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Mr. Kean.

Mr. C. Pitt. Titus

D). Fisher.

Marsh. Sextus Tarquin

H. Kemble.

Gallagher. Aruns.

" Penley.

T. Johnstone. Claudius.

" Coveney:

J. Dupn. Collatinus

“ Bengough.

Henkins. Valerius

Holland.

Ellsler. Lucretius,

Powell.

Mears. Horatius

Yarnold.

Worrell. Celius..

Carr.

Henry Flavius Corunna.

« Phillips.

Bradford. Centurion

“ Thompson. First Plebeian..

Marshall

W. Wood. Second Plebeian..

Ebsworth.

H. Davis. Third Plebeian

Smith.

Colladine. Fourth Plebeian

Buxton.

" Antony Fifth Plebeian..

Clark. Tullia

Mrs. Glover.

Miss Wood. Tarquinia.

W. West. Mrs. Russell. Lucretia

Robinson Miss J. Hill. Lavinia..

Miss Ivers.

Morgan. Priestess.

Mrs. Brereton.

Davis.

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COSTUMES.
LUCIUS JUNIUS.-Moreen-coloured shirt, black velvet belt, flesh dress complete,

and black sandals. Second dress : Crimson shirt, Roman cuirass, and lambara.
kins of silver leather, helmet, and red sandals. Third dress: Cream-coloured

toga, white shirt, and black sandals. TITUS.-White shirt, scarlet mantle trimmed with black velvet, flesh dress com

plete, black sandals, and white ribbon for the head. SEXTUS TARQUIN.--Roman cairass and lambarakins' of gold, helmet, while

shirt, red sandals, flesh dress complete, and scarlet mantle. ARUNS. --Buff and silver Roman cuirass, white shirt, red sandals, scarlet mantle,

and flesh dress complete. CLAUDIUS.-Blue and silver Roman cuirass, white shirt, flesh dress complete, red

sandals, and scarlet mantle. COLLATINUS.-Roman scarlet and buff cuirass and lambarakins, red sandals,

BRUTUS

ACT I.

SCENE I.-A Street in Rome.

Enter VALERIUS and LUCRETIUS, R.
Val. Words are too feeble to express the horror
With which my soul revolts against this Tarquin.
By poison he obtained his brother's wife,
Then, by a baser murder, grasped the crown!
These eyes beheld that agéd monarch, thrown
Down from the senate-house_his feeble limbs
Bruised by the pavement-his time-honoured locks,
Which from the very robber would have gained
Respect and veneration-bathed in blood!
With difficulty raised, and tottering homeward,
The murderers followed-struck him—and he died !
Luc. Inexpiable crime !

Val. High in her regal chariot, Tullia came-
The corpse lay in the street. The charioteer
Turned back the reins in horror. •On, slave, on !
• Shall dead men stop my passage to a throne ?'
Exclaimed the parricide. The gore was dashed
From the hot wheels up to her diadem!

Luc. And Heaven's avenging lightnings were withheld
Here rules this Tullia, while the king, her husband,
Wastes our best blood in giddy, guilty war!
Spirit of Marcus Junius !—Would the gods
Deign to diffuse thy daring through the land,
Rome from her trance with giant spirit would start,
Dash off her fetters, and amaze the world!

Val. Junius, didst say? Oh! tyranny long since
Had sunk-chained-buried in its native hell
But Tarquin, trembling at his virtues, murdered
Him and his elder son. The younger, Lucius,

Then on his travels, 'scaped the tyrant's sword,
But lost his reason at their fearful fall.
Luc. Ay, the same Lucius, who now dwells with Tar

quin,
The jest, the fool, the langhing-stock o' th' court,
Whom the young princes always carry with 'em
To be the butt of their unfeeling mirth.
Val. Hold! I hear steps. Great things may yet be

done, If we are men, and faithful to our country. [Exeunt, L.

Scene II.-- The Camp before Ardea. Enter CLAUDIUS and Aruns, laughing, L. S. E. Aruns. There is no doctor for the spleen like Lucius. What precious scenes of folly did he act When, lately, through the glorious scenes of Greece, He went with us to Delphi ! But, behold, Where, full of business, his wise worship comes.

Enter Lucius JUNIUS, L. Claud. Whither so fast, good Junius, tell us whither? Luc. To Rome, to Rome—the queen demands my prer

sence.

