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    Mary Anne . Run , run , under the trees . Why , L . has floated there already , as fast as her favorite sun-gleam . But she always seems to me to have dealings with the fairies . Mignionette . 'Tis only a shower . Mary Anne . Just a sprinkle from a beatified Brobdignnirian ' s bouquet , that ' s all . h l Old Ashford . Now , what had we better do ? Mignionette . Mary Anne , just hold your parasol a little more on one side or the other . Master . The trees give but little shelter , I fear . Poet . This is indeed a weeping ash . Old Ashford . What ' s to be done ? Mignionette . 4 We must be patient , ' as Ophelia says . Master . But meanwhile you will all take cold . Ashford , there seems little chance of its clearing up ; had we not better send the boy home with the boat , and make the best of our way to Bidford ? Old Ashford . Only , shall we get house-room and dry clothes when we get there ? You know there ' s an archery meeting to-morrow . Mary Anne . Delightful ! Mignionette . Is it Shakspeare * s Bidford ? Master . The same ; and only a short walk from hence . And I can answer for house-room , and a welcome , too . Old Ashford . If it can be arranged—Mary Anne . Quite well , and we had better get on as fast as we can , as we are only taking * cold while we stand here : what shall we do with L . ? she will be * carried away in the flood . ' Poet . Fear not for her . She is a spirit of air so gentle , that the sister elements must love , and could not work her harm . Mary Anne . Come , then—how the wet grass creaks ! L . What a beautiful veil for the landscape ! Mignionette . { Singing . ) * Hurry , hurry , hurry on . Master . I will hurry on before you to prepare our hostess for your reception . Old Ashford . And a change of dress for all of them . Mind , girls , that you do change your wet clothes directly you get in doors . Mary Anne . Wet close indeed to such a day .

    SCENE II . INN , BIDFORD . Morning—Breakfast . Mignionette . * Full many a glorious morning have I seen , ' but this outshines them all . Old Ashford . Remember yesterday , young lady . I should not at all wonder if to-day prove the same . { Pulling out his watch . ) Why , ' tis nearly eleven ; we ought to be at the ground . Mignionette . I am sorry the master' cannot go with us . Young Ashford . So am I ; but though we have lost 4 the master / we must not lose the muster .

    Mary Anne . Oh , no ; for that is one of the best parts of the pageant . The ground ia a high grassy level , backed by a lofty , protecting , green wall of noble trees . You look out upon a lovely valley , and from for and near you see the people hastening in all directions , on foot , on

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    Charade Drama . 125

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Feb. 2, 1835, page 125, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2642/page/45/