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Greens Juvenile Drama

No. 7

Burlesque Pantomime Melodrama Comedy Tragedy

GUY FAWKES

Written

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Green's Characters and Scenes in the Same

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Frontispiece:

Green's Juvenile Drama.

A New

Historical Comic Pantomime,

Called

And

Or the FIFTH of NOVEMBER

Remember, Remember,

The fifth of November,

Gunpowder treason and plot;

We see no reason,

Why Gunpowder treason

Should ever be forgot.

Guy Fawkes Guy,

With his lantern, so sly,

Got into Parliament House

*+* The only Juvenile Edition published, correctly marked with the Stage Directions.

London:

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1836

Men.

Guy Fawkes…..Afterwards Harlequin.

Grumblegloom…..Genuis of Discontent.

Mischief……His familiar Agent.

Lord Monteagle…

Sir Francis Moore.. Astrologer and Almanac-maker.

Robert Catesby…Afterwards Pantaloon.

Thomas Percy

Thomas Winter

Francis Tresham

Everard Digby….Afterwards Clown

Blue Devils, attendants on Grublegloom:

Dragon Wing, Grumble, Rant, Moan, Grunt, Snarl, Growl, Groan, Howl, Rave….

Imps attendants on Sir Francis Moore:

Weazlehoff & Brizzleback

Mr. Sigismund Suett,….The great carcass butcher

His progeny,--chips of the Old Block:

Masters Stump, Chump, Chopper, and Cleaver

Women

Alice….Daughter to Robert Catesby.

Dame Caudlecup….Her old Nurse.

Royal Guards, Guards, Archer Boy, Visitors, Porters,

Gardener, Boatmen, Coachman, Boys, Tortoiseshell, Taby, Tom, &c..&c.

Or the Fifth of November.

The Palace of Discontent.

When mortals are happy we all of us growl,

Our discontent loudly expressing,

And like winter winds blow, roar, and scowl,

Or as dogs over a bone snarl and howl,

For misery to us is a blessing.

So we'll groan and howl,

And grumble and growl;

Oh! oh! oh! oh!

All cry out and grumble together

Dragon Wing- Hark! hark! that rumbling noise beneath the earth portends.

Our Mighty Master hither this way bends;

So leave off work, to greet our Sovereign Lord,

And growl your discontent with one accord.

Grumblegloom- Peace! peace! ye grumbling elves!

keep clos'd your mouths,

And chase that happy smile from off your brows;

'Tis true that mortals have much better been,

But now a change will o'er the scene be seen:

For I to earth have sent an evil spirit,

Brimful of mischief, enmity, and spite;

He'll spoil their beef, their pudding, and their tricks,

And on their backs the weight of cares will fix:

e'en now amid men's minds he mischief brews,

I'll summon him to glad us with bad news.

Mischief, appears!

What means that look, that brow so crost?

Why don't you smile?

Mischief- I can't, sire, all is lost!

The world is getting of much better cheer,

And soon all mortals will be blest I fear!

For happier they seem on each new day;

They've got more work, and oh! much less to pay.

Grumblegloom- Ha! is it so? Then, Mischief, let me see,

This Parliament of our prorogued will be;

Then meet again--the day-can I remember?

The First--Third- Fifth! aye, that's it, of November:

I'll thwart their meetings, blow them to the sky;

I've got a likely pupil in my eye;

A swaggering, roaring, boisterous invader,

That came to England in the famed Armada;

Who fears not for Reformers or hard knocks,

A man of metal true, called Guido Fawkes:

Now all to earth, with desperate care and toil,

And heat men's spirits till they over boil!

Away! away! and do not look so sad

And when I whistle come to me each lad.

Through the air, thorough the sky,

See our Mighty Master fly!

By the bright sun light

He wings his flight:

Away! away! away!

Monteagle- In my small boat I've stem'd the tide,

in yonder castle she lays sleeping,

Whilst I am walking beneath willows weeping

Now to give the signal for to wake her,

Then she'll fly to my longing arms to take her.

Alice--Oh! my young lord, I thought you long crossing to this shore;

I have been up and dressed an hour or more,

Waiting with impatience you to see;

The Castle gate to unlock, I from my nurse have stole the key.

Monteagle- My pretty Alice say no more; ther's coming on a shower;

We'd hie us to our secret hiding place within the bower;

And with love tales and other prittle prattle,

Before your nurse awakes and springs her rattle:

We'll toy away the time in true love's bower,

Till the sun as risen, and cleared away the shower.

