Oh! never may distinction rise again In families: let parents be the same To all their children; common in their care, Vil. You knew your brother, liv'd; why did you take Such pains to marry me to Isabella ? Car. I had my reasons for't. Vil. More than I thought you had. I knew my brother lov'd his wife so well, Bel. If you rely'd on that, why did you kill him? Car. To make all sure. Now, you are answer'd all. Where must I go? I am tir'd of your questions. C. Bald. I leave the judge to tell thee what thou art; A father cannot find a name for thee. Take him away [CARLOS led off. Grant me, sweet Heav'n! the patience to go through The torment of my cure-Here, here begins The operation.-Alas! she's mad. Enter ISABELLA, distracted; and her Child running from her: Women following her. Vil. My Isabella, poor unhappy wretch! What can I say to her? Isa. Nothing, nothing; 'tis a babbling worldI'll hear no more on't. When does the court sit? I have a cause to try. Will you not hear it? Then I must appeal To the bright throne-Call down the heav'nly powers To witness how you use me. C. Bald. Pray give her way. Isa. What have you done with him? He was here but now; I saw him here. Oh, Biron, Biron! where, Where have they hid thee from me? He is gone But here's a little flaming cherubim— Child. Oh, save me, save me! I fear she'll kill me. [Running to C. BALDWIN. C. Bald. She will not hurt thee. Isa. Will nothing do? I did not hope to find Softly; he steals it from the sleeping gods, [Stabs herself. Now, now I laugh at you, I defy you all, You tyrant murderers. Vil. Call, call for help-Oh, Heav'n! this was too much. C. Bald. Oh, thou most injur'd innocence! Yet live, Live but to witness for me to the world, The unnatural wrongs, which I have heap'd on thee, Vil. Oh, speak, speak but a word of comfort to me! C. Bald. If the most tender father's care and love Of thee, and thy poor child, can make amends Oh, yet look up and live. Isa. Where is that little wretch? [They raise her. I die in peace to leave him to your care. I have a wretched mother's legacy, A dying kiss-pray let me give it him, My blessing; that, that's all I have to leave thee. [Dies. Vil. She's gone, and all my joys of life with her. THE END. |