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Show n8 The FATAL MARRIAGE; ft*. I am fornething in hafte at prefent: To-Morrow you fhall know more. [ft»| SCENE IftbellaV Houfe. *»,er Ifabella mi Surf., I^ella's tele Sm « K.J ## Floor. Ifa. Sooner, or later, all thing.£«* *way, And are more : The Beggar and the King, W t h equal Steps, tread forward to their End : Tho' they appear of different Natures n o w ; Not of the fame day's work of Providence j They meet at laft 5 the reconciling Grave Swallows Diftintfion firft, that made us Foes. Then all alike lie down in Peace together. When will that hour of Peace arrive for m e ! In Heav'n I (hall find it not in Heav'n, If m y old Tyrant Father can difpofe O f things above but, there, his Intereft May be as poor as mine, and want a Friend As much as I do here. Wj Nurfe. Good Madam, be comforted. Ifa. D o I defervc to be this out-caft Wretch ? Abandon'd thus, and loft ? But 'tis m y Lot, The Will of Heav'n, and I muft not complain : I wonnot for m y felf: Let m e bear all The violence of your Wrath ; but fpare m y Child. Let not m y Sin? be vifited on him : They are; tbey muft ; a general Ruin falls O n every thing about m e : Thou art loft, Poor Nurfe, by being near mc. Nurfe. I can work, or beg, to do you fervice; Ifa. Cou'd I forget What I have been, I-might the better bear What I am deftin'd to: I'm not thc firft That have been wretched : But to think how much 1 have been happier ! - Wild hurrying Thoughts Start every way from m y diftra&ed Soul, T o find out Hope, and only meet Defpair. "What Anfwer have I ? Or, The Inmcent Adultery, uf Enter Sampfon. Sam. W h y truly very little to the purpofe: Like a Jem is he is, he fays you have had more already, than the jewels are worth : H e w.fhes you wou'd rather think of redeeming 'em, than expea any more Mony upon 'em. Ifa. 'Tis very well [Exit Sampfon. So: Poverty at home, and Debts abroad ! My prefent Fortune bad 4 m y Hopes yet worfe ! What will become of m e 1 This Ring is all I've left of Value n o w ! Twas given me by m y Husband : His firft Gift Upon our Marriage .• I have always kept it, With my beft Care, the Treafure next m y Life: And now but part with it, to fupport Life: Which only can be dearer. Take it Nurfe, 'Twill ftop the cries of Hunger for a time; Provide us Bread j and bring a fhort Reprieve, To put off the bad day of Beggary, That will come on too foon. Take care of it: Manage it, as the laft remaining Friend, That would relieve us. [Exit Nurfe.'] Heav'n can orfy tell Where we (hall find another-'-My dear Boy ! The Labour of his Birth was lighter to m e Than of my Fondnefs n o w ; m y Fears lor him Are more, than in that Hour of hovering Death, They cou'd be for m y felf--He minds m e not. His little Sports have taken up his Thoughts : 0 may they never feel the Pangs of mine. Thinking will make m e mad : W h y muft I think, When no Thought brings m e Comfort ? Nurfe returns. Nurfe. O Madam ! you are utterly ruin'd, and undone^ your Creditors of all kinds are come in upon you: They have mufter'd up a Regiment of Rogues, that are come 0 plunder your Houfe. and feixc upon all you have in the World, they are below: what will you do, Madam ? Ifa. Do ! nothing, no, for I am born to futfer. Enter Carlos to her. Car. 0 Sifter! can I call you by that Name, And be the Son of this inhuman Man, lave- |