TWICE KILLED A FARCE IN ONE ACT BY JOHN OXENFORD AUTHOR OF Five Pounds Reward; Only a Half-penny; Reigning Favourite; Dice of Death, &c. &c. THOMAS HAILES LACY, 89, STRAND, (_Opposite Southampton Street, Covent Garden Market_,) LONDON. TWICE KILLED. _First performed at the Royal Olympic Theatre, November_ 26_th_, 1835. CHARACTERS. Mr. Euclid Facile Mr. KEELEY. Mr. Ralph Reckless Mr. J. VINING. Tom, (_his servant_) Mr. SALTER. Mr. Holdfast Mr. W. VINING. Mr. Fergus Fable Mr. COLLIER. Robert Mr. BRAYNE. Mrs. Facile Miss PAGET. Miss Julia Flighty Miss MALCOLM. Fanny Pepper Mrs. ORGER. COSTUMES. FACILE.--Brown dress coat, black pantaloons, white waistcoat. RECKLESS.--Green Newmarket cut coat, light waistcoat, fashionable trousers. FABLE.--Black suit. MR. HOLDFAST.--Brown coat, dark trousers, and shoes. TOM.--Grey livery coat, white knee breeches, top boots. ROBERT.--Green livery coat, white knee breeches, ditto gaiters. MRS. FACILE.--Black dress, ditto net apron, embroidered with flowers. MISS FLIGHTY.--Plain white book muslin dress, white satin slip. FANNY PEPPER.--Red dress, brown holland apron embroidered with green, cuffs to match, red ribbon in cap. Time of representation, 45 minutes. TWICE KILLED. SCENE I.--_A view by a river side; on the opposite bank are seen the backs of houses--immersed in water, as at Blackwall, &c._ _Enter TOM, with a large hamper, L. H._ TOM. Come, this will do; though its utility exceeds its beauty; a confoundedly ugly basket, though destined to hold most rare contents: several sugar loaves, a canister of tea--black and green, almonds and raisins in abundance, coffee, rice, and spices, bars of soap, starch and powder, blue enough to stock a small shop. Dear Fanny! if her heart is not won by such a store of valuables, it is indeed hard. _Enter RECKLESS, L. H._ RECK. Ha, ha, ha, I've found her--What you here? TOM. Yes, sir. RECK. I have found her, I'll tell you; congratulate your fortunate master, most faithful Thomas. TOM. Have you indeed found Miss Julia, and how? RECK. Simply saw her at a house window. TOM. But you cannot get into that house. RECK. No; but I have got my mark, the means of hitting that mark are still in fortune's hands. TOM. And in worse hands they could not be; sir, do give up this scheme. You fall in love with a young lady at a boarding school, correspond with her under a feigned name-- RECK. Yes, you know that arose from the fear of my cousin, old Guineamore, hearing of these matters. I dared not trust my own lady love. You are aware I have immense expectations from him, and that he hates anything like adventures.