The state needs aid, and I am called to court. [They laugh.
Am I a fool ? If so, you cannot say
I'm the first fool graced by a monarch’s favour.

Aruns. Why, Junius, travel has improved thy wit :
Thou speakest shrewdly.

Luc. Do I so, my lord ? I'm always glad when you and I agree; You have just such a wit as I should choose. Would I could purchase such ! though it might split My head, as confined air does-water bubbles ! Claud. How say you? Purchase? Prithee, what

would'st give ? Luc. What would I give ?-ten acres of my

land. Aruns. Thy land! Where lies it?

Luc. Ask the king, my cousin :
He knows full well. I thank him, he's my steward,
And takes the trouble off

my

hands. Claud. Who told thee so ? Luc. The king himself. Now twenty years are past,

Or more,- since he sent for me from my farm. • Kinsman,' said he, with a kind, gracious smile, • For the black crime of treason which was charged • Against thy father and thy elder brother, • Their lives have paid : for thee, as I love mercy, Live and be happy : simple is thy mind'Aruns. True, kinsman, truemi'faith, 'tis wondrous sim

ple. Luc. And that simplicity will be a pledge • That thou wilt never plot against thy sovereign.'

Claud. Indeed, for that I'll be your bondsman, Junius Luc. Live in my house, companion of my children. • As for thy land, to ease thee of all care, • I'll take it for thy use; all that I ask • Of thee, is gratitude.'

Aruns. And art thou not
Grateful for goodness so unmerited?

Luc. Am I not? Never, by the holy gods,
Will I forget it! ”Tis my constant pray'r
To Heaven, that I may one day have the pow'r
To
pay

the debt I owe him. But stay-stay1 brought a message to you from the king. Aruns. Thank the gods, then, for thy good memory.

fool ! Luc. The King, your father, sends for you to council, Where he debates how best to conquer Ardea. Shall I before, and tell him ye are coming ?

Claud. Ay, or behind, or with us, or stay here As thy wits prompt—as suits thy lofty pleasure.

Eceunt Aruns and Claudius, laughing, R. Luc. (Alone.) Yet, 'tis not that which ruffles me-the

gibes
And scornful mockeries of ill-governed youth-
Or flouts of dastard sycophants and jesters-
Reptiles, who lay their bellies on the dust
Before the frown of majesty !-All this
I but expect, nor grudge to bear; the face
I carry, courts it! Son of Marcus Junius!
When will the tedious gods permit thy soul
To walk abroad in her own majesty,
And throw this vizor of thy madness from thee,
To avenge my father's and my brother's murder?

(And sweet, I must confess, would be the draught!)
Had this been all, a thousand opportunities
I've had to strike the blow--and my own life
I had not valued as a rush.—But still
There's something nobler to be done!-My soul,
Enjoy the strong conception ! Oh! 'tis glorious
To free a groaning country
To see Revenge
Spring like a lion from the den, and tear
These hunters of mankind! Grant but the time,
Grant but the moment, gods! If I am wanting,
May I drag out this idiot-feignéd life
To late old age, and may posterity
Ne'er hear of Junius but as Tarquin's fool ! (Exit, L.
SCENE III.-— Rome.- A State Apartment in the Palace

of Tullia. Enter Tullia, preceded by GUARDS, BANNER BEARERS, LADIES, and followed by VALERIUS. She

appears perturbed, and speaks apart. Tul. ( Apart.] Why should the steady mind to shadowe

yield? And yet

this vision shakes my frame with horror!
I thought his spirit thundered in my ear,
• Remember when, with wild ambition's frenzy,
* And all Rome's empire in your view, you drove

Your chariot-wheels o'er your dead father's body,
• Up to the shouting Forum!' Why, my soul,
Dost thou not shun the remembrance of that hour ?
'Twas but the cause- -the cause -For this base clay,
How differs it from the dull earth we tread on,
When the life's gone ?-But, next, the Sib;l came,
Whose mystic book at such a price we bought,
And cried, “The race of Tarquin shall be kings
• Till a fool drive them hence, and set Rome free!
Strange prophecy !—What fool ?—It cannot be
That poor dolt, the companion of my sons !-
Hark thee, Valerius-Know'st thou that same fool
Now in the

?
Val. I know him well.—A man
Who, when he had a name, was Lucius Junius:--