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1. PART I.

SCENE I.

Rosalie's Bower, with a distant View of her Castle and Domains; she is discovered seated in her Bower, attended by Knights, Fair Dames, Minstrels, Dancers, &c.
AIR—MINSTREL.

Enter Osric (the Lion) disguised as a Palmer, he approaches and bows to Rosalie.
DUET—MINSTREL, AND OSRIC, DISGUISED.
Min.
Now Palmer, grey Palmer, oh tell kind and free,
What news bring you home from the holy country;
And how goes the warfare by Galilee's strand,
And how fare our Nobles, the flow'r of the land?

Pal.
O, well goes the warfare by Galilee's wave,
For Gilead and Nablous, and Ramah we have!
And well fare our Nobles by mount Libanon,
For the Heathens have lost, and the Christians have won.

ROSALIE AND MINSTREL.
And Palmer, good Palmer, by Galilee's wave,
Oh! saw ye Count Albert, the gentle and brave?
When the Crescent went back, and the Red-cross rush'd on,
Oh! saw ye him foremost on mount Libanon?

Pal.
Oh! lady, fair lady, as green the tree grows,
Your hopes soar on high, while the stream clear it flows;
But the pure stream runs muddy, your gay hope is gone,
Count Albert is taken on mount Libanon!
(Throws off his disguise, and appears in a very splendid martial garb.)
But Osric, the lion, thy bold kinsman see!
Whose heart's wounded deadly, its balm lives with thee;
Who brings thee rich presents in foreign climes grown,
Who proffers his hand, and wou'd call thee his own,
Since Albert is Captive on mount Libanon.

Dancers, &c. attendants on Osric, trip forward with presents, and sing the following
CHORUS.
Nimbly trip we blythe and bland,
While the tale of love is told,
And Rosalie bestows her hand
On the lion-knight so bold!

Osric throws himself at the feet of Rosalie, who treats his love with disdain, calling round her her Minstrels, &c. they join in the following
RESOLVE—MINSTRELS AND LADIES.
Mark Rosalie's resolve!—
To the Sorceress whose magic can wonders dilate,
She hies to past doubt, learn her brave Lover's fate;
For be Albert living, or be Albert dead,
No other will Rosalie take in his stead.

Exeunt.
Osric, thunderstruck at her resolution, seems undetermined how to act, but closes a hasty minute of meditation, by resolving at all hazards to obtain her; starts, confusedly, on being met by Urilda and Carloman, who are lead on by Nero, his sable Domestic.
AIR—URILDA.
False, false-hearted Osric, behold by thy side,
Urilda, thy vows have agnised as thy Bride,
Base artifice did her delude:
To anguish a prey, lost, dishonour'd her fame,
Thy infant unbless'd with a Father's fond name,
At the altar shou'd Osric fair Rosalie claim,
This dagger would drink her heart's blood!

Osric endeavours, hypocritically, to sooth, while, aside, he issues his unfeeling commands to Nero to dispatch her.
OSRIC, URILDA, AND CARLOMAN.
Osric.
For awhile I must leave thee, Urilda, why sigh?
How I love thee these kisses must tell,
(Aside to Nero.)
When the midnight bell tolls, let it be their death bell,
The brat and his mother must die.
Farewell! my sweet babe, dear Urilda farewell!

Uril.
Farewell, gallant Osric,

Carlo.
Dear Father, farewell!

They embrace him, and exeunt on opposite sides.

SCENE II.

—Magic Cavern.
The Sorceress is discovered in the centre, her wand elevated, and her eyes fixed—Rosalie, timidly, approaches and prostrates herself.
AIR—SORCERESS.
(The Sorceress presents her a dagger, with which she draws three drops of blood, and plucks a slip of yew —the Sorceress forms a circle of flame.)
(Rosalie, tremblingly, occupies the circle.)

