OR, THE FATAL MARRIAGE: A TRAGEDY, IN FIVE ACTS.-BY THOMAS SOUTHERN. ACT I. SCENE I.-A Street. Enter VILLEROY and CARLOS. Car. This constancy of your's will establish an immortal reputation among the women. Vil. If it would establish me with IsabellaCar. Follow her, follow her: Troy town was won at last. Vil. I have followed her these seven years, and now bat live in hopes. Car. But live in hopes! Why, hope is the ready road, the lover's baiting-place; and, for aught you know, but one stage short of the possession of your mistress. Vil. But my hopes, I fear, are more of my own making than her's; and proceed rather from my wishes, than any encouragement she has given me. Car. That I can't tell: the sex is very various; there are no certain measures to be prescribed or followed, in making our approaches to the women. All that we have to do, I think, is to attempt them in the weakest part. Press them but hard, and they will all fall under the necessity of a surrender at last. That favour comes at once; and, sometimes, when we least expect it. Vil. I shall be glad to find it so. I'm going to visit her. Car. What interest a brother-in-law can have with her, depend upon. Vil. I know your interest, and I thank you. Car. You are prevented; see, the mourner comes: She weeps, as seven years were seven hours; So fresh, unfading is the memory [Exit. Perhaps, at last, she seeks my father's doors; Vil. I must be Always your friend. Isa. I have known, and found you Truly my friend: and would I could be your's; But the unfortunate cannot be friends: Pray begone, Take warning, and be happy. Vil. Happiness! There's none for me without you. Vil. Thus, at this awful distance, I have served Of expectation, that you may be mine, Isa. Oh, I have heard all this! But must no more-the charmer is no more: Of my dear boy, and chides me for my stay: Vil. What can I say? The arguments that make against my hopes Isa. Nay then I must begone. If you are my friend, If you regard my little interest, I'm going to my father; he needs not an excuse Vil. I'm only born to be what you would have me, Where is the charity that used to stand At great men's doors, Like the good angel of the family, (Knocks.) To feed and clothe, to comfort and relieve them? Now even their gates are shut against their poor. (She knocks again.) Enter SAMPSON. Sump. Well, what's to do now, I trow? You knock as loud as if you were invited; and that's more than I heard of; but I can tell you, you may look twice about for a welcome in a great man's family, before you find it, unless you bring it along with you. Isa. I hope I bring my welcome along with me: Is your lord at home? Samp. My lord at home! Isa. Count Baldwin lives here still? Samp. Ay, ay; Count Baldwin does live here; and I am his porter; but what's that to the purpose, good woman, of my lord's being at home? Isa. Why, don't you know me, friend? Samp. Not I, not I, mistress; I may have seen you before, or so; but men of employment must forget their acquaintance; especially such as we are never to be the better for. (Going to shut the door.) Enter Nurse. Nurse. Handsomer words would become you, and mend your manners, Sampson: do you know who you prate to? Isa. I am glad you know me, nurse. Nurse. Marry, heav'n forbid! madam, that I hould ever forget you, or my little jewel: pray go in. (Isabella goes in with her child.) Now, my blessing go along with you, wherever you go, or whatever you are about. Fie! Sampson, how could'st thou be such a Saracen? A Turk would have been a better Christian, than to have done so barbarously by so good a lady. Samp. Why, look you, nurse, I know you of old: by your good will, you would have a finger in everybody's pie; but mark the end on't! if I am called to account about it, I know what I have to say. Nurse. Marry come up here! say your pleasure, and spare not. Refuse his eldest son's widow and poor child the comfort of seeing him? She does not trouble him so often. Samp. Not that I am against it, nurse, but we are but servants, you know; we must have no likings, but our lord's, and must do as we are ordered. But what is the business, nurse? You have been in the family before I came into the world: what's the reason, pray, that this daughter-in-law, who has so good a report in everybody's mouth, is so little set by by my lord? Nurse. Why, I tell you, Sampson, more or less; I'll tell the truth, that's my way, you know, without adding or diminishing. Samp. Ay, marry, nurse! : Nurse. My lord's eldest son, Biron by name, the son of his bosom, and the son that he would have loved best, if he had as many as king Pyramus of Troy this Biron, as I was saying, was a lovely sweet gentleman; and, indeed, nobody could blame his