NOBODY'S CHILD. A Romantic Drama, IN THREE ACT S. BY WATTS PHILLIPS, Esq., AUTHOR OF THE DEAD HEART; THEODORA, ACTRESS AND EMPRESS; CAMILLA'S LONDON, WOMAN IN MAUVE, PAUL'S RETURN, HUGUENOT CAPTAIN, THOMAS HAILES LACY First Performed at the New Surrey Theatre, on Saturday, September 14, 1867, (under the manage ment of Messrs. Shepherd and Creswick) a powerfully-constructed Romantic Drama, in Three Acts, entitled NOBODY'S CHILD. The whole of the Extensive and Beautiful Scenery by Mr. WILLIAM CALCOTT, Mr. ALBERT CALCOTT, and numerous Assistants; the Music composed and arranged by Mr. J. A. CO1.1 INS; the stupendous Machinery by Mr. T. LOWE, Jun. ; the Dresses by Mr. COOMBES; the Appointments by Mr. LLOYD; the Scientific Illusions by Mr. COX; the Gas Arrangements by Mr. JNO. HINKLEY. The Drama written by WATTS PHILLIPS, Esq. Arranged & Produced by Mr. SHEPHERD. (of Tregarvon Castle) MR. C. BUTLER. (his presumed Friend, attached to the Turf) MR. E. F. EDGAR. (a young Cornish Squire) (NOBODY'S CHILD) MR. ELLERTON. MR. CRESWICK. PETER GRICE (Landlord of the Tregarvon Arms, and Postmaster of the Village) MR. VOLLAIRE. JACK ADAMS (the Admiral's Coxswain) MR. W. HOLSTON. HON. ALFRED PENARTH, MR. ALLBROOK ( Members of the SIR WILLIAM MORVAL, MR. NEWMAN. LIMPING DICK DAN HURLEY (Whipper-in and Huntsman) (a Cornish Miner and Wrestler) MR. EDWARD TERRY. (a Fisherman) JIM BODMIN TOM PADSTON OLD JOHN PORNIC MR. C. LLOYDS. LEATHER FLAP (Lazonby's Valet) MR. HASTINGS. JOB HOLDFAST, MR. WILLIAMS. FISHERMEN, PASSENGERS, VILLAGERS, POLICEMEN, ETC., ETC. (Guard of the Falmouth Coach) (the Coachman) ACT 2.-THE FAIRY'S WELL and TRYSTING PLACE. This Drama is the property of Messrs. Shepherd and Creswick and T. H. Lacy jointly; permission to perform it can be obtained of Mr. Shepherd or Mr. Lacy. NOBODY'S CHILD. ACT I. SCENE.-The Village of St. Arven in Cornwall. To R., down stage, the "Tregarvon Arms," a small country inn, and also the post-office. Stabling and outbuildings, some benches, and wooden tables in front. At back a wild landscape, wood and rocks-a winding, irregular path goes up, and is lost among the latter-in dim distance, L., Tregarvon Castle is seen-an ancient and craig-perched pile of buildings -L., a dairy, &c., &c.-churns, agricultural implements, &c. The scene wild and very picturesque, but the detail of foreground to be as realistic as possible. Two SAILORS discovered at table, R., they knock on table for drinkPOTBOY comes out of inn, R., to serve them. VILLAGE LASS comes from dairy L. 2 E., with pitcher of milk and passes off, R. 1 E.-PAGE comes on from L. 3 E., with letters, puts them in post-office, R., and passes off, R. 1 E.-MILKMAN enters from dairy with milk-cans and yoke, Boy enters with jug from R. 3 E., he is served, business, MILKMAN exits R. 3 E., BOY exits L. 3 E., then sneaks into dairyDAIRYMAID enters from dairy with basket of eggs and butter and exit R. 3 E.-JOHN PORNIC enters L. 3 E., goes to post-office, receives letter, shows joy and exits R. 1 E.PEDLAR enters with wares, L. 3 E., followed by male and female PEASANTS-VILLAGER and his sweetheart from R. 1 E. shows and sells his wares, business and exeunt-SAILORS exeunt when PEDLAR comes on. All off before Lucy enters. Enter MISS LUCY TREGARVON at back, R. 3 E., wearing riding habit. As she comes down stage PATTY LAVROCK heard singing off stage, L. 3 E. LUCY. (R.) Here comes Patty with a song on her lips as usual. Enter PATTY, L. U. E., singing, she carries milk pails, and does not at first see MISS TREGARVON. PATTY. (L.) Joe! (calling) Joe! come and help me to carry the milk into the dairy. Where is he? (about to cross stage, she sees MISS TREGARVON) What, Miss Lucy! (putting down milk pails and clapping her hands) I'm so glad to see you. LUCY. Joe has just taken my horse round to the forge. My brother and Mr. Penryn will join me here. Why, Patty how pretty you look! what wouldn't a London lady give for such a colour? PATTY. (laughing and rubbing cheek) And it's a good wearing colour, too-but it's all very well for you, Miss Lucy, to praise me. When folks are as rich in beauty as yourself they can afford to be generous. I'm prouder of being Miss Lucy Tregarvon's foster sister than of any compliments that are paid me. Lucy. (taking her hands) And I'm proud of having such a friend as Patty Lavrock. PATTY. Friend! oh! pray don't talk like that, Miss Lucy-friend, indeed! what would Sir Robert say if he knew I'd made so free? LUCY. What Sir Robert has said before, and very often that I was fortunate in having so charming a cradle companion. (change of manner) My poor brother! this is the last run we shall have with the Tregarvon hounds. The mortgagees sell up the dear old castle to-morrow. It's a ruined family the Tregarvon's, Patty. PATTY. But if your uncle, the admiral, should die ? LUCY. That's not at all probable-he is such a hale and hearty man-and if he did, there's no knowing to whom he would leave his money. He quarrelled with my brother because he would not make the sea his profession, and since that time has led an eccentric, wandering life in his yacht, with only an old coxswain for friend and boon companion. There's no help for it. The assignment takes place to-morrow, and Tregarvon Castle passes, for the first time since it was built, into the hands of strangers. Sir Robert goes abroad to retrench, and I - Guess, Patty ? PATTY. I dare not. "Twill break my heart if you also quit the neighbourhood of St. Arven. LUCY. This morning I accepted an offer of marriage from Mr. George Penryn. |