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In heaven I shall find it--not in heaven, seize upon all you have in the world; they are If my old tyrant father can dispose

below. " What will you do, madam ? Of things above—but, there, his interest

Isa. Do! nothing: no, for I am born to see May be as poor as mine, and want a friend fer. As much as I do here.

[Weeping Nurse. Good madam, be comforted.

Enter CARLOS to her.
Isa. Do I deserve to be this outcast wretch; Car. Oh, sister! can I call you by that name,
Abandoned thus, and lost? But 'tis my lot, And be the son of this inhuman man,
The will of Heaven, and I must not complain : Inveterate to your rain ? Do not think
I will not for myself: let me bear all

I am a-kin to his barbarity :
The violence of your wrath; but spare my child! I must abhor my father's usage of you,
Let not my sins be visited on him!

And from my bleeding honest heart must pity,
They are, they must; a general ruin falls Pity your lost condition. Can you think
On every thing about me: thou art lost, Of any way that I may serve you in?
Poor nurse, by being near me.

But what enrages most my sense of grief, Nurse. I can work, or beg, to do you service. My sorrow for your wrongs, is, that my father, Isa. Could I forget

Fore-knowing well the storm that was to fall, What I have been, I might the better bear Has ordered me not to appear for you. What I am destined to: I am not the first

Isu. I thank your pity; my poor husband fell That have been wretched: but to think how much for disobeying him; do not you stay I have been happier ! Wild hurrying thoughts To venture his displeasure too for me. Start every way from my distracted soul,

Cur. You must resolve on somethingTo find out hope, and only meet despair.

(E.sat. What answer have I ?

Isa. Let my fate

Determine for me; I shall be prepared.

The worst that can befall me, is to die: A racis, Samp. Why truly, very little to the purpose : When once it comes to that, it matters not like a Jew as he is, he says you have had more Which way 'tis brought about: whether I starre, already than the jewels are worth : he wishes Or hang, or drown, the end is still the same; you would rather think of redeeming them, than Plagues, poison, famine, are but several names expect any more money upon them.

Of the same thing, and all conclude in death

[Erit SAMPSON. But sudden death; Oh, for a sudden death, Isa. 'Tis


To cheat my persecutors of their hopes,
So: poverty at home, and debts abroad ! The expected pleasure of beholding me
My present fortune bad; my hopes yet worse ! Long in my pains, lingering in misery!
What will become of me?

It will not be, that is denied me too. This ring is all I have left of value now: Hark! they are coming; let the torrent roar! 'Twas given me by my husband: his first gift It can but overwhelm me in its fall; Upon our marriage: I have always kept it, And life and death are now alike to me. With my best care, the treasure next my life,

"[Exeunt, the Nurse leading the Chil. And now but part with it to support life, Which only can be dearer. Take it, nurse;

SCENE III.-Opens, and shews CARLOS er: 'Twill stop the cries of hunger for a time,

VILLEROY with the Oficers.
Provide us bread, and bring a short reprieve,
To put off the bad day of beggary,

Vil. No farther violence-
That will come on too soon. Take care of it: The debt in all is but four thousand crowns :
Manage it as the last remaining friend

Were it ten times the sum, I think you know That would relieve us. (Exit Nurse. Heaven My fortune very well can answer it. can only tell

You have my word for this: I will see you peid. Where we shall find another -My dear boy! Offi. That's as much as we can desire: so we The labour of his birth was lighter to me

have the money, no matter whence it comes. Than of my fondness now; my fears for him Vil. To-morrow you shall have it. Are more, than in that hour of hovering death, Car. Thus far all's wellThey could be for myself-He minds me not, His little sports have taken up his thoughts :

Enter ISABELLA, and Nurse, with the Child. Oh, may they never feel the pangs of mine! And now my sister comes to crown the work. Thinking will make me mad: why must I think,

(Are When no thought brings me comfort?

Isa. Where are the raving blood-hounds, the Nurse returns.


