Julia. Most right! I had forgot! I thank you, sir, For so reminding me; and give you joy, That what, I see, had been a burthen to you, Clif. A burthen to me! Mean you yourself? Are you that burthen, Julia? Fulia. [Aside.] On the brink Of what a precipice I'm standing! Back, One effort! There! [She returns to her seat, recovers her self-possession, To wed to-morrow night! Wed whom? A man Have thought of that! To-morrow night! This hour To which my heart such freezing welcome gives, [CLIFFORD retires up the stage out of JULIA'S sight. Is he gone! O docile lover! Do his mistress' wish Nor turn it over once, but many a time :- Could find it out, may not escape thee; then Say if these nuptials can be shunn'd with honour! Clif. They can. Julia. Then take me, Clifford ! [They embrace. SCENE FROM "THE HUNCHBACK.” HELEN. MODUS. Helen. I'm weary wandering from room to room; A castle after all is but a house The dullest one when lacking company. Poring upon a book. What's that you read? Enter MODUs. Mod. Latin, sweet cousin Helen. 'T is a naughty tongue, I fear, and teaches men to lie. Helen. You study it. You call your cousin sweet, And treat her as you would a crab. As sour 'T would seem you think her, so you covet her! Helen. No; nor men. Else would you better know their ways; nor read And well you served me, cousin, so to strike I'll put it in my pocket! Helen. Pick it up. He fears me as I were his grandmother! Mod. 'Tis Ovid's Art of Love. Helen. That Ovid was a fool! Mod. In what? Helen. In that! To call that thing an art, which art is none. Helen. Are you a fool As well as Ovid? Love an art! No art But taketh time and pains to learn. Love comes Most fit I let him see me play the fool! [A Servant enters with materials for writing. A table, sir, And chair. [Servant brings table and chair, and goes out. She sits awhile, vacantly gazing on letter-then looks at CLIFFORD. How plainly shows his humble suit! It fits not him that wears it! I have wrong'd him! [Rises, takes a chair, and approaches CLIFFORD. Pray you take a chair. [He bows, as acknowledging and declining the honour. She looks at him awhile. Clifford, why don't you speak to me? Clif. I trust You're happy. Julia. Happy! Very, very happy! You see I weep, I am so happy! Tears [She weeps. Are signs, you know, of nought but happiness! To be so happy!-Clifford ! Clif. Madam? Julia. Madam! I call thee Clifford, and thou call'st me madam ! Clif. Such the address my duty stints me to. Thou art the wife elect of a proud earl, Whose humble secretary, now, am I. Julia. Most right! I had forgot! I thank you, sir, For so reminding me; and give you joy, That what, I see, had been a burthen to you, Clif. A burthen to me! Mean you yourself? Are you that burthen, Julia? Fulia. [Aside.] On the brink Of what a precipice I'm standing! Back, To wed to-morrow night! Wed whom? A man Have thought of that! To-morrow night! This hour To which my heart such freezing welcome gives, Clifford! This moment leave me! [CLIFFORD retires up the stage out of JULIA'S sight. Is he gone! O docile lover! Do his mistress' wish |