Page:Inchbald - Lovers vows.djvu/51

39 overtakes the one. The other, weeping and mourning, yet looks forward to the bright region where he hall meet his till urviving partner, among trees and flowers which themelves have planted, in fields of eternal verdure.

You may tell my father—I’ll marry. [Ries.]

This picture is pleaing; but I mut beg you not to forget that there is another on the ame ubject.—When convenience, and fair appearance joined to folly and ill-humour, forge the fetters of matrimony, they gall with their weight the married pair. Dicontented with each other—at variance in opinions—their mutual averion increaes with the years they live together. They contend mot, where they hould mot unite; torment, where they hould mot oothe. In this rugged way, choaked with the weeds of upicion, jealouy, anger, and hatred, they take their daily journey, till one of thee alo leep in death. The other then lifts up his dejected head, and calls out in acclamations of joy—Oh, liberty! dear liberty!

I will not marry.

You mean to ay, you will not fall in love.

Oh no! [ahamed] I am in love.

Are in love! [tarting] And with the Count?

I wih I was.

Why o?