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Has overpowered her- I was to blame
welcome more Than words could say.
Isa. Where have I been? why do you keep him from me ? I know his voice : my life, upon the wing, Hears the soft lute that brings me back again, 'Tis he himself, my Biron ! If I must fall, death's welcome in these arms.
Bir. Live ever in these arms.
Isa. But pardon me,
your own home again ?
Bir. My best life! at leisure, all.
Bir. There I fell among the dead;
Isa. What a world of woe
Bir. Alas! thou couldst not help me.
Isa. You do not know how much I could have done ; At least I'm sure I could have suffered all ; I would have sold myself to slavery, .
Without redemption; given up my child,
Bir. My little boy !
Isa. My life! but to have heard
Bir. No more, my love; complaining of the past,
[Aside. Bir. How does my child, my boy, my father, too? I hear he's living still.
Isa. Well, both; both well; And
may he prove a father to your hopes, Though we have found him none.
Bir. Come, no more tears.
Isa. Seven long years of sorrow for your loss
Bir. And all my days behind
Isa. He's gone to-bed; I'll have him brought to you.
Bir. To-morrow I shall see him; I want rest
for you? Bir. Nothing but rest, my love! To-night I would not Be known, if possible, to your family: I see my nurse is with you; her welcome Would be tedious at this time; To-morrow will do better.
Isa. I'll dispose of her, and order every thing As you would have it.
Bir. Grant me but life, good Heaven! and give the means To make this wondrous goodness some amends, And let me then forget her, if I can ! O! she deserves of me much more than I Can lose for her, though I again could venture A father, and his fortune, for her love! You wretched fathers, blind as fortune all! Not to perceive, that such a woman's worth Weighs down the portions you provide your sons : What is your trash, what all your heaps of gold, Compared to this, my heart-felt happiness ? — What has she, in my absence, undergone ! I must not think of that; it drives me back Upon myself, the fatal cause of all.
desires are carried to their aim
Isa. Shall I attend you ?
Bir. By no means :
Isa. I'll but say my prayers, and follow you-
O Biron, hadst thou come but one day sooner! [Weeping.
-What's to be done--for something must be done.
BIRON meets her.
Isa. I am contented to be miserable,
Bir. Look up, my love, I never did deceive thee,
Isa. And me to my undoing : I look round,
Bir. I cannot understand thee.
Isa. If marriages
Bir. Has marriage made thee wretched ?
Isa. No: you are my only earthly happiness :
honest heart, If it said otherwise.
Bir. And yet you said, Your marriage made you
miserable. Isa. I know not what I said : I've said too much, unless I could speak all.
Bir. Thy words are wild ; my eyes, my ears, my heart,
Isa. You'll tell nobody-
Isa. Indeed I am not; I knew that before ;
Bir. Rest will relieve thy cares: come, come, no more; I'll banish sorrow from thee.
Isa. Banish first the cause.
Bir. Is this my welcome home? This reward