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GRIMES. How does it fare with lola ?
SIR WILLIAM. Then her wild passion masters her sad soul; And, with clasped hands, she swears by the pure heaven No power
shall make her wed me!
Master Grimes, I pray your pity.
SIR WILLIAM. Name it! oh, name it !
GRIMES. The dungeon Now, to Iola.
(Exeunt R. H.)
SCENE III.-Another room in the Royal Oak. Lola is discovered on a sofa,
Annette leaning over her.
Our inn, the Royal Oak, it has not seen
Hast tears for me? Good girl, approach me then,
Why SHOULD they be, dear lady?
song. Ah! breaking heart—and canst thou deem him false ?
And yet he did deceive me:
Sweet lady, did your father know of this?
Here—here does pallid sorrow shew its face !
Soon as he found my love for him was fixed,
The chamber door was suddenly burst ope,
ANNETTE. That was most fortunate !
O! that dread gaze !
A few bright moments, and my lover left.
Where was your father ?
Alas ! I know not.
(Noise without—Iola starts.) What noise is that? Again-again !
(Clings round Annette.) Save me! Save me! Thou kind and gentle girl! On thee-on thee, hangs all my hope of life! Devise some plan, however desperate ! Some means
ť escape—whate'er those means may be ! That I may free me from the deadening draught Of BITTER mockery I seem DOOMED to drink !
(Noise increases.) They come! they come! Annette ! Oh, think on this: If ever thou shalt love, and be beloved ! By all the hopes which thy young heart enjoys, Oh rescue, gentle girl, lost lola!
(Enter Grimes L. F.; he walks slowly to Tola, who
has buried her face in Annette's bosom. Grimes touches Iola.)
IOLA (looks up and screams.)