebenezer Riley”—think of that!
It pains me—but the name is for a man.
You couldn’t share a man’s name.
Cara.—
Yes, I can!
Dear Ebenezer! (Sweetly.)
Eben. (starting).—
Ah!—say that again;
That sounds delightful!—that don’t give me pain;
That’s quite a pretty name!—Oh say it more,
It never sounded beautiful before.
Cara.—
Oh!—Ebenezer. (Sweetly.)
Eben.—
Lovely!!—why, it’s fine,
I wouldn’t know the name—it can’t be mine,
It’s much too good—a little while ago,
You said you’d share it—now I want to know
How that can be?
Cara. (coyly).—
By getting married!
Eben.—
How?
We marry?—well, I rather like it now;
Yes!—that’s a fine idea.
Cara.—
Ah!—now you’re good,
I’m very glad that you have understood;
I was afraid you wouldn’t—now let’s talk
Of our plans—and take a little walk;
We have a pretty garden over there,
It’s my especial property and care,
And as we walk—we will beguile the way
By saying pretty things—
Eben.—
Yes!—so I say;
I’ll whisper, first, those pretty things to thee,
Then you must answer pretty things to me.