Leo. Willingly, Sir; I have a bawble too I think you have some claim to; you'll wear it for my sake.
[Breaks a bracelet from her arm, and gives it him.
Car. Most thankfully; this too I shou'd restore you, it once was yours——[Giving her a table-book.] By your favour madam——there is a line or two in it, I think you did me once the honour to write with your own fair hand. Here it is.
[Reads.
You love me, Carlos, and would know
The secret movements of my heart:
Whether I give you mine or no,
With yours, methinks, I'd never, never part.
Thus you have encouraged me, and thus you have deceived me.
San. Very true.
Leo. I have some faithful lines too; I think I can produce 'em,
[Pulls out a table-book; reads, and then gives it him.
How long soe'er, to sigh in vain,
My destiny may prove,
My fate (in spite of your disdain)
Will let me glory in your chain,
And give me leave eternally to love.