Waves her wand over a centre Ruin, from which a skeleton, bearing a Death's dart in his right hand, gradually rises, and inscribes on a part of the Rock,

Rosalie, convinced of her Lover's fate, begs the assistance of the Sorceress in forwarding his release, who embraces her, and, waving her wand, the Scene changes to

SCENE III.

An extensive Lake, supposed to lead to the Ocean, backed by a glowing Horizon, its borders on each side fancifully decorated with Weeping Willows, &c. at the same time the form and habit of the Sorceress changing to that of a beautiful Ærial Spirit.
A splendid barge, with canopied seats, appropriate rowers, &c. at the beach ready to receive her—a brilliant suit of armour and arms under the canopy— Rosalie's attendants, some bearing caskets of Jewels, and others store of Gold, enter.
AIR—SPIRIT.
Fly hence, Rosalie, to Count Albert with speed,
Yon armour and sword shall be sure at thy need:
I attend thee—take shipping for Palestine land,
And ransom Count Albert from Soldanrie's hand.

They ascend the barge with attendants, bearing gold, &c. Rosalie affectionately taking leave of the remainder.
CHORUS OF ATTENDANTS.
Farewell, lady dear—speed to Palestine's land,
And ransom Count Albert from Soldanrie's hand.

The Barge is rowed off, and her attendants exeunt.
Osric, followed by Mauleon, hastily rushes on, and, indignant at Rosalie's escape, dispatches him to hasten his galley, which is instantly rowed on, Bargemen singing.
CHORUS.
Yeo, yeo, yeo, bestir the splashing oar!
Bear bold Osric to the distant shore,
Fair Rosalie the object we pursue.

(He and Mauleon proceed on board, Urilda and Carloman enter, followed by Nero.)
Urilda.
Where, where's my Osric?

Carlo.
Where my father dear?

Osric.
Angel of death! my bane, alas! is near!— (aside

(Urilda and Carloman are lead on board by Nero.)
Adieu! my love adieu!

Urilda.
Oh, hurry not, Osric, a wretch to her grave!
Whose fault is so venial, a fault if it be;
For who cou'd have ears, and not hear thou art brave?
Or who have a heart, and not give it to thee?

Chorus.
Yeo, yeo, yeo, bestir the splashing oar!

Osric.
(to Nero.)
Weak-hearted wretch!—why draw the beings breath?
'Ere three boats length our Galley rows from shore:
(to Urilda)
Farewell, my love— (to Nero)
thy dagger dooms their death!

(As they row off, Nero, with uplifted dagger, is on the point of dispatching Urilda, Carloman supplicates)
Carlo.
Spare, spare my mother!—

Urilda.
Do not drive me wild!—

Osric.
They both must die.

Urilda.
Spare, spare—oh, spare my child!

(Nero pities and spares them—they cling in tender solicitude to Osric, who, irritated, dashes them over the galley's side into the Lake, and orders the Bargemen to ply their oars.)
Osric.
Rapid as the wind o'er ocean's bosom row,
To the bottom, to the bottom, unpitied down they go,
While merrily the mariner sings yeo, yeo, yeo.

They sustain themselves by branches of the Weeping Willow, till Nero darts to their assistance, and saves their lives—then, heart broken, leads them off.

SCENE IV.

—King Baldwin's Tent, Centinels, &c. discovered—Baldwin and Officers come forward.
Enter Ærial Spirit, introducing Rosalie and attendants, whom King Baldwin welcomes to his Camp —while learning their errand, a trumpet is sounded, and Killarney, Count Albert's 'Squire, is brought on wounded, salutes his Monarch, and thus addresses him:
RECITATIVE—KILLARNEY.
Oh! St. Patrick defend us, my own master's ta'en,
Myself too lay kilt all alive with the slain;
'Till the knights of the Sepulchre rais'd me from death,
And breathless I'll thank them as long as I've breath!

(Bowing to his Companions.)
SONG—KILLARNEY.

