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Sooner than he should take me unto wife,
MARGARET. That is badly said.
IOLA (speaking violently). 'Tis MURDER either way. (Pause.) I choose my path!
IOLA (throws her arms around Margaret's neck).
(Folds her hands over her bosom.) Did Master Grimes appoint the day in which He should return ?
IOLA (clapping her hands). Adele! Adele! The door-the door!
(Margaret opens the door, L. H. U. E.) I am so glad to see you !
(Advancing to Adele.)
IOLA. She shall change her dress !
I thank you kindly—no.
Well you, my gentle gipsy, are as firm
(Sits down.) ADELE (starting). Speak! speak!
0! I have been threatened, Adele! Threatened With fate most dreadful by Sir William !
ADELE (violently.--voice half breaking ). Where is he?
IOLA (rises). Ha ! how you stare ! Adele! Adele !
ADELE. Ha ! sweetest. Ha!
(Violent noise outside.)
(Exit Margaret.) IOLA (advancing). Think you I should make a pretty gipsy?
ADELE. Too lovely. Oh! my fair!
Then I'll try your gipsy hat. Nay, that is rude !
It is the light of yours which makes them so !
IOLA (takes off the hat).
Oh, lady !-I am not what I seem !
Who art thou ?
ADELE (throwing off a cloak). I am thy lover, Iola !
(Very passionately.) IOLA (frightened-running into a corner). Art thou a man? Oh! come not near me !
LESTER (approaches—Iola shrinks). Lady ! how can I crave forgiveness ?
That voice—that voice! I pray you come not near me !
(Supplicating.) LESTER (gradually approaching). Oh, fear me not! Hear me! hear me! ( Spoken rapidly.) Oh, let me breathe my everlasting love, And pour my fond heart's overflowing joy To thee!
(Noises outside. Voices heard.)
IOLA (starting). That voice! (Lester draws himself up in an attitude
of determination, one arm being around
VOICE ( outside in flat). I 'll burst the door!
(Violent noise.) (Iola disengages herself from Lester, and
Lester advances to the door.)
My father's voice !-I'm lost !
My life is thine!
(The door is burst open. Enter Grimes.)
GRIMES (pointing to dress on floor).
(Draws dagger and rushes at him.) IOLA (rushes to her father and clings to him). Spare him! Kill me!-kill me!
(Form picture. Pause.)
Who are you, sir ? Ha! that face !
Master Grimes—I love your daughter!
GRIMES (to Iola). Madam ! what is 't I hear?
Father! I LOVE him !
Most noble girl!
(Taking Iola's hand, and kissing it-Iola is on a chair.)
Rise, sir—my daughter's hand is yours.
(Exit Grimes, R. H. V. E.)
IOLA. 'Tis past belief; and yet not past the truth !
My loved one! thy great fears do magnify
LESTER. Tis Lester Burton.
IOLA. Oh, you
have once deceived me ! May you not again?
(Rain and thunder.)