The vows exchang'd 'tween Isabel and thee,
Thwarted the issue of his wild designs.
Theod. I knew not Isabel, beyond a moment
Pass'd in surprise and haste.
Aust. O, had malignant fortune toil'd to blast him,
Thus had she snar'd him in this fatal passion!—
And does young Adelaide return thy love?
Theod. Bless'd powers, she does! How can you frown, and hear it!
Her generous soul, first touch'd by gratitude,
Soon own'd a kinder, warmer sympathy.