ISA. (Aside), Heaven! Inspire me with a plan to put it off!
ACT III.
SCENE I.—ISABELLA, alone.
Yes, death seems to me a hundred times less dreadful than this fatal marriage into which I am forced; all that I am doing to escape its horrors should excuse me in the eyes of those who blame me. Time presses; it is night; now, then, let me fearlessly entrust my fate to a lover's fidelity.
SCENE II.—SGANARELLE, ISABELLA.
SGAN. (Speaking to those inside the house). Here I am once more; to-morrow they are going, in my name…
ISA. O Heaven!
SGAN. Is it you, darling? Where are you going so late? You said when I left you that, being rather tired, you would shut yourself up in your room; you even begged that on my return I would let you be quiet till to-morrow morning….
ISA. It is true; but…
SGAN. But what?