The Female Gamester: A Tragedy Part 14

MARIA. You've quite reviv'd my spirits with the thought.

I think the whole is like to fall on Jefferson.

Mrs. ANDREWS. This night, I am to be at lady Meldmay's; But lady Belmour claims my first attention.

MARIA. I thought that those unfortunate discoveries Had lower'd your spirits so, you had resolv'd To keep at home this night.

Mrs. ANDREWS. Your hit is just.

But it is now too late to send excuse.

Where's my husband?

MARIA. He left the city, early.

Mrs. ANDREWS. 'Tis time to dress--attend me at my toilet------ [They go off.]

SCENE III.

Mr. ANDREWS's house.

LUCIA alone.

LUCIA. I but now met him, and methought he shunn'd me.

Unusual this from his most gentle nature.

But deep distress seem'd on his brow imprinted, And rumours are unkind to him of late, Though none stood higher once in fair repute.

O Jefferson! would I cou'd tear thee hence, From this fond heart, and its lost peace restore!--- But soft! I hear my dear Constantia's voice.

Enter CONSTANTIA.

CONSTANTIA. O Lucia! I'm of women most unhappy; No more must I of that chos'n youth have hope, In whom my ev'ry thought, my soul is center'd.

LUCIA. You quite astonish me--it cannot be.

Even the day was fix'd for your espousals.

CONSTANTIA. O! but lord Belmour, his relentless uncle, Hath just now charg'd my father, that henceforth His visits here be countenanced no more; Vowing most solemnly, that shou'd we wed, He'd disinherit him. Besides in speech He hath much flighted us.

LUCIA. Most distressful!

CONSTANTIA. From such examples, Lucia, we may learn To dread those prospects of illusive fortune, Which shew like havens on a treach'rous sh.o.r.e, And lure us to our ruin.

LUCIA. Happy man!

How by the tyrant custom art thou favour'd!

Canst speak the anguish of the love-sick heart, And from the hand that wounds implore relief: Whilst we in silent secrecy must shelter The deadly shaft, that rooted rankles there, And wastes the virgin bloom. Nor is this all; Should but the modest blush, the fault'ring speech, Or the disorder of the conscious soul, Betray the fondness it would fain conceal; Not only cold indifference, but neglect, Is full too oft the base return we meet.--

CONSTANTIA. Ha! Lucia! whence these fears? am I despis'd?

What have I done! I have betray'd myself.

O! I conjure thee, by the sacred tie Of honour, friends.h.i.+p, confidence and love, Speak nought of this, but leave me to despair!

LUCIA. Alas! 'tis my poor heart betrays itself. [Aside]

Why to despair? by all those sacred ties!

Thou wert not in my thoughts in what I've utter'd.

Hath yet lord Weston heard these fatal tidings?

CONSTANTIA. Full well you know how long he hath been absent: 'Tis that distracts my soul.--How hath he vow'd, That if a day pa.s.s'd by, and we asunder, He felt it as the absence of an age!

LUCIA. My dear Constantia! banish all such thoughts.

He hath a soul superior to all falsehood.

Affairs, 'tis said, of moment call'd him hence, And his return is ev'ry hour expected.

CONSTANTIA. True, he is all that's gen'rous, great and n.o.ble, All that stirs envy and respect in man, Or love in woman. O my friend, my Lucia!

Thou know'st not half the fondness of mine heart: Oft have I wish'd (so will love's fancy rave) That he had been the guardian of a flock, And I the sovereign of unbounded realms, To make him partner of that heart and throne: Or that we had been rear'd, 'midst rural innocence, A low, yet happy pair; with what delight, My tender frame had shared the harvest toil, To close with intercourse of souls the day!

Enter a SERVANT.

SERVANT. Madam, lord Weston's in the anti-chamber.

CONSTANTIA. [To the SERVANT] Withdraw awhile-- [He withdraws.]

Be still, my flutt'ring heart!

Haste, Lucia, if thou lov'st me, make excuse: Say, I am indispos'd--retir'd--yet stay.

Why thus conceal the truth which must be known?

Tell him, I cannot, must not, dare not see him-- Yet, stay again--where is my father now?

LUCIA. I know not; he went forth some hours ago.

CONSTANTIA. 'Tis fit, lord Weston knows my father's orders, That I no more admit his visits here.

Say, what would you advise? pause not, but speak.

LUCIA. I'd see him, for the reason you have mention'd; Not rashly cast away a gem so precious.

CONSTANTIA. How soon we yield to that the heart approves!

Who waits without? [Enter a SERVANT] Conduct lord Weston hither.

Enter Lord WESTON. LUCIA withdraws.

Lord WESTON. Am I so bless'd to view thee once again!

O! my Constantia, could'st thou but conceive What I have suffer'd in this tedious absence, Of which the cause hath been conceal'd from thee!

Yet, whilst I languish'd on the verge of fate, Thy image ne'er forsook my tortur'd fancy, And its wild ravings were of nought but thee.

CONSTANTIA. Would heav'n this interview had not been now! [Aside]

Lord WESTON. Ha! not a word! not even a look this way!

All ailments, every pang were ease to this.

I read some dreadful sentence in thine eye.-- What mean those s.h.i.+verings?------Why that look of anguish?

Sure, cruelty ne'er wore a form like thine!

CONSTANTIA. What can I say? my tongue denies its office. [Aside]

My lord, you have by this untimely visit, Led me to break my father's strict injunction.

A father, dear as my heart's vital drops.