father for loving him; he was a son for the king of Spain, heaven bless him! for I was his nurse. But now I come to the point, Sampson; this Biron, without asking the advice of his friends, hand over head, as young men will have their vagaries, not having the fear of his father before his eyes, as I may say, wilfully marries this Isabella. Samp. How, wilfully! he should have had her consent, methinks. Nurse. No, wilfully marries her; and, which was worse, after she had settled all her fortune upon a nunnery, which she broke out of to run away with him. They say they had the church's forgiveness, but I had rather it had been his father's. Samp. Why, in good truth, 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 cared for before; and, at last, forced Biron to go to the siege of Candy, where he was killed. Samp. Alack-a-day, poor gentleman! she had been the cause of his going there. Nurse. For which my old lord hates her, as if Samp. Alas, poor lady! she has suffered for it; she has lived a great while a widow. Nurse. A great while, indeed, for a young woman, Sampson. Samp. Gad so! here they come; I won't venture to be seen. (They retire.) Enter COUNT BALDWIN, followed by ISABELLA and her Child. C. Bald. Whoever of your friends directed you, Misguided and abused you there's your way: What could you expect from me? Isa. Oh! I have nothing to expect on earth! C. Bald. What can you say? The great calamities, that you have brought I fondly raised, through my declining life, To rest my age upon; and most undone me. Isa. I have undone myself too. C. Bald. Speak it again; Say still you are undone ; and I will hear you, With pleasure hear you. Isa. Would my ruin please you? C. Bald. Beyond all other pleasures. Isa. Then you are pleased, for I am most undone. C. Bald. I pray'd but for revenge, and heav'n has heard, And sent it to my wishes: these grey hairs I lost with Biron all the joys of life: At last have left us: now bereft of all, To save us both from sinking. Oh, my child! Forget our faults, that heaven may pardon your's. C. Bald. How dare you mention heav'n? Call to mind Your perjured vows; your plighted, broken faith The sacred habit on, profess'd and sworn, The sacrilegious wretch, that robs the shrine, Isa. There, there, began my woes. Of a bad world, which only he had pow'r He had no hand to bring you back again, Isa. Not for myself, for I am past the hopes C. Bald. I almost pity the unhappy child: Bat being your's Isa. Look on him as your son's; Oh! save, defend him, save him from the wrongs C. Bald. It touches me, And I will save him. But to keep him safe, Never come near him more. Isa. What! 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? 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. Enter VILLEROY and CARLOS, meeting. Vil. My friend, I fear to ask-but IsabellaThe lovely widow's tears, her orphan's cries, Thy father must feel for them? No; I read, I read their cold reception in thine eyes. Thou pitiest them, though Baldwin-but I spare him For Carlos' sake; thou art no son of his. There needs not this to endear thee more to me. (Embrace.) Car. My Villeroy, the fatherless, the widow, Vil. Advantage! think not I intend to raise Car. Why, so I mean. These hardships, that my father lays upon her, But he will have his way. Since there's no hope Vil. She is above her fortune. Car. Try her again. Women commonly love No, though I live but in the hopes of her, Of what I wish, than have the blessing mine, I could betray her coldly to comply: When a clear gen'rous choice bestows her on me, I know to value the unequall'd gift: I would not have it, but to value it. Car. Take your own way; remember, what I offer'd Came from a friend. Vil. I understand it so. I'll serve her for herself, without the thought Of a reward. [Exit. Car. Agree that point between you. If you marry her any way, you do my business. I know him: what his generous soul intends Ripens my plots. I'll first to Isabella. I must keep up appearances with her too. SCENE II.-A House. [Exit. ISABELLA and Nurse discovered. Isabella's Son at play. Isa. Sooner or later, all things pass away, And are no more. The beggar and the king, With equal steps, tread forward to their end; C. Bald. Then have your child, and feed him The reconciling grave with your prayers. Away! Isa. Then heaven have mercy on me! [Exit, with Child. C. Bald. You rascal slave, what do I keep you for? How came this womafr in? Swallows distinction first, that made us foes; Of things above. But there his interest May be as poor as mine, and want a friend As much as I do here. (Weeping.) Nurse. Good madam, be comforted. The violence of your wrath; but spare my child; They are; they must; a general ruin falls