Vict. 'Would I could find words to please you!
Car. You cannot; therefore leave me, or suffer me to go, without attempting to follow me.
Vict. Is it possible you can be so barbarous?
Car. Do not expostulate; your first vowed duty is obedience—that word so grating to your sex.
Vict. To me it was never grating; to obey you has been my joy; even now, I will not dispute your will, though I feel, for the first time, obedience hateful. [Going, and then turning back.] Oh, Carlos! my dear Carlos! I go, but my soul remains with you.
[Exit, l.
Car. Oh, horrible! had I not taken this harsh measure, I must have killed myself; for how could I tell her that I have made her a beggar? better she should hate, detest me, than that my tenderness should give her a prospect of felicity, which now she can never taste. Oh, wine-created spirit! where art thou now? Madness, return to me again! for reason presents me nothing but despair.
Enter Julio, from the top, r. u. e.
Julio. Carlos, who the devil can they be? my charming little witch was inflexible. I hope yours has been more communicative.
Car. Folly! Nonsense!