Percy- I heard a noise: I'm sure there's mischief brewing!

Digby-'Tis but the cats upon the tiles a-mewing.

DISTANT CHORUS OF BOATMEN.

Merrily row our golden bark

Over the rippling stream,

While our oars keep time,--hark! hark! hark! hark

And the sun sheds his cheering beam:

With a merry yeo,

So jolly we row:

Yeo,yeo,yeo.

CHORUS OF BOATMEN.

Merry boatmen, loud Huzza!

While our Mighty Master lands,

Rest your oars, your progress stay:

Our bark doth press the yellow sand;

Merry boatmen, loud huzza!

Merry boatmen, loud huzza!

Huzza! huzza!

Percy-Most noble Catesby, early as the lark,

Like friendly dogs we greet you from thy bark;

Tell us,--How goes the plot,--is all quite ready?

Catesby- The powder-barrel broached, and all is ready.

Digby- But who to fire it and free us from alarms?

Catesby- Hush! my foot stamped the hero's in your arms;

Hush! softly step, your silence keeping.

Digby-Ah! don't disturb the hero: behold He's sleeping!

Catesby- Behold! The future terror of the nation.

Digby- He very nose a fiery conflagration.

Catesby- I see with pleasant smiles his face doth glow;

His fame is quite a picture.

Guy Fawkes- Oh! oh! oh!

Thunder and lightning, battles, blood, and murder;

I know my business - so don't say no furder.

Catesby- Thn let us swear?

Guy Fawkes-- Pooh! oaths were made for boys.

Catesby- Oh! swear we must.

Guy Fawkes- I swear I heard a noise: quick! search the place.

Catesby- What nought the bower now hie in?

Exit Guy Fawkes into the bower, and re-enter with Lord Monteagle, plate 4,- at the same time the nurse asleep to be taken from the balcony, figure 1.

What act spy you?

Guy Fawkes- A spy in act of spying!

Catesby--You treacherous rogue! what have you overheard?

Monteagle- Oh! not a syllable, upon my word.

Guy Fawkes--Then you must swear, before you go,

Never to mention what you do not know.

Dame Caudlecup- (To Catesby) your daughter has gone off: spite my prudent plan!

(Sees Guy Fawkes) Oh, grandam's buckles! what an ugly man!

Guy Fawkes- An insult! And to my face:

I'll have revenge, if I travel over space.

They have both escaped now to your different posts,

While I for breakfast take some tea and toast.

Monteagle--What can this letter mean? some mischief sure there's brewing!

Some deadly plot that will be our undoing:

I'll to Sir Francis Moore, he by his art may tell

What's to be done, then all may yet be well.

Exit into Sir Francis Moore's house.

SOLO

Sir Francis Moore--The Abbey bell is tolling loud,

Hark to its solemn sound!

Ear we fly, from the homes of men,

To the fairies' haunted ground.

Brizleback, Weazlechoff, up and be gay,

The fairies are flitting fast away!

Away, away, away!

Ha! some stranger hither bends his fate to know;

I'll straight admit him, be he friend or foe.

My Lord Monteagle, is it you that's come,

To ask of Francis Moore some mighty boon?

Lord Monteagle- I have received that letter, it threatens danger but not to me;

I fear there is some foul conspiracy:

It warns me from the Parliament house to keep,

And hints at acts most dire, dread, and deep.

Sir Francis Moore--We'll see what fate says: I'll consult the stars,

And information gain from Venus, Mercury, and Mars.

Now to my studies bar I, each star discern,

And from their signs our fate we'll quickly learn.

SOLO, SIR FRANCIS MOORE.

Ere the bell shall toll eight

By the old Abbey gate,

Monteagle, Monteagle,

Hence thither and wait;

Or conspiracy dire

With powder and fire,

Will blow up the king,

And your much honored sire;

From the Abbey gate soon

A strange man will speed,

You must follow his steps

Where'er they may lead,

Through darkness and terrors,

With courage pursue,

You'll save monarch, father,

And your lov'd Alice too:

On you all depends,

Danger waits on delay,

Your Monarch to save,

Monteagle, away!

Away! away! away!

Catesby- Guy Fawkes is coming my friends, so don't begin to fret,

It's in time, for the Lords to have not met;

But when they do, our hero, without delay,

Will blow them to the skies, far far away.

