VAL. Yes, all that this gentleman has told me on your behalf, Madam, might well surprise a man; I confess I doubted it. This final sentence, which decides the fate of my great love, moves my feelings so much that it can be no offence if I wish to have it repeated.
ISA. No. no, such a sentence should not surprise you. Sganarelle told you my very sentiments; I consider them to be sufficiently founded on justice, to make their full truth clear. Yes, I desire it to be known, and I ought to be believed, that fate here presents two objects to my eyes, who, inspiring me with different sentiments, agitate my heart. One by a just choice, in which my honour is involved, has all my esteem and love; and the other, in return for his affection, has all my anger and aversion. The presence of the one is pleasing and dear to me, and fills me with joy; but the sight of the other inspires me with secret emotions of hatred and horror. To see myself the wife of the one is all my desire; and rather than belong to the other, I would lose my life. But I have sufficiently declared my real sentiments; and languished too long under this severe torture. He whom I love must use diligence to make him whom I hate lose all hope, and deliver me by a happy marriage, from a suffering more terrible than death.
SGAN. Yes, darling, I intend to gratify your wish.
ISA. It is the only way to make me happy.
SGAN. You shall soon be so.
ISA. I know it is a shame for a young woman, so openly to declare her love.
SGAN. No, no.
ISA. But, seeing what my lot is, such liberty must be allowed me; I can, without blushing, make so tender a confession to him whom I already regard as a husband.
SGAN. Yes, my poor child, darling of my soul!
ISA. Let him think, then, how to prove his pa.s.sion for me.
SGAN. Yes, here, kiss my hand.
ISA. Let him, without more sighing, hasten a marriage which is all I desire, and accept the a.s.surance which I give him, never to listen to the vows of another. (_She pretends to embrace Sganarelle, and gives her hand to Valere to kiss_).
[Footnote: This stage play is imitated by Congreve in _The Old Bachelor_, (Act iv., Scene 22) when Mrs. Fondlewife goes and hangs upon her husband"s neck and kisses him; whilst Bellmour kisses her hand behind Fondlewife"s back.]
SGAN. Oh, oh, my little pretty face, my poor little darling, you shall not pine long, I promise you. (_To Valere_). There, say no more.
You see I do not make her speak; it is me alone she loves.
VAL. Well, Madam, well, this is sufficient explanation. I learn by your words what you urge me to do; I shall soon know how to rid your presence of him who so greatly offends you.
ISA. You could not give me greater pleasure. For, to be brief, the sight of him is intolerable. It is odious to me, and I detest it so much...
SGAN. Eh! Eh!
ISA. Do I offend you by speaking thus? Do I...
SGAN. Heavens, by no means! I do not say that. But in truth, I pity his condition; you show your aversion too openly.
ISA. I cannot show it too much on such an occasion.
VAL. Yes, you shall be satisfied; in three days your eyes shall no longer see the object which is odious to you.
ISA. That is right. Farewell.
SGAN. (_To Valere_): I pity your misfortune, but...
VAL. No, you will hear no complaint from me. The lady a.s.suredly does us both justice, and I shall endeavour to satisfy her wishes. Farewell.
SGAN. Poor fellow! his grief is excessive. Stay, embrace me: I am her second self. (_Embraces Valere_)
SCENE XV--ISABELLA, SGANARELLE.
SGAN. I think he is greatly to be pitied.
ISA. Not at all.
SGAN. For the rest, your love touches me to the quick, little darling, and I mean it shall have its reward. Eight days are too long for your impatience; to-morrow I will marry you, and will not invite...
ISA. To-morrow!
SGAN. You modestly pretend to shrink from it; but I well know the joy these words afford you; you wish it were already over.
ISA. But...
SGAN. Let us get everything ready for this marriage.
ISA. (_Aside_), Heaven! Inspire me with a plan to put it off!
ACT III.
SCENE I.--ISABELLA, _alone_.
Yes, death seems to me a hundred times less dreadful than this fatal marriage into which I am forced; all that I am doing to escape its horrors should excuse me in the eyes of those who blame me. Time presses; it is night; now, then, let me fearlessly entrust my fate to a lover"s fidelity.
SCENE II.--SGANARELLE, ISABELLA.
SGAN. (_Speaking to those inside the house_). Here I am once more; to-morrow they are going, in my name...
ISA. O Heaven!
SGAN. Is it you, darling? Where are you going so late? You said when I left you that, being rather tired, you would shut yourself up in your room; you even begged that on my return I would let you be quiet till to-morrow morning....
ISA. It is true; but...
SGAN. But what?