Volume Iii Part 48 (1/2)

_Isa_. Oh, Heavens! must I lose you then? no, I'll die first.

_Guil_. Die, die, then; for your Betters must be served before you.

_Isa_. Oh! I shall rave; false and lovely as you are, did you not swear to marry me, and make me a Viscountess.

_Guil_. Ay, that was once when I was a Lover; but, now you are a Queen, you're too high i'th' mouth for me.

_Isa_. Ah! name it not; will you be still hard-hearted?

_Guil_. As a Flint, by _Jove_.

_Isa_. Have you forgot your Love?

_Guil_. I've a bad memory.

_Isa_. And will you let me die?

_Guil_. I know nothing of the matter.

_Isa_. Oh Heavens! and shall I be no Viscountess?

_Guil_. Not for me, fair Lady, by _Jupiter_,--no, no,--Queen's much better,--Death, affront a man of Honour, a Viscount that wou'd have took you to his Bed,--after half the Town had blown upon you,--without examining either Portion or Honesty, and wou'd have took you for better for worse--Death, I'll untile Houses, and demolish Chimneys, but I'll be revenged.

[_Draws and is going out_.

_Isa_. Ah, hold! your Anger's just, I must confess: yet pardon the frailty of my s.e.x's vanity; behold my Tears that sue for pity to you.

[_She weeps, he stands looking on her_.

_Guil_. My rage dissolves.

_Isa_. I ask but Death, or Pity. [_He weeps_.

_Guil_. I cannot hold;--but if I shou'd forgive, and marry you, you wou'd be gadding after honour still, longing to be a she Great _Turk_ again.

_Isa_. Break not my heart with such suspicions of me.

_Gull_. And is it pure and tender Love for my Person, And not for my glorious t.i.tles?

_Isa_. Name not your t.i.tles, 'tis your self I love, Your amiable, sweet and charming self, And I cou'd almost wish you were not great, To let you see my Love.

_Guil_. I am confirm'd--

_'Tis no respect of Honour makes her weep_; _Her Loves the same shou'd I cry--Chimney Sweep.

[_Ex_.

ACT V.