Exit.
Baldwin and suite retire, Rosalie urges the Ærial Spirit to prepare for their undertaking, bending to Heaven in supplication to crown them with success. Osric enters, throws himself at Rosalie's feet, and kisses her hand—she shudders, extricates herself, and flies him—enraged, he seizes her—she screams— the Ærial Spirit, King Baldwin, &c. enter.
RECITATIVE—SPIRIT.
Base Wretch, desist!—thy life to come improve,
And henceforth cherish this thy injured Love!

Waves her wand three times, and Urilda with Carloman, followed by Nero, enter—Spirit informs Baldwin of Osric's cruelty, who commands him to make instant expiation—become desperate, he attempts to stab Urilda, but is prevented by Nero, and seized by Killarney and Soldiers—Baldwin, &c. with disgust, retiring.
RECITATIVE—KILLARNEY.
Fie, fie! och! why would you your Knighthood thus neglect?
Heav'n's loveliest work! sweet woman! 'tis our duty to protect.

Osric breaks from their hold, and Mauleon, rushing on with Soldiers to his assistance, drives off Killarney and his Troops.
AIR—OSRIC.
For the love of fair Rosalie I left my native land;
For the love of fair Rosalie, I lead this gallant band;
But scorn'd by fair Rosalie, my love is turn'd to hate,
Death be her portion, though Hell be my fate!

Exeunt.

SCENE V.

—Splendid Eastern Pavillion.
Consisting of three triumphal arches, through which enter in grand procession the Soldan, Zulema, Zaphra, Safadina, Circassians, Mourad, Mufti, Saracen Band, Officers, Soldiers, Captives, Count Albert in chains, &c. &c. &c.
CHORUS OF SARACENS.
Let war cymbals clatter,
Bold trumpets loud reply,
O'er the Red-Cross the Crescent
Has gain'd, has gain'd the victory!
And he, whose bright Falchion
Spread death o'er the plain,
The flow'r of their nobles,
Count Albert is ta'en.
Then let, &c.

The procession over, all the characters arrange themselves, Zulema gazing with love-lorn looks on Albert, who, absorbed in sorrow for his fate, casts his eyes despondent on the earth—at the desire of Zulema, Zaphra, &c. approach, and thus address him.
TRIO—ZAPHRA AND ATTENDANTS.
(Zulema, with smiles, approaches him.)

Zulema leads a short measure, with which Albert appears delighted; at the close she curtsies; he seeming to solicit a continuation, she dances a Pas Seul, at the end of which, enraptured, he throws himself at her feet; she takes off his chains, and presents him to the Soldan.

The Soldan comes forward, and offers him his Daughter if he will quit the Christian cause, and bear arms in his defence—fascinated with her charms, he consents—she still appears coy—Zaphra approaches, and addresses him.

AIR—ZAPHRA.
Oh, Christian! brave Christian! her Love would'st thou be,
Three things must thou do 'ere she hearken to thee;
Our Garb, and our Worship, on thee shalt thou take,
And this thou must first do for Zulema's sake.

A rich Persian Caftan and splendid Turban are presented him by the Mufti, which they have scarce adorned him in, when a trumpet sounding, Rosalie and the Ærial Spirit, in Pilgrim's habits, followed by attendants bearing gold and jewels, one preceding the rest with a banner, on which is inscribed,

proceed hastily up the stage—a pause—Albert appears to tremble, and waver in his resolves—Rosalie astonished, timidly approaches him, and discovers herself —he starts abashed, sinks affectionately at her feet, and intreats her pity—she raises him—they embrace—the Soldan separates them, and the Mufti seizing his hand, links it in that of Zulema, who fondly presses it to her lips—Rosalie, heart-broken, supplicates attention, offers ransom, &c.—the Soldan, enraged, commands her to depart (triumphantly leading off the Count,) refusing her offers in the following

GRAND CHORUS.
Tho' unnumber'd her riches as sands of the Sea,
No wealth can give Albert to fair Rosalie:
For he has ta'en the green Caftan, the Turban put on,
For love of the Maiden of Mount Libanon.

