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Enter WELLINGTON and others, grimy and perspiring.]
FIRST OFFICER
The men are plundering in all directions!
WELLINGTON
Let 'em. They've striven long and gallantly.
--What doc.u.ments do I see lying there?
SECOND OFFICER [examining]
The archives of King Joseph's court, my lord; His correspondence, too, with Bonaparte.
WELLINGTON
We must examine it. It may have use.
[Another company of soldiers enters, dragging some equipages that have lost their horses by the traces being cut. The carriages contain ladies, who shriek and weep at finding themselves captives.]
What women bring they there?
THIRD OFFICER
Mixed sorts, my lord.
The wives of many young French officers, The mistresses of more--in male attire.
Yon elegant hussar is one, to wit; She so disguised is of a Spanish house,-- One of the general's loves.
WELLINGTON
Well, pack them off To-morrow to Pamplona, as you can; We've neither list nor leisure for their charms.
By G.o.d, I never saw so many wh---s In all my life before!
[Exeunt WELLINGTON, officers, and infantry. A soldier enters with his arm round a lady in rich costume.]
SOLDIER
We must be married, my dear.
LADY [not knowing his language]
Anything, sir, if you'll spare my life!
SOLDIER
There's neither parson nor clerk here. But that don't matter--hey?
LADY
Anything, sir, if you'll spare my life!
SOLDIER
And if we've got to unmarry at c.o.c.kcrow, why, so be it--hey?
LADY
Anything, sir, if you'll spare my life!
SOLDIER
A sensible 'ooman, whatever it is she says; that I can see by her pretty face. Come along then, my dear. There'll be no bones broke, and we'll take our lot with Christian resignation.
[Exeunt soldier and lady. The crowd thins away as darkness closes in, and the growling of artillery ceases, though the wheels of the flying enemy are still heard in the distance. The fires kindled by the soldiers as they make their bivouacs blaze up in the gloom, and throw their glares a long way, revealing on the slopes of the hills many suffering ones who have not yet been carried in.
The last victorious regiment comes up from the rear, fifing and drumming ere it reaches its resting-place the last bars of "The Downfall of Paris":--
Transcriber's Note: There follows in musical notation four bars from that song in 2/4 time, key of C--
E EF G FE EF G FE EC D DBC
SCENE IV
A FETE AT VAUXHALL
[It is the Vitoria festival at Vauxhall. The orchestra of the renowned gardens exhibits a blaze of lamps and candles arranged in the shape of a temple, a great artificial sun glowing at the top, and under it in illuminated characters the words "Vitoria"
and "Wellington." The band is playing the new air "The Plains of Vitoria."
All round the colonnade of the rotunda are to be read in the illumination the names of Peninsular victories, underneath them figuring the names of British and Spanish generals who led at those battles, surmounted by wreaths of laurel The avenues stretching away from the rotunda into the gardens charm the eyes with their mild mult.i.tudinous lights, while festoons of lamps hang from the trees elsewhere, and transparencies representing scenes from the war.
The gardens and saloons are crowded, among those present being the KING'S sons--the DUKES OF YORK, CLARENCE, KENT, and CAMBRIDGE-- Amba.s.sadors, peers, and peeresses, and other persons of quality, English and foreign.
In the immediate foreground on the left hand is an alcove, the interior of which is in comparative obscurity. Two foreign attaches enter it and sit down.]