Guy Fawkes-- My lords, I have kept you waiting long I fear,

But you will not rail at me when you shall hear:

I've been making out my will before I leave this world,

And have therein my secret thoughts unfurled:

To you, Sir Everard Digby, I leave my watch and seals to hold;

And to you, Sir Robert Winter, my purse well lined with gold:

My portrait, the greatest prize of all I can bestow,

I give to Sir Robert Catesby, and never let it go

From you till death's grim visage doth appear:

So fare you well my friends, my friends, so dear!

Catesby- We thank you, one and all; so now you're ready,

Enter the vault and be to us true and steady.

Now my friends we'll take us to our several stations,

And await the great event which will befall the nation.

Guy Fawkes- 'Tis plaguey dark, I could scarcely find my way;

I'll set my lantern down, and fetch my tinder box, without delay.

The tinder must be damp, it will not catch.

That's it; now to light a match.

Monteagle--The villain's at his work; his footsteps I have traced,

But ' tis so dark I cannot see his face:

Ah! Now I see a man with a lighted brand a coming:

I'll hid myself, and see what he'll be doing.

Guy Fawkes- I have lit my candle and my torch ignited,

And said my prayers, and yet I'm sore affrighted;

But I have gone too far: oh! what a sight!

The train is ready and only waits the light.

Monteagle-Guards ! seize that Monster to instant death! Away!

Grumblegloom- Hold! Daring mortal! I command you stay!

Rash mortal! Hold! This brave man is my care.

Sir F. Moore- Hold! Hold him fast! release him if you dare.

Grumblegloom--Oh! Kind Sir Francis, have I you to thank,

For rendering my scheme a worthless blank;

But know my power greater is than thine;

My plot though thwarted , vengeance still is mine.

Demons! Drive hence those guards, the lover's seize!

Tho' I've not triumphed still I've power to tease

This youth confine within my darkest caves:

'Tis thus I treat all rash intruding slaves,

While his lov'd Alice Columbine shall be.

Borne by Guy Fawkes as Harlequin from thee,

Lend from thy sight forever and a day,

Come change Guy Fawkes, thy master's word obey.

Sir Fr. Moore- Monteagle, cheer! tho' you I can't release,

Still I've the power thy woes to end in peace:

Her father and his friend shall quick pursue

To catch Guy Fawkes and bring her back to you;

Which if within a year accomplished be,

You'll triumph over hate and straight be free:

So let in hope your hours pass away,

While I start these to make their first essay.

Catesby, be Pantaloon!

While you, brave Digby quit thy murderous frown,

And quick appear as laughter loving Clown.

Grumblegloom- Hold fast that youth, and gear him quick away.

To regions never blest by light of day.

(to Harlequin) This bat receive, its necromantic power,

Will aid you to escape in luckless hour:

A year is yours, and if not caught before its o'wer,

You will be safe, and naught can harm you more.

Sir F. Moore- (To Clown) you quick persue, no rest oeer let'em know,

And make their journey one of endless woe.

Grumblegloom--Now then, away! o'er land and sea,

And lead the Pantomimic chase right merrily.

Sir F. Moore- Obey my orders! turn all their joy to pain:

(To Grumblegloom) Adieu, vile caitiff! We may meet again.

Clown- Now for it; we'll have him.

Pantaloon--Ay, ay! if we can catch him.

Clown- After him, after him! (Exit r. H. followed by Pantaloon.)

Pantaloon- (To Harlequin) Only let me lay hold of you!

Clown- Stop, Stop! Let's have a look at the steamers.

Pantaloon- Come along, I'll tell you.

Clown- O crikey! Here's fun! Here's four horses dancing.

Coachman- (To gentleman) The last race of horses, sir; we beg for charity: fire and water as taken the bread out of our mouths:--pity a poor poney! pity an old blind cock-horse!- bestow your charity on a consumptive old mare, and wind-galled Filly! pity, pity, 'tis our last request.

Clown- Let's play at smuggings! harps is out, smuggings about! (Exit Clown, followed by Pantaloon, after the musician.

Re-enter Clown, plate 1, with the harp, trick 2, plate 18, followed by Pantaloon.

I've found the harp of Altingburg.- you must play it!

Pantaloon- I can't play a harp!

Clown- Then I will, (music)-O look here! they're dancing in the box; say nothing, we have got them!

Hair-Dresser-New wigs for old ones: new wigs for old ones! will you change, sir?

Pensioner- I don't wear a wig on my block; but if you have got any wooden legs I'll change with you. (Exit R. H.. front wing.)