In a full cry, gaping to swallow me ? Nurse. Oh, madam! you are utterly ruined and I meet your rage, and come to be devoured: undone ; your creditors of all kinds are come in Say, which way are you to dispose of me? upon you: they have mustered up a regiment of To dungeons, darkness, death! rogues, that are come to plunder your house, and Car. Have patience.


Isa. Patience!

Though now you have a friend, the time must Offi. You will excuse us, we are but in our office :

That you will want one; him you may secure Debts must be paid.

To be a friend, a father, husband to you. Isa. My death will pay you all. (Distractedly. Isa. A husband !

Offi. While there is law to be had, people will Car. You have discharged your duty to the have their own.

dead, Vil. 'Tis very fit they should ; but pray be And to the living; 'tis a wilfulness gone.

Not to give way to your necessities, To-morrow certainly (Ereunt Officers. That force you to this marriage. Isa. What of to-morrow?

Nurse. What must become of this


innor Am I then the sport,

cence ?

[To the child, The game of fortune, and her laughing fools ? Car. He wants a father to protect his youth, The common spectacle, to be exposed

And rear him up to virtue: you must bear From day to day, and baited for the inirth The future blame, and answer to the world, Of the lewd rabble? Must I be reserved

When you refuse the easy honest means For fresh afflictions ?

Of taking care of him. Vil. For long happiness

Nurse. Of him and me, Of life, I hope.

And every one that must depend upon you : Isa. There is no hope for me.

Unless you please now to provide for us,
The load grows light, when we resolve to bear : We must all perish.
I am ready for my trial,

Car. Nor would I press you-
Car. Pray be calm,

Isa. Do not think I need And know your friends.

Your reasons, to confirm my gratitude ; Isa. My friends! Have I a friend ?

I have a soul tbat's truly sensible Car. A faithful friend; in your extremest need, of your great worth, and busy to contrive, Villeroy came in to save you

[To VILLEROY. Isa. Save me! How?

If possible, to make you a return. Car. By satisfying all your creditors.

Vil. Oh! easily possible! Ise. Which way? For what?

Isa. It cannot be your way: my pleasures are Vil. Let me be understood,

Buried, and cold in my dead husband's grave; And then condemn me: you have given me leave And I should wrong the truth, myself, and you, To be your friend ; and in that only name To say that I can ever love again. I now appear before you. I could wish

I owe this declaration to myself: There had been no occasion for a friend, But, as a proof that I owe all to you, Because I know you hate to be obliged;

If, after what I have said, you can resolve And still more loth to be obliged by me. To think me worth your love-Where am I Isa. 'Twas that I would avoid


going? Vil. I am most unhappy that my services You cannot think it; 'tis impossible. Can be suspected to design upon you;

Vil. Impossible! I have no farther ends than to redeem you

Isa. You should not ask me now, nor should I From fortune's wrongs; to shew myself at last,

grant; What I have long professed to be, your friend : I am so much obliged, that to consent Allow me that; and to convince you more Would want a name to recommend the gift: That I intend only your interest,

'Twould show me poor, indebted, and compelled, Forgive what I have done, and in amends Designing, mercenary; and I know (If that can make you any, that can please you) You would not wish to think I could be bought, I'll tear myself for ever from my hopes,

Vil. Be bought! where is the price that can Stifle this Haming passion in my soul,

pretend That has so long broke out to trouble you, To bargain for you! Not in fortune's power. And mention my unlucky love no more. The joys of Heaven and love must be bestowed;

Isa. This generosity will ruin me. (Aside. They are not to be sold, and cannot be descrved.

Vil. Nay, if the blessing of my looking on you Isa. Some other time I will hear you on this Disturbs your peace, I will do all I can

subject. To keep away, and never see you more,

Vil. Nay, then, there is no time so fit for me. Car. You must not go.

