Adela, and revive those feelings for
you, that time has impaired, but not destroyed. But come, let us in and
see your worthy father.

[_Leads her into the tent to the left._

CHRISTINE. Cruel, unkind, false Lenox! Are these your vows of constancy?
are these your protestations of love? Scarcely are you free from our
cottage, when your vows and pledges are but air. Wretched Christine!
what will become of you? I have deserted my father's house to avoid a
hateful match, and seek the protection of the man I love; he is false,
and I am lost. What's to be done? Return home a penitent, and meet the
frowns of my father, and be wedded to the man I hate? Never. Seek out
Lenox, and upbraid him with his falsehood? No, pride and wounded honour
will not permit me. Let him go--he is a wretch who trifles with the
affections of a woman. I care not what becomes of me, despair is all
that I have left. Ha! a thought strikes me with the lightning's
force--the army--I will enlist--this disguise is favourable, and in the
battle's rage, seek that death which quickly awaits me--'tis resolved.
[_CORPORAL passes over the stage._] Hist, corporal.

CORPORAL. Well, my lad, what would ye?

CHRISTINE. I would enlist, good corporal, and serve my country.

CORPORAL. Enlist! As a drummer or fifer, I suppose.

CHRISTINE. No; in the ranks--and though small, you will find me capable.
Give me your musket. [_CHRISTINE takes the musket, shoulders, presents,
and goes through a few motions._]

CORPORAL. Well done, my little fellow; you'll do, if it's only for a
fugelman; come along to our sergeant, and receive the bounty.

[_Exit._

CHRISTINE. Now, Lenox, now am I fully revenged for your cruel desertion.

[_Follows._

_End of the First Act._

ACT II.

SCENE I. _York, in Upper Canada; a Tavern meanly furnished._

_Enter LAROLE, in pursuit of the chambermaid._

LAROLE. Come here, you littel demoiselle--you bootiful sauvage, vy you
run vay from me--hay?

MAID. I wish you would let me alone, mounsure, you officers' gentlemen
are very disagreeable things.

LAROLE. Disagreeable? ma foi! I am one joli garcon, one pretti
batchelor; disagreeable? I vill tell you, ma belle grizette, I am maitre
de mode, I give de lecons for dance, to speake de English, and de
Francaise aussi; I can fence, aha! o