That is right. Farewell.
SGAN. (_To Val?re_): I pity your misfortune, but...
VAL. No, you will hear no complaint from me. The lady assuredly 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 Val?re_)
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.
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