SIR WILLIAM. I am glad thou art arrived, good Master Grimes! GRIMES. How does it fare with Iola? SIR WILLIAM. Like a wild sea, swept o'er by wilder storms, Well! GRIMES. 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! GRIMES. You know my will. SIR WILLIAM. Master Grimes, I pray your pity. GRIMES. Sir William Stanton! that I am No child, No more to be changed than the polar star, Thou long hast known! Thus much I tell thee! Sufficient that you win a fortune and a bride, SIR WILLIAM. Is there No way to avoid this sad extremity? SCENE III.-Another room in the Royal Oak. Iola is discovered on a sofa, Annette leaning over her. ANNETTE. OUR inn, the Royal Oak, it has not seen IOLA. Hast tears for me? Good girl, approach me then, "T will make thy gentle eyes o'erflow their bounds, But stay! Art SURE those glossy locks tell true? Those speaking eyes-thy smooth and dimpled cheekThy lips of living scarlet-and thy form So maidenly-are they other than they seem? ANNETTE. Why SHOULD they be, dear lady? IOLA (impassioned). Alas! alas! I WAS deceived once. Ah! breaking heart-and canst THOU deem HIM false? Dear lady! ANNETTE. IOLA. And yet he did deceive me: For under the disguise of woman's garb He won my heart-then kept it as his own. And yet, though false, he proved as true as truth. ANNETTE. Sweet lady, did your father know of this? No, no. IOLA. Here-here does pallid sorrow shew its face! Dead-dead with weeping! Drowned with its tears! ANNETTE. Oh, check these bitter tears. IOLA. Soon as he found my love for him was fixed, What? ANNETTE. IOLA. The chamber door was suddenly burst ope, And there my father stood! ANNETTE. That was most fortunate! O! that dread gaze! IOLA. Those brows of thunder, and those lightning eyes! A fortress of her own, and then he gave me to him. ANNETTE. That was noble-very noble ! IOLA. A few bright moments, and my lover left. Where was your father? Alas! I know not. What noise is that? Save me! Save me! ANNETTE. IOLA. (Noise without-Iola starts.) Again-again ! (Clings round Annette.) Thou kind and gentle girl! On thee-on thee, hangs all my hope of life! Some means t' escape-whate'er those means may be! 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 Iola ! Iola ! (Enter Grimes L. F.; he walks slowly to Iola, who has buried her face in Annette's bosom. Grimes touches Iola.) GRIMES. IOLA (looks up and screams.) Ha-(falls on his neck.) My father-my dear father! GRIMES. Iola, these tears are weak! |