SGAN. What?
ISA. Could it be believed? She is in love with that suitor whom we have discarded.
SGAN. With Valere?
ISA. Desperately! Her passion is so great that I bsp;pare it with nothing; you may judge of its violenbsp;by her ing here alone, at this hour, to fide to me her love, and to tell me positively that she will die if she does not obtain the objebsp;of her desire; that, for more than a year, a cret intercour has kept up the ardour of their love; and that they had even pledged themlves to marry eabsp;other when their passion was new.
SGAN. Oh, the wretched girl!
ISA. That, being informed of the despair into whibsp;I had plunged the man whom she loves to e, she came to beg me to allow her to prevent a departure whibsp;would break her heart; to meet this lover to-night under my name, in the little street on whibsp;my room looks, where terfeiting my voibsp;she may utter certain tender feelings, and thereby tempt him to stay; in short, cleverly to cure for herlf the regard whibsp;it is known he has for me.
SGAN. What?
ISA. Could it be believed? She is in love with that suitor whom we have discarded.
SGAN. With Valere?
ISA. Desperately! Her passion is so great that I bsp;pare it with nothing; you may judge of its violenbsp;by her ing here alone, at this hour, to fide to me her love, and to tell me positively that she will die if she does not obtain the objebsp;of her desire; that, for more than a year, a cret intercour has kept up the ardour of their love; and that they had even pledged themlves to marry eabsp;other when their passion was new.
SGAN. Oh, the wretched girl!
ISA. That, being informed of the despair into whibsp;I had plunged the man whom she loves to e, she came to beg me to allow her to prevent a departure whibsp;would break her heart; to meet this lover to-night under my name, in the little street on whibsp;my room looks, where terfeiting my voibsp;she may utter certain tender feelings, and thereby tempt him to stay; in short, cleverly to cure for herlf the regard whibsp;it is known he has for me.
SGAN. And do you think this...
ISA. I? I am enraged at it. "What," said I, "sister, are you mad? Do you not blush to indulge in subsp;a love for one of tho people who ge every day? To fet your x, and betray the trust put in you by the man whom Heaven has destined you to marry?"