Costume.

FLAMINIUS.-Toga, with red border.

OPIMIUS.-First dress-Toga, with bordered tunic, russet sandals. Second dress-Armour, black sandals. FANNIUS.

TUDITANUS. Bordered toga and sandals.

CAIUS GRACCHUS.-First dress-Stone-coloured toga, white tunic, and red sandals. Second dressScarlet toga.

DRUSUS.-Plain toga, and black sandals.

LICINIUS. First dress-Plain toga. Second dress -Breastplate and lambrokeins.

POMPONIUS.

VETTIUS.

First dress-Plain togas, with mourning. Second dress-Breast-plate, and lambrokeins.

TITUS.-Buff shalloon robe, white shirt, flesh legs, and black sandals.

PROBUS.-Drab serge shirt, flesh legs, and russet

sandals.

MARCUS.-Fawn-coloured vest, and drab robe.

SEXTUS.

Common drab serge shirts, and russet QUINTUS. sandals.

LICTOR.-White shirt, breastplate, and lambro

keins.

LUCIUS.-White shirt, and red robe.

CORNELIA.-Scarlet cloth dress and robe, gold tiara, fastened behind with white ribbons.

LICINIA.-White dress and robe, white ribbon tied round the head, and long ends hanging down behind.

LIVIA. White dress and robe, fully trimmed with neat Grecian border of red, and white ribbon round the head.

Cast of the Characters in the Tragedy of CAIUS GRACCHUS, at the Theatre

Royal, Drury Lane, 1824.

Priests, Lictors, Soldiers, Citizens, &c. &c.

SCENE, chiefly Rome.

The passages marked with inverted commas are omitted

in the representation.

ADVERTISEMENT.

THE Author of this tragedy has simply to remark, that there is not an Act-hardly a Scene of it, that is not indebted for improvement, to the talents and taste of his Friend, Mr. MACREADY; and that he cannot find terms adequate to convey his sense of the liberality with which he has been treated by Mr. ELLISTON.

CAIUS GRACCHUS.

ACT I.

SCENE L-A Street in Rome.-Six Citizens dis covered.

Enter MARCUS and TITUS, looking occasionally back, as if observing something passing behind them, R.

Marc. Who is that next him in mourning?
Tit. His nephew. The rest are common friends.
Poor Vettius! No one will plead for him.

Marc. Peace! they are coming on.

Enter VETTIUs, and his four friends, in mourning, followed by PROBUS, and twelve other Citizens, R.

l'et. Weep not, my friends, for me-for Rome-for Rome

Reserve your tears. Her pride is turned to shame,
Her wealth to poverty, her strength to weakness;
Her fair report into a blasted name

Which owns no grace of virtue. [Crosses to L.] "Who would thrive

In Rome, let him forget what honour is,

Truth, reverence for the gods, respect for man;

Let him have hands consort with deeds, whose names The doer whispers, while he cannot force

His eyes to go the way of his hands."-Ay, gaze!

Ye poor despis'd and outcast sons of Rome

That crouch to your own power by men more strong,
Only because more daring, wrench'd from you-
Ay, gaze! and see your lovers, one by one,

Cut off! and never curse, unless it be

Your own hands that you dare not stretch to save them. [Exit VETTIUS and Friends, L. the twelve Citizens

L. S. E.