Nurse. I can work, or beg, to do you service. What I have been, I might the better bear Enter SAMPSON. Samp. Why, truly, very little to the purpose: like a Jew as he is, he says you have had more already than the jewels are worth; he wishes you would rather think of redeeming them, than expect any more money upon them. [Exit. Isa. So: poverty at home, and debts abroad! This ring is all I have left of value now; Manage it as the last remaining friend That would relieve us. [Exit Nurse.] Heav'n can only tell Where we shall find another. My dear boy! Enter Nurse. Nurse. Oh, madam! you are utterly ruined and undone; your creditors of all kinds are come in upon you; they have mustered up a regiment of rogues, that are come to plunder your house, and seize upon all you have in the world; they are below. What will you do, madam? Isa. Do nothing! no, for I am born to suffer. Car. Oh, sister! can I call you by that name, Do not think I am akin to his barbarity. Of any way that I may serve you in? Isa. I thank your pity; my poor husband fell Determine for me; I shall be prepared : [Exit. Hark, they are coming: let the torrent roar : [Exeunt, the Nurse leading the Child. SCENE III.-Anti-chamber in Isabella's house. CARLOS and VILLEROY, with Officers. Vil. No farther violence The debt in all is but four thousand crowns; And now my sister comes to crown the work. Car. Thus far all's well. (Aside.) Isa. (Within.) Where are those rav'ning bloodhounds, that pursue In a full cry, gaping to swallow me? Enter ISABELLA, Nurse and Child. Isa. Patience! Isa. Save me! How? Car. By satisfying all your creditors. Vil. Let me be understood, And then condemn me: you have given me leave (A side.) Vil. I'm most unhappy that my services Can be suspected to design upon you; I have no further ends than to redeem you From fortune's wrongs; to shew myself, at last, What I have long profess'd to be, your friend : Allow me that; and to convince you more, That I intend only your interest, Forgive what I have done, and in amends (If that can make you any, that can please you) I'll tear myself for ever from my hopes, Stifle this flaming passion in my soul, And mention my unlucky love no more. Isa. This generosity will ruin me. Vil. Nay, if the blessing of my looking on you Disturbs your peace, will do all I can (Aside.) To keep away, and never see you more. (Going.) Car. You must not go. Vil. Could Isabella speak Those few short words, I should be rooted here, And never move but upon her commands. And to the living: 'tis a wilfulness Not to give way to your necessities, That force you to this marriage. Nurse, What must become of this poor inno cence? (To the Child.) Car. He wants a father to protect his youth, Isa. Do not think I need Your reasons, to confirm my gratitude.— Of your great worth, and busy to contrive, If possible, to make you a return. (To Villeroy.) Vil. Oh, easily possible! Isa. It cannot be your way: my pleasures are Buried, and cold in my dead husband's grave; And I should wrong the truth, myself, and you, To say that I can ever love again. I owe this declaration to myself: But as a proof that I owe all to you, If, after what I have said, you can resolve Vil. Next my Isabella, Be near my heart: I am for ever yours. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I.-Count Baldwin's House. Last night the priest perform'd his holy office, C. Bald. Misfortune join them! Car. Soon he'll bate her; Though warm and violent in his raptures now, Her cold constrain'd acceptance of his hand By stronger passions) will, as they grow weak, To think me worth your love-Where am I Rise in full force, and pour its vengeance on her. going? You cannot think it; 'tis impossible. Vil. Impossible! C. Bald. Now, Carlos, take example to thy aid; Let Biron's disobedience, and the curse He took into his bosom, prove a warning, Isa. You should not ask me now, nor should I A monitor to thee, to keep thy duty grant; I am so much obliged, that to consent Would want a name to recommend the gift: Twould shew me poor, indebted, and compell'd, Designing, mercenary: and I know You would not wish to think I could be bought. To bargain for you? Not in fortune's power. Vil Nay, then there is no time so fit for me. (Takes her hand.) The little forms which circumscribe your sex; We differ but in time, let that be mine. Is a. You think fit To get the better of me, and you shall; Since you will have it so-I will be yours. Vil. I take you at your word. 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 my services, If all that man can fondly say or do, This night you must be mine, Firm and unshaken. them, I will be sure my interest will not suffer Is man! My father here, who boasts his honour, [Exit |