(Following her. Vil. Could Isabella speak

Since you consent to hear me, hear me now; Those few short words, I should be rooted here, That you may grant: you are above And never move but upon her commands. The little forms which circumscribe your sex ; Car. Speak to him, sister; do not throw away

We differ but in time, let that be mine. A fortune that invites you to be happy.

Isa. You think fit In your extremity he begs your love;

To get the better of me, and you shall; And has deserved it nobly. Think upon

Since you will have it so I will be yours. Your lost condition, helpless and alone.

l'il. I take you at your word,

my services,

Isa. I give you all
My hand; and would I had a heart to give !
But if it ever can return again,
'Tis wholly yours.

Vil. Oh, ecstacy of joy!
Leave that to me. If all
If prosperous days, and kind indulging nights,
If all that man can fondly say or do,
Can beget love, love shall be born again.--
Oh, Carlos ! now my friend, and brother too!
And, nurse, I have eternal thanks for thee.
Send for the priest-

(Nurse goes out in haste.
This night you must be mine.
Let me command in this, and all my


Shall be devoted to you.

Isa. On your word,
Never to press me to put off these weeds,
Which best become my melancholy thoughts,
You shall command me.

Vil. Witness Heaven and earth
Against my soul, when I do any thing
To give you a disquiet.
Car. I long to wish you joy.
Vil. You'll be a witness of my happiness?

Car. For once I'll be my sister's father,
And give her to you.

Vil. Next my Isabella,
Be near my heart: I am for ever yours. (Eraunt.

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SCENE I.-Count BALDWIN's House. Which now are Villeroy's; and should aught re

main, Enter Count BALDWIN and CARLOS.

In justice it is his; from me to him C. Bald. Married to Villeroy, say'st thou? You shall convey them -follow me, and take Car. Yes, my lord.


(Erit C. BALDWIN. Last night the priest performed his holy office, Car. Yes, I will take them ; but ere I part And made them one.

with them, C. Bald. Misfortune join them!

I will be sure my interest will not suffer And may her violated vows pull down

By these his high, fantastic notions A lasting curse, a constancy of sorrow,

Of equity and right.-What a paradox On both their heads !- I have not yet forgot Is man! My father here, who boasts his honour, Thy slighted passion, the refused alliance; And even but now was warm in praise of justice, But having her, we are revenged at full.

Can steel his heart against the widow's tears, Heaven will pursue her still, and Villeroy And infant's wants; the widow and the infant Share the judgments she calls down.

Of Biron; of his son, his favourite son. Car. Soon he'll hate her,

'Tis ever thus weak minds, who court opinion, Though warm and violent in his raptures now. And dead to virtuous feeling, hide their wants When full enjoyment palls his sickened sense, In pompous affectation.—Now to VilleroyAnd reason, with satiety, returns,

Ere this his friends, for he is much beloved, Her cold constrained acceptance of his hand

Crowd to his house, and with their nuptial songs Will gall his pride, which (though of late o'er- Awake the wedded pair: I'll join the throng, powered

And in my face, at least, bear joy and friendship. By stronger passions) will, as they grow weak,

(Esit. Rise in full force, and pour its vengeance on her. C. Buld. Now, Carlos, take example to thy SCENE II.-A hall in VILLEROY's house. A aid!

band of music, with the friends of VILLEROY. Let Biron's disobedience, and the curse He took into his bosom, prove a warning,

Enter a Servant. A monitor to thee, to keep tby duty

1 F. Where's your master, my good friend? Firm and unshaken.

Ser. Within, sir, Car. May those rankling wounds,

Preparing for the welcome of his friends. Which Biron's disobedience gave my father, i F. Acquaint him we are here: yet stay, Be healed by me!

