ISABELLA. Biron. Have you forgot me quit "pinx! A.Smuth foul London Printed for J. Bell British Library Strand May 26 1792. To Biron, my first husband; I must blush Biron dy'd (Still to my loss) at Candy; there's my hope. Oh, do I live to hope that he dy'd there ! It must be so he's dead, and this ring left By his last breath, to some known faithful friend, [Biron introduc'd-Nurse retires. That's all I have to trust to My fears were woman's-I have view'd him all : And let me, let me say it to myself, I live again, and rise but from his tomb. Bir. Have you forgot me quite Isa. Forgot you! Bir. Then farewell my disguise, and my misfor tunes. My Isabella ! [He goes to her; she shrieks, and falls in a swoon. Isa. Hal Bir. Oh! come again : Thy Biron summons thee to life and love; "Once I had charms to wake thee:" Thy once lov'd, ever-loving husband calls Thy Biron speaks to thee. Isa. My husband! Biron? Bir. Excess of love and joy, for my return, This ecstasy has made my welcome more Isa. Where have I been? Why do you keep him from me? I know his voice: my life upon the wing, Isa. But pardon me, Excuse the wild disorder of my soul: The joy, the strange surprising joy of seeing you, Bir. Thou everlasting goodness! Isa. Answer me : What hand of Providence has brought you back Th' impatience of my heart: I long to know Bir. My best life; at leisure, all. Isa. We thought you dead; kill'd at the siege of Candy. Bir. There I fell among the dead; But hopes of life reviving from my wounds, Isa. What a world of wo Had been prevented but in hearing from you! Isa. You do not know how much I could ha' done; At least, I'm sure I could have suffer'd all : I would have sold myself to slavery, Without redemption; giv'n up my child, The dearest part of me, to basest wants- Isa. My life, but to have heard You were alive-which now too late I find. [Aside. Bir. No more, my love, complaining of the past, We lose the present joy. 'Tis over price Isa. Wou'd I were past the hearing. [Aside. Bir. How does my child, my boy, my father, too? I hear he's living still. Isa. Well both, both well; And may he prove a father to your hopes, Though we have found him none. Bir. Come, no more tears. Isa. Seven long years of sorrow for your loss, Have mourn'd with me Bir. And all my days behind Shall be employ'd in a kind recompence For thy afflictions.-Can't I see my boy? Isa. He's gone to bed: I'll have him brought to you. Bir. To-morrow I shall see him; I want rest Myself, after this weary pilgrimage. Isa. Alas! what shall I get for you? Bir. Nothing but rest, my love! To night I would not Be known, if possible, to your family: I see my Nurse is with you; her welcome To-morrow will do better. As Isa. I'll dispose of her, and order every thing you wou'd have it. [Exit. Bir. Grant me but life, good Heav'n, and give the means, To make this wondrous goodness some amends: O! she deserves of me much more, than I |