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Then, mocking sir, know this. I do despise
Thy gold and thee! I am no usurer, (Sarcastically.)
Though men most foully have denounced me such !
Begone! you see the door!
And if thy life depend on living here
I chase thee hence, that thou mayest quicker die !



Uncourteous man !
Thy answers are as rugged as the rocks;
Thy heart as barren (Exit Lester, dropping flowers

in flat, L.)


Some ruined knave has goaded on this fool
To mock me. Plague on the world! Margaret !

(Calls.) Plague on the world! Ah!

(Sees flowers.) (Enter Margaret R. Grimes picks up the flowers.) Margaret, I am bound this night for Guernsey; And to thy care and oft-tried prudence Do I consign my little girl. I fear a strange bird's singing in the hedge: Now, could you lime it, I would give thee gold, Even beyond thy mightiest wish!


Oh, fear me not; I know the way to work !


And that thy work may look most smilingly,

(Gives a purse.) Take this for thy own use.

Sir William Stanton
Is the gentleman that must be married
To our little pet. Farewell, Margaret !

As you go out, send Iola to me. (Exit Margaret R. H.)
I know not how it is, my mind is clouded,
And my whole heart weighed down with heaviness,
As if some terrible event were nigh,
Beneath whose influence I am to sink !
But then that sum of gold! Too much to lose,
Yet scarce enough to gain, for th' agony
Which I shall feel in going !

(Enter Iola R. H.)
Iola, farewell! You'll show your duty
By always striving to love those I like.
Sir William Stanton,-he must have your hand !
See here!

(Showing flowers.)


In all things, oh, my father !-all things ELSE
I will obey thee! Would’st see me die,
Your little pet, who loves thee with such love
As beggars words to say how deep it is !
Wouldst see her die ?


My fondest,
Wilt have these flowers ? Some saucy cavalier,
Who came to insult me now, has dropped them.

IOLA (taking flowers ).
I love all flowers so very, very much,
I'll keep them for thy sake. How sweet they smell !
Shall you be long away?


Perhaps ten days. Farewell!

IOLA (hanging on his neck, and looking in his face). Farewell! I'm sure you mean not what you say ! You promised me a dress, a pearl-white silk; And I should like a veil so very much;

One, dearest father, that will, from my head,
Fold round my person, and then sweep the ground.

GRIMES (kissing Iola).
I shall not forget them, dearest. Farewell !

(Exit Grimes L. U. E.)

IOLA. Now, whether I shall laugh, or cry, I cannot say. (Sobbing.) What lovely flowers (unties them)! emblem of beauty,

( Takes a moss-rose.) Type of my heart's love, lie here.

(Places a rose in her bosom.) “ Forget-me-not!”– Now I can weep. Forget THEE ! Ah !

(Kisses the Forget-me-not.) What's this (finds note)? A little note! Poor youthThis was to thy fondest! Ah, little do you dream In what strange hands 't is fallen! I must open it. What !-what !-what do I see? 66 To the fair dame Of Master Grimes's house." It is not Margaret ;Oh, love's thoughts are lightning !--can it be me? “ Lines to my ladye love." Hast dared so much? (Reads.)

“Ah, gentle flowers, sweet children of the light,

Whose voice is incense, use thy magic sway!
Tell her, this heart is clouded o'er with night,

And 't is with her to make that darkness day!"
Oh, hush, my conscious heart! What's here?

“I love thee as my life!

My life is all for thee!
Thee, whose bright eyes do light

This heart to misery !
Break,-break,—my throbbing heart,

Or take it unto thine !
For what is life, if fate should part

Thee from a love like mine?"
(Iola's voice becomes tremulous as she reads the last four

lines, and finally is broken with sobs ; then enter Mar-
garet R. H. lola puts the paper in her bosom.)

How deep, young madam, is thy sorrow?

Too deep for thee to fathom.

At the bottom is a lover, and thy line is on it!

I like him, Margaret, but do not love him.

Sir William is a courtly gentleman.

He learnt his manners on no man's land.

True: they came by nature.

And I should think his voice also. 'Tis very like
The pitch of some old crow.

Talk not of him :
I will never have him, Margaret.

MARGARET. Tush, girl! what is 't you say? Not have him? Tush! Why, Master Grimes declared but now to me, Sir William Stanton will come every day, And do the best to win thee to his love.


And what say you, good nurse ?



Why, this: you know not what you like;
And, therefore, as such liking you’ve to learn,
You must be taught to like by those who teach.


He shall not be my master! One knocks (knocking L. F.)

MARGARET (goes to the door ). Go back !—you can't come in.

(Shuts the door.) LESTER BURTON (as the gipsy-goes to the window). Will it please you buy, ladies ?


It does not please us, mistress. Hence, away!

IOLA. Let her come in, dear nurse.


She must not.


Will’t please you buy, ladies ?

(At the window.)

Nurse, I am no child; she shall come in !
That is, dear nurse-

(lola runs to the door, opens

it, and enter gipsy.) Oh, pretty gipsy, come in,-come in! What Sell you?

(Enter Lester Burton, dressed as a gipsy).

LESTER BURTON (as Adele, the gipsy). Ribbons, the colour of your eyes, though not so bright; Brooches, rings, and fans. I pray you, buy !

IOLA (taking flowers, and holding them to Margaret's cap). Margaret, wilt have some flowers to deck your hair? These scarlet poppies ;—dear, how well they look !


You saucy child !

ADELE (has been regarding Iola with fixed attention). If you are not in merry mood to buy, · I'll sing. Oh, I can sing a song of love!

Of gallant knights, who, over flood and field,
Dared every danger for their lady fair ;
Braved the wild tempest; and, in battle front,
Won richest honours to obtain her hand.
Or I will read thy fortune,-tell thy fate ! (To Lola.)
Or, in right pleasant terms, will show you how
Much you lost by jilting your first love! (To Margaret.)


Sing,—oh, sing! I love your voice !

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