Hair-Dresser- Thank you, sir!-new wigs for old ones! new wigs for old ones! (exit L. H. front wing.)

Clown- I've picked up a wig box! Will you buy one?

Pantaloon- Let's look at 'em first.

Clown- O you shall see them, and no gammon about it.

Here they are! here's the Lord Chancellor, and all the old wigs.

Pantaloon- I sha'nt buy one; I ware a tory!

Clown- Won't you? well then I'll tell you what it is,-I shan't cry about that!

Here's Jim Crow a coming; just got out of a water steamer,

SONG, JIM CROW--TRIP TO GREENWICH.

It was de oder Sunday morning

I put on my dandy coat,

And came down to Greenwich,

On board of de Steam boat.

Wheel about, and turn about and do jist so,

Every time I turn about I jump Jim Crow,

We hab folks of ebey nation,

All languages dey peak,

From de Yankee, Swiss, and Garman,

Down to ancient Dutch Greek.

Wheel about, &c.

One gemman ax de captain,

Fore de fastnings were clare,

How much furder is it Captain,

Now before we will be there!

Wheel about,&c.

Dare was a Frenchman told de captain

He want to get out on de railroad,

Kase he realy was afeard de boat

Would tumble overboard.

Wheel about, &c.

But a very cunning chap on board,

Know'd ebry ting it seem,

Undertook to tell a lady

How de ingine move by steam

Wheel about, &c.

He says first, You see dis ere ting.

What's going up and down,

Well den you see dem cart wheel

Turning round and round

Wheel about,&c.

Well den you see dem oder tings,

Look like a par of tongs,

Dey hints against dese oder tings,

And shoves de boat along

Wheel about,&c.

And When dey want to steer de boat,

And bring her round in time,

Dares a ting looks like n cellar door,

Swinging on behind.

Wheel about &c.

Mr. Cornelius, O Quivers Archery Warehouse!

Butcher- Buy, buy, buy, who will buy my bleeding heart?

Tis love I fear that harrows up my feelings thus,

Oh Cupid, thou hast wounded many a heart before, but never one so large as this.

Cupid- Oh Mr. Butcher do you feel the smart?

Be as easy as you can, here's an old maid a coming this way, I'll be off and have a fly at her, then there will be a pair of bleeding hearts.

Exit Cupid, L.H. second wing, re-enter directly same side.

I have hit the old maid plump in the heart, so I'll be off like a dart, and get a fresh supply of arrows.

Old Maid- Oh that mischievous boy, he has stuck his arrow in my heart; Mr. Sigismund, I'm in love, it puts me all in a flutter; I come to declare my passion.

Butcher--Say you so, then to be plain, I'm in love with you, and burning with desire.

Old Maid- Then we will off to Church and put out the destroying fire.

Clown-There he is, don't you see him?

Pantaloon- No I don't

Clown-Oh you’re a fool. Let's go and have a shoot in the gallery.

Pantaloon--Go along, I'm a coming,

Clown--I'm a going a shooting; I'm a going a shooting; you stand there, I'll try if I can hit you.

Pantaloon-Now don't you go be foolish, if you shoot at me I'll tell your mother.

You needn't be afeard, I shall only knock one of your eyes out. I'll lay you two to one I hit the bull's eye in the targate.

Pantaloon- Done, you don't.

Clown- You shall see if I don't.

Pantaloon- Oh! what have you done?

Clown- A mad Bull! a mad Bull!

Clown- Stop him, stop him, lay hold of his tail.

Little Butchers- Here we go, for chips of the old block.

Clown- There all a going to take their places to go on board the steamer.

Clown- There they go, lets be after them and secure our places.

Clown- They have shoved me up the spout where are you master?

Pantaloon- Oh I'm on the shelf; there they are, I'll give it to you.

Scene 9, No. 10 -

Clown- What a precious blow up.

Pantaloon- You may say that, the steam boiler bursted, and has blown us on top of the tiles.

Clown- Oh! looke here!

Pantaloon- Why what's the matter?

Clown- Here's such a lark with the Cats!

Clown- (singing) Meet me by moonlight alone,

And then I will tell you a tail.

'The garret window to open and discover a chamber maid, with pillow, plate 9.

See that pretty creature there,

Oh how handsome, Oh how fair.

Give me a kiss, sweetheart?

Maid- Get along you naughty man, caterwauling on the tiles.

Pantaloon- She has given you the cut direct.

Clown- I'll cut her corns for her.-O lord, I'm getting so sleepy.