The voice of music gently shall surprise him, C. Bald. With tears I thank thee, Carlos And breathe our salutations to his ear. And may'st thou ever feel those inward joys, Strike up the strain to Villeroy's happiness, Thy duty gives thy father-but, my son, To Isabella's—But he's here already. We must not let resentment choak our justice ; 'Tis fit that Villeroy know he has no claim

Enter VILLEROY. From me, in right of Isabella, Biron

Vil. My friends, let me embrace you: (Whose name brings tears), when wedded to this Welcome allwoman,

What means this preparation? (Seeing the music. By me abandoned, sunk the little fortune

1 F. A slight token His uncle left, in vanity and fondness :

Of our best wishes for your growing happiness I am possest of those your brother's papers, You must permit our friendship



Vil. You oblige me

Isa. I could have wished if you had thought 1 F. But your lovely bride,

it fit, That wonder of her sex, she must appear, Our marriage had not been so public. And add new brightness to this happy morning. Vil. Do not you grudge me my excess of love;

Vil. She is not yet prepared; and let her will, That was a cause it could not be concealed :
My worthiest friend, determine her behaviour; Besides, 'twould injure the opinion
To win, and not to force, her disposition, I have of my good fortune, having you,
Has been my seven years task. She will, anon, And lessen it in other people's thoughts,
Speak welcome to you all. The music stays. Busy, on such occasions, to enquire,
(VILLEROY and his Friends seat themselves. Hal it been private.

Isa. I have no more to say.


Vil. My Carlos too, who came in to the supWoman. Let all, let all be gay,

Begin the rapturous lay;

Of our bad fortune, has an honest right,
Let mirth, let mirth and joy,

In better times, to share the good with us.
Each happy hour employ

Car. I come to claim that right, to share your
Of this fair bridal day.

Man. Ye love-winged hours, your flight, To wish you joy; and find it in myself:
Your downy flight prepure,

For a friend's happiness reflects a warmth,
Bring every soft delight

A kindly comfort, into eyery heart
To soothe the brave and fair.

That is not envious.
Hail, happy pair, thus in each other blest ; Vil. He must be a friend,
Be ever free from care, of every joy possessed! Who is not envious of a happiness

So absolute as mine; but if you are Vil. I thank you for the proof of your affec-(As I have reason to believe you are) tion:

Concerned for my well-being, there's the cause; I am so much transported with the thoughts Thank her for what I am, and what must be. Of what I am, I know not what I do.

[Music flourish. My Isabella !-but possessing her,

I see you mean a second entertainment." Who would not lose himself? -You'll pardon My dearest Isabella, you must hear

The raptures of my friends ; from thee they Oh! there was nothing wanting to my soul,

spring; But the kind wishes of my loving friends Thy virtues have diffused themselves around, But our collation waits: where's Carlos now? And made them all as happy as myself. Methinks I am but half myself without him. Isa. I feel their favours with a grateful heart,

2 F. This is wonderful! Married a night and And willingly comply. a day, and yet in raptures ! Vil. Oh! when you all get wives, and such as


Take the gifts the gods intend ye ; (If such another woman can be found),

Grateful meet the proffered joy: You will rave too, dote on the dear content,

Truth and honour shall attend ye ; And prattle in their praise out of all bounds.

Charms that ne'er can change or cloy: I cannot speak my bliss ! 'Tis in my head,

'Tis in my heart, and takes up all my soul-
The labour of my fancy: You'll pardon me; Man. Oh, the raptures of possessing,
About some twelve months hence I may begin

Taking beauty to thy arms!
To speak plain sense.Walk in, and honour me, Woman. Oh, the joy, the lasting blessing,

When with virtue beauty charms ! Enter ISABELLA.

Man. Purer flames shall gently warm ye; My Isabella! Oh, the joy of my heart,

Woman. Love and honour both shail charm thee. That I have leave, at last, to call you mine! Both. Oh, the raptures of, &c. &c. When I give up that title to the charms of any other wish, be nothing mine! But let me look upon you, view you well.

Far from hence be care and strife, This is a welcome gallantry indeed!

