Without a heart! Love sacrifices all things

To bless the thing it loves! He knows not love.
Father, his love is hate-his hope revenge!
My tears, my anguish, my remorse for falsehood-
These are the joys he wrings from our despair!

MONS. DESCHAP.

If thou deem'st thus, reject him! Shame and ruin
Were better than thy misery;-think no more on't.
My sand is well-nigh run-what boots it when
The glass is broken? We'll annul the contract.
And if to-morrow in the prisoner's cell
These aged limbs are laid, why still, my child,
I'll think thou art spared; and wait the Liberal Hour
That lays the beggar by the side of kings!

PAULINE.

No-no-forgive me! You, my honour'd father,—
You, who so loved, so cherish'd me, whose lips
Never knew one harsh word! I'm not ungrateful,
I am but human!-hush! Now, call the bride-

groom

You see I am prepared-no tears-all calm ;

But, father, talk no more of love!

MONS. DESCHAP.

My child,

'Tis but one struggle; he is young, rich, noble;

Thy state will rank first 'mid the dames of Lyons; And when this heart can shelter thee no more,

Thy youth will not be guardianless.

PAULINE.

I have set

My foot

upon the ploughshare-I will pass

The fiery ordeal. (Aside) Merciful Heaven, support

me!

And on the absent wanderer shed the light
Of happier stars-lost evermore to me!

Enter Madame Deschappelles, Beauseant, Glavis, and Notary.

MADAME DESCHAP.

Why, Pauline, you are quite in deshabille-you ought to be more alive to the importance of this joyful occasion. We had once looked higher, it is true; but you see, after all, Monsieur Beauseant's father was a Marquis, and that's a great comfort! Pedigree and jointure!—you have them both in Monsieur Beauseant. A young lady decorously brought up should only have two considerations in her choice of a husband-first, is his birth honorable,-secondly, will his death be advantageous? All other trifling details should be left to parental anxiety!

BEAUSEANT (approaching, and waving
aside Madame).

Ah, Pauline! let me hope that you are reconciled to an event which confers such rapture upon me.

PAULINE.

I am reconciled to my doom.

BEAUSEANT.

Doom is a harsh word, sweet lady

PAULINE (aside).

This man must have some mercy-his heart cannot be marble. (Aloud) Oh, Sir, be just-be generous!-Seize a noble triumph-a great revenge! -Save the father, and spare the child !

BEAUSEANT (aside).

Joy-joy alike to my hatred and my passion! The haughty Pauline is at last my suppliant. (Aloud) You ask from me what I have not the sublime virtue to grant a virtue reserved only for the gardener's son! I cannot forego my hopes

in the moment of their fulfilment !-I adhere to the contract-your father's ruin, or your hand!

PAULINE.

Then all is over. Sir, I have decided.

(The Clock strikes One.)

Enter Damas and Melnotte.

DAMAS.

Your servant, cousin Deschappelles - Let me introduce Colonel Morier.

MADAME DESCHAP. (curtsying very low).

What, the celebrated hero? This is indeed an honour!

(Melnotte bows and remains in the back-ground.)

DAMAS (to Pauline).

My little cousin, I congratulate you! What, no smile-no blush? You are going to be divorced from poor Melnotte, and marry this rich gentleman. You ought to be excessively happy!

Then you are the most-I will not say what you

are.

PAULINE.

You think ill of me-be it so-yet if

you knew

all

DAMAS.

There is some mystery-speak out, Pauline.

PAULINE (suddenly).

Oh! perhaps you can save me! you are our rela

tion-our friend. My father is on the verge of bankruptcy this day he requires a large sum to meet demands that cannot be denied; that sum Beauseant will advance-this hand the condition of the barter. Save me if you have the means-save me! You will be repaid above!

DAMAS (aside).

I recant-Women are not so bad after all!— (aloud) Humph, child! I cannot help you-I am too poor!

PAULINE.

The last plank to which I clung is shivered!

DAMAS.

Hold-you see my friend Morier: Melnotte is his most intimate friend-fought in the same fields— slept in the same tent. Have you any message to send to Melnotte ?-any word to soften this blow?

PAULINE.

He knows Melnotte-he will see him-he will bear to him my last farewell-approaches Melnotte) -He has a stern air-he turns away from me-he despises me! Sir, one word I beseech you.

MELNOTTE.

Her voice again! How the old time comes o'er me!