44G OI.AVIGO: A TRAGEDY. 



pride or vanity, he must attract all hearts. And he is to be mine ! No, 

 sister ; I was never worthy of him, and now I am much less so ! 



Sop. But take him and be happy. I hear your brother ! 

 Enter Beaumarchais. 



Beau. Where is Guilbert ? 



Sop. He has been away some time already, he cannot remain much 

 longer. 



Mar. What is the matter brother ? {Springing up and felling on his 

 neck.} Dear brother, what is the matter? 



Beau. Nothing ! leave me, my Maria ! 



Mar. If I am your Maria, then tell me what affects you? 



Sop. Let him alone. Men often put on grave looks without exactly 

 having any thing at heart. 



Mar. No, no. Ah ! I have seen your face only a short time, but al- 

 ready I read in it every sentiment I perceive each feeling of your inge- 

 nuous, uncorrupted soul, upon your brow. There is something perplexes 

 you. Speak what is it ? 



Beau. It is nothing, love. I hope there is nothing in it. Clavigo 



Mar. How ? 



Beau. I called at Clavigo's. He is not at home. 



Sop. And that disturbs you ? 



Beau. His porter said he was set out upon a journey, he did not know 

 whither ! no one knew for how long ! If he caused himself to be denied ! 

 If he is actually gone upon a journey ! What does it mean ? Where- 

 fore ? 



Mar. We will wait and see. 



Beau. Your tongue belies you. Ha ! your pale cheeks, your trembling 

 frame, speak and shew that you cannot await it. Dear sister ! (Takes 

 her in his arms.} On this throbbing, agonized, trembling heart I swear. 

 Hear me, thou just God ! Hear me, all his holy saints ! You shall be 



avenged if he my brain maddens at the thought, if he relapse if he 



has made himself guilty of a twofold horrible perjury, and mocks our mi- 

 sery no, it is not possible cannot be possible you shall be avenged. 



Sop. You are so precipitate. Spare, her pray, brother. (Maria sits down.) 

 What is the matter ? you are fainting. 



Mar. No, no. You are so apprehensive directly. 



Sop. (Reaches her water.) Take the glass. 



Mar. Pray forbear ! it will be of no use. Now proceed. 



Beau. Where is Guilbert ? Where is Buenco ? Send for them, pray. 



(Exit Sophia.) 



Beau. How is it with you, Maria? 



Mar. Well, quite well ! Do you think, then, brother ? 



Beau. What, my love ? 



Mar. Ah ! 



Beau. Do you feel a difficulty in breathing? 



Mar. This violent beating of my heart takes away my breath. 



Beau. Have you no remedy, then ? Do you take nothing to abate it ? 



Mar. I know a remedy, for which I have long prayed. 



Beau. You shall have it, and I hope from my hand. 



Mar. It is well. 



Enter Sophia. 



Sop. A courier hds just left this letter; it comes from. Aranjuez. 



Beau. It is the hand and seal of our ambassador. 



Sop. I asked him to alight and take some refreshment ; but he declined, 

 because he had other despatches. 



Mar. Will you, love, send the girl for the doctor ? 