Far the pong that tortures life : I durst not ask, but it was kind to grant,

May the circling minutes prove
Just at this time; dispensing with your dress

One sweet round of peace and love !
Upon this second day to greet our friends.
Isa. Black might be ominous;

Car. 'Tis fine, indeed!
I would not bring ill luck along with me, You'll take my advice another time, sister,
Vil. Oh! if your melancholy thoughts could Vil. What have you done? A rising smile

Stole from her thoughts, just red’ning on her With shifting of your dress—Time has done cures

cheek, Incredible this way, and may again.

And you have dashed it,


Car. I'm sorry for it.

My heart would dance, spite of the sad occaVil. My friends, you will forgive me, when I

sion, own,

And be a gay companion in my journey;
I must prefer her peace to all the world,

Come, Isabella, let us lead the way:
Within we'll speak our welcome to our friends,

Enter CARLOS from supper.
And crown the happy festival with joy. (Exeunt. My good Carlos, why have you left my friends?

Cur. They are departed home.

They saw some sudden melancholy news

Had stolen the lively colour from your cheek-
Enter SAMPSON and Nurse.

You had withdrawn, the bride, alarmed, had fol. Samp. Ay, marry, nurse, here's a master in

lowed: deed!' He will double our wages for us! If he Mere ceremony had been constraint; and this comes on as fast with my lady, as he does with Good-natured rudeness his servants, we are all' in the way to be well Vil. Was the more obliging. pleased.

There, Carlos, is the cause. (Gives the letter Nurse. He is in a rare humour ; if she be in Car. Unlucky accident! as good a one

The Archbishop of Malins, your worthy bro! Sump. If she be, marry, we may even say,

ther they have begot it upon one another.

With him to-night! Sister, will you permit it? Nurse. Well; why do not you go back again

Fil. It must be so. to your old count? You thought your throat cut, Isa. You hear it must be so. I warrant you, to be turned out of a nobleman's Vil. Oh, that it must! service.

Car. To leave your bride so soon!
Samp. For the future, I will never serve in a Vil. But having the possession of my love,
house where the master or mistress of it lie sin- I am the better able to support
gle: they are out of humour with every body My absence, in the hopes of my return.
when they are not pleased themselves. Now, Car. Your stay will be but short?
this matrimony makes every thing go well. Vil. It will seem long;
There's mirth and money stirring about, when The longer that my Isabella sighs
these matters go as they should do.

I shall be jealous of this rival, grief,
Nurse. Indeed, this matrimony, Sampson That you indulge and fondle in my absence.

Sump. Ah, nurse! this matrimony is a very It takes so full possession of thy heart,
good thing—but, what, now my lady is mar There is not room enough for mighty love.
ried, I hope we shall have company come to the
house: there's something always coming from

Enter Servant, and bous. one gentleman or other upon those occasions, if My horses wait : farewell, my love! You, my lady loves company. This feasting looks

Carlos, well, nurse.

Will act a brother's part, 'till I return, Nurse. Odso, my master! we must not be And be the guardian here. All, all I have,

(Exeunt. That's dear to me, I give up to your care.

Car. And I receive her as a friend and bro Enter VILLEROY with a letter, and ISABELLA.

ther. Vil. I must away this momentsee his letter, Vil. Nay, stir not, love! for the night air is Signed by himself: alas! he could no more;

cold, My brother's desperate, and cannot die

And the dews fall-Here be our end of parting; In peace, but in my arms.

Carlos will see me to my horse. Isa. So suddenly!

[Erii with CARLOS. Vil. Suddenly taken, on the road to Brussels; Isa. Oh, may thy brother better all thy bopes! To do us honour, love; unfortunate!

Thus to be torn from thee, and all those charms, sudden melancholy bakes my blood !
Though cold to me and dead.

Forgive me, Villeroy-I do not find
Isa. I'm sorry for the cause.

That cheerful gratitude thy service asks: Vil. Oh! could I think,

Yet, if I know my heart, and sure I do, Could I persuade myself that your concern 'Tis not averse from honest obligation. For me, or for my absence, were the spring, I'll to my chamber, and to bed; my mind, The fountain of these melancholy thoughts, My harassed mind, is weary.


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