Judge.
Ay, I've heard the story.
And you resign her now?
Henry Bolton.
Not while I live!
I mean to marry her at once—to-day;
Before this only father she has known
Is dead:—he will die soon.
Judge.
Wed her! this unknown!
Ah! Henry, this to me! Why, you are mad!
Henry Bolton.
My father, I have told you my resolve;
You've heard me own my love for Isabelle;
To have your approbation of my choice
Would fill my cup of earthly happiness;
But I shall marry her e'en though the act
Bring banishment from you.
Judge.
You promised, Henry,
To wait a year.