LALAGE. What didst thou say, Jacinta? Now I bethink me Thou hast not spoken lately of thy wedding. How fares good Ugo?—and when is it to be? Can I do aught?-is there no farther aid Thou needest, Jacinta? JACINTA. Is there no farther aid! That's meant for me. [Aside.] I'm sure, Madam, you need not Be always throwing those jewels in my teeth. There's Ugo says the ring is only paste, For he's sure the Count Castiglione never [LALAGE bursts into tears, and leans her head [Exit. upon the LALAGE. Poor Lalage!—and is it come to this? Thy servant maid!--but courage!-'tis but a viper [Taking up the mirror. Ha! here at least's a friend-too much a friend In earlier days—a friend will not deceive thee. Inurned and entombed !-now, in a tone Low, sad, and solemn, but most audible, Whispers of early grave untimely yawning For ruined maid. Fair mirror and true!-thou liest not! Thou hast no end to gain-no heart to break— Castiglione lied who said he loved Thou true-he false !-false-false! [While she speaks, a MONK enters her apartment, and approaches unobserved. MONK. Refuge thou hast, Sweet daughter! in Heaven. Think of eternal things; Give up thy soul to penitence, and pray! LALAGE [arising hurriedly.. I cannot pray!-My soul is at war with God! The sweet airs from the garden worry me! Thy presence grieves me-go!-thy priestly raiment Fills me with dread-thy ebony crucifix With horror and awe! |