I bear a secret comfort here, [_putting his hand on the bundle, but without showing it._ A joy I'll ne'er impart; It is not wine, it is not beer, But it consoles my heart. _Fem. Min._ [_interrupting him._] I'll be hang'd if you don't mean the bottle of cherry-brandy that you stole out of the vaults in the Abbey cellar. _Trou._ I mean!--Peace, wench, thou disturbest the current of my feelings. [_Fem. Min. attempts to lay hold of the bottle. Troubadour pushes her aside, and continues singing without interruption._ This cherry-bounce, this lov'd noyau, My drink for ever be; But, sweet my love, thy wish forego, I'll give no drop to thee! (_Both together_.) _Trou._ {This} cherry-bounce {This} lov'd noyau, _F. M._ {That} {that} _Trou._ {My } drink for ever be; _F. M._ {Thy } _Trou._ } But, sweet my love, {thy wish forego! _F. M._ } {one drop bestow, _Trou._ {I } keep it all for {me! _F. M._ {Nor} {thee! [_Exeunt struggling for the bottle, but without anger or animosity, the Fem. Min. appearing, by degrees, to obtain a superiority in the contest._ Act the Third contains the _eclaircissements_ and final arrangement between Casimere, Matilda, and Cecilia: which so nearly resemble the concluding act of "Stella," that we forbear to lay it before our readers. * * * * * ACT IV. SCENE--_The Inn door--Diligence drawn up._ CASIMERE _appears superintending the package of his portmanteaus, and giving directions to the Porters._ _Enter_ BEEFINGTON _and_ PUDDINGFIELD. _Pudd._ Well, Coachey, have you got two inside places? _Coach._ Yes, your honour. _Pudd._ [_seems to be struck with_ CASIMERE'S _appearance. He surveys him earnestly, without paying any attention to the coachman, then doubtingly pronounces_] Casimere! _Cas._ [_turning round rapidly, recognises_ PUDDINGFIELD, _and embraces him_.] My Puddingfield! _Pudd._ My Casimere! _Cas._ What, Beefington too! [_discovering him_.] Then is my joy complete. _Beef._ Our fellow-traveller, as it seems. _Cas._ Yes, Beefington--but wherefore to Hamburgh? _Beef._ Oh, Casimere[211]--to fly--to fly--to return--England--our country--Magna Charta--it is liberated--a new era--House of Commons--Crown and Anchor--Opposition---- _Cas._ What a contrast! you are flying to liberty and your home--I, driven from my home by tyranny--am exposed to domestic slavery in a foreign country. _Beef._ How domestic slavery? _Cas._ Too true--two wives [_slowly, and with a dejected air--then after a pause_]--you knew my Cecilia? _Pudd._ Yes, five years ago.