Pantaloon- Let's take a nap on the tiles.

Clown- Agreed! but you must sleep on the other side of the house, then you will not disturb me with your snoring.

Pantaloon- Mind and wake me when you see the Comet!

Clown- Confound these cats. They are fighting to see which shall have me, master, master, bring your stick and give 'em a floorer.

I have got rid of them at last!

Pantaloon- I knocked Miss Tortoiseshell off her perch into the gutter.

Clown- See the Comet! the Comet!

Lets get in at the garret window, and make our escape through the house into the street! Oh yes-!

Scene 10, No. 11.- Erith Reach

Clown- Boat your honour, boat, will you have a sail in yonder boat, your honour;

Pantaloon- Will a Duck swim?

Clown- (singing,) A boat danced on Thames bonny stream.

Clown- (singing as they ascend,) Here we go, up, up, up,.

Pantaloon- (singing,) But I hope we shant go down, down, down.

Clown- See, we go higher and higher.

Pantaloon- We shall have a view of London Towne.

Clown- A mad bull! a mad bull!

I shant carry you much further, I shall pitch you into one of the Lion's dens, you'll be a nice tit bit for 'em.

Pantaloon- O don’t do that, it would be the death of me.

Clown- Oh crikey, hears a couple off dancing poodles, what fun (singing_ come with me, and you shall see the Champanzee, the Champanzee, the magnificent Peacock, the Cameleopard, the musical Monkies, the Bird in yonder cage confined, and the Lion.

Pantaloon- Don't mention it, I've had quite enough of him.

Gardener- Here's your flowers all a growing, all a blowing, hearts ease, a penny a root, a penny a root.

Clown- What sweet scented ones, I shall get a pennyworth of hearts ease, you may do as you like.

Let it be early, late or soon,

I will enjoy my rose in Jun e.

Pantaloon- Rose in June? why this is November, roses don't blow this time of the year.

Clown- Don't they? that's all you know about it; mine is a monthly rose.

Pantaloon- Well I'm blowed! If your flowerpot isn't blow'd into two flower pots!

Clown- I declare, so it is! I shall have a flower pot for each window.

(Exit L.H. with flower pots, re-enter directly same side_ here's a swell ac coming! (Enter Lord Mayor's porter, followed by two porters with large chest, R. H. plate 11, front wing and exit at the opposite wing.) Presents for the Lord Mayor! how I should like to have a peep! (Exit L.H. after the porters, re-enter with the trick chest, No. 10, plate 19.

What will you give me to have a peep?

Pantaloon- I'll give you a rope! you have stole the chest!

Clown- Don't say so; I' ve only borrowed it to satisfy my curiosity.

Pantaloon- Why it's a cradle for the Lord Mayor's son; sent as a present to him from the Alderman of the city.

Clown- There be marches, ready made! Stop! Stop! Little boy, and take your cradle with you.

Clown- I've been roaming, I've been roaming,

Where the butter cups do grow;

But I'm coming, but I'm coming,

Where the little boys do go.

Clown- Let's go and have a lark with the fireworks!

Pantaloon- I shall go to number three: you may go to number four.

Boys- Huzza! huzza! there's prime fireworks! we will buy all ours at your shop!

Clown- Come to my shop, little boys: his fireworks are not half so good as mine: because I will give you six months credit.

Boys- Huzza! Huzza! we will buy all our fireworks at your shop!

Clown- Come along, my flowers, we will have such a blow up!

Pantaloon- What a narrow escape! hollo! what do you do there? come down!

Clown- Murder! Murder! I have had such a high fligher!

Pantaloon- And see, Harlequin's lost his bat in the fire! After him, after him! lets secure him while we can!

Clown- We have caught you at last, have we, Master Guy?

Pantaloon- throw him in the fire, and there let him die!

Grumblegloom- Hold wretches wouldst thou dare again to try.

Thus to destroy my favorite, gallant Guy!

Know the year is up, and you are in my power,

So vengeance shall be mine at this dark hour!

Sir F. Moore- Stay Grumblegloom, thy anger cease,

And with me unite in bonds of mutual peace

Then Guy shall live, let's all be friends,

Come join their hands, and thus make some amends.

Grumblegloom- Well, I consent, he shall have the lovely maid,

And of Grumblegloom shall be no more afraid.

Sir F. Moore- Well said! Now let us all be gay,

And we in History's hall will spend our Christmas day.

FINALE BY ALL THE CHARACTERS