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“in the right to run away from a nunnery:” and I
think our young master was not in the wrong but in marrying without a portion. Nurse. That was the quarrel, I believe, Sampson: upon this, my old lord would never see him; disinherited him; took his younger brother, Carlos, into favour, whom he never car'd for before ; and at last forc’d Biron to go to the siege of Candy, where he was killed. Samp. Alack-a day, poor gentleman. Nurse. For which my old lord hates her, as if she had been the cause of his going thither. Samp. Alas, alas, poor lady she has suffered for it: she has liv'd a great while a widow. Nurse. A great while indeed, for a young woman, Sampson. Samp. Gad so I here they come; I won’t venture to be seen.
Enter Count BALDw1N, followed by Is A BellA and her Child.
C. Bald. Whoever of your friends directed you,
Isa. Oh, I have nothing to expe&t on earth!
C. Bald. What can you say *
A recompensing pow'r, a remedy,
C. Bald. I pray'd but for revenge, and Heav'n has |
And sent it to my wishes: these grey hairs
Isa. Indeed I am most wretched—“When I lost
“ C. Bald. Would he had never been ; “Or never had been yours.
“ Isa. I then believ'd “The measure of my sorrow then was full . “But every moment of my growing days
“Makes room for woes, and adds them to the sum.”
I lost with Biron all the joys of life:
But now its last supporting means are gone,
All the kind helps that Heav'n in pity rais'd, *r
In charitable pity to our wants,
C. Bald. How dare you mention Heav'n 1 Call to
Your perjur'd vows; your plighted, broken faith
Isa. There, there, began my woes.
C. Bald. Your own inconstancy, “your graceless
thoughts, “Debauch'd and” reconcil'd you to the world : He had no hand to bring you back again, But what you gave him. Circe, you prevail'd Upon his honest mind, transforming him From virtue, and himself, into what shapes You had occasion for; and what he did Was first inspir’d by you. “A cloister was “Too narrow for the work you had in hand: “Your business was more general; the whole world “To be the scene: therefore you spread your charms “To catch his soul, to be the instrument, “The wicked instrument of your cursed flight. “Not that you valued him; for any one, “Who could have serv’d the turn, had been as welcome.”
Isa. Oh! I have sins to Heav'n, but none to him.
C. Bald. Had my wretched son
But bringing you into a family,
“Expect 'em, and despair—Sirrah, rogue,"
Isa. Not for myself—for I am past the hopes
Isa. Look on him as your son’s ; And let his part in him answer for mine. Oh, save, defend him, save him from the wrongs That fall upon the poorl C. Bald. It touches me— And I will save him—But to keep him safe; * Never come near him more. Isa. What I take him from me ! No, we must never part : *tis the last hold Of comfort I have left; and when he fails, All goes along with him: Oh! “could you be “The tyrant to divorce life from my life t” I live but in my child. No, let me pray in vain, and beg my bread From door to door, to feed his daily wants, Rather than always lose him. o C. Bald. Then have your child, and feed him with your prayer. You, rascal, slave, what do I keep you for How came this woman in Samp. Why indeed, my lord, I did as good as tell her, before, my thoughts upon the matter C. Bald, Did you so, sir? Now then tell her mine;