Part 22 (1/2)

_Ans._ Mother, to death.

'Tis useless to deceive you. You scarcely found me But I am lost again: 'twill soon be over.

(_Faintly_) E'en now the blood's collecting in my heart For its last rally;--Isidora, I would tell thee What pain it is to part, but my strength fails, And my parch'd tongue cannot perform its duty.

_Isid._ To part, Anselmo? Dost thou say to part?

No, no; thou shalt not die,--we must not part.

What false, already! How could'st thou utter That which, to me, must be the knell of death?

(_Bursts into tears and embraces him._)

_Ans._ Would that your gentle power o'er me was the same In death, as life: then should I live for ever.

But--mother--fare you well--farewell--my Isidora.

[_Groans and falls dead. Donna Inez faints, and is supported by Don Felix and Nina. Isidora, whose face was hidden in Anselmo's breast, lifts up her head and looks wildly at the body._

_Isid._ Anselmo! (_More loudly_) Anselmo! (_Shrieks. Throws herself on the body. The rest of the characters group round the body, and the curtain falls._)

THE GIPSY;

OR,

”WHOSE SON AM I?”

A COMEDY, IN THREE ACTS.

DRAMATIS PERSONae.

_Men._

SIR GILBERT ETHERIDGE, _An old Admiral._

CAPTAIN ETHERIDGE, _His son; grave._

CAPTAIN MERTOUN; _gay._

OLD BARGROVE.

YOUNG PETER BARGROVE, _His son._

WILLIAM, _The Admiral's sailor-footman._