Rosalie, faints into the arms of the Ærial Spirit, who, waving her wand, a Page enters, bearing a brilliant sword and shield, and Rosalie recovering, she throws of her Pilgrim's habit, and appears in superb silver armour.
AIR—SPIRIT.

Rosalie armed, gallantly sallies forth, followed by the Ærial Spirit.

SCENE VI.

—Mystical Steel Cavern.
Enter principal Mufti, followed by Albert.
AIR—MUFTI.
Albert, mark! in this Cavern, where burns evermore
The mystical flame which the Curdmans adore,
Alone, and in silence, thy watch must thou take,
And this thou shalt next do for Zulema's sake.

Albert bows in acquiescence, the Mufti retires— in deep thought he paces the stage, his eye fixed on the flame—thunder—he starts—and his ears are assailed by the following
MYSTIC CHORUS
without.
In witching spells while speeds the night,
Great Fire King! hear our pray'r;
We offer up a proselyte
To thy superior care.

Principal Mufti rushes on, but appears struck with wonder at the continued appearance of the Scene.
AIR—MUFTI.
Hast thou watched, speak Count Albert, and sight hast seen none,
Save yon flame burning bright on its altar of stone?
Sure some spell, than our charms and our witchcraft's more bless'd—
Behold! the red-cross 'tis that beams on his breast.

During this he approaches Albert, and, opening his Caftan, perceives the red-cross pendant on his breast, and demands it; the Ærial Spirit, enveloped in blue flame, appears opposite the Mufti, and endeavours to prevent his obtaining it.
DUET—MUFTI AND ÆRIAL SPIRIT.
Mufti.
This Sign of thy Faith to yon Flame is decreed.

Spirit.
Hold, Albert! the action than Death is more fell!

Mufti.
For fair Zulema's sake, quick accomplish the deed—

Spirit.
'Tis done, thy good angel now bids thee farewell!

Mufti receives it from him, and throws it into the flame on the Altar, which brilliantly blazes forth— the Spirit vanishes—loud peals of thunder—Steel Portals, with an immense crash, burst open, and the Monarch of Flame, superbly decorated and attended, appears in brilliant ignipotence, bearing an enchanted banner, and magic sword.
AIR—FIRE KING.
Count Albert thou'rt mine! behold his dire form,
Whose breath is swift lightning, whose voice it is storm;
Who makes each steel portal to rattle and ring,
For, borne on the blast, comes the dread Fire King.
I ween the stout heart of Count Albert is tame,
As he views in his terror the Monarch of Flame:
With this brand thou shalt conquer—thus long—and no more,
'Till thou bend to the cross, and the Virgin adore.

The Fire King presents him the magic sabre, which, with terror, he accepts—the Soldan, Zulema, and all the Saracens enter, bowing to Albert as their Champion, Zulema and the Soldan embracing him.
MUFTI.
And now thou must aid us, with counsel and hand,
To drive the bold Christians from Palestine's land;
For her Lord and her Love then Count Albert she'll take,
When all this is accomplished for Zulema's sake.

The Fire King commands his acquiescence, and Albert receiving the sabre, daringly, vows to undertake the task—the characters all groupe—thunder, flame, &c.
AIR—FIRE KING.
Hark! thunders growl distant, and faint gleam my fires,
While, borne on a whirlwind, the Fire King retires.

The Fire King waves the enchanted Banner over Albert's head, the Sabre, which he brandishes, emits fire.
CHORUS OF SARACENS.
Enchanted the banner that waves o'er his head,
Magic flame sparkles bright on his sword;
And from conquest returning, his fair bride decreed
His valour and love will reward.

SOLO—FIRE KING.
The Red-Cross shall wax faint, and the crescent come on,
Now Albert commands you on Mount Libanon.

Chorus.
—The Red-Cross, &c.

As the Fire King ascends, the Soldan receives the banner, which he continues to wave over Albert's head; the Saracens having all drawn their sabres, and waving them in unison till the Act Scene closes the