_Enter_ DON CARLOS.
So, friend, is Antonio found?
_Don Car_. I could not meet with him, lady; but I doubt not my friend
Isaac will be here with him presently.
_Don. Louisa_. Oh, shame! you have used no diligence. Is this your
courtesy to a lady, who has trusted herself to your protection?
_Don Car_. Indeed, madam, I have not been remiss.
_Don. Louisa_. Well, well; but if either of you had known how each
moment of delay weighs upon the heart of her who loves, and waits the
object of her love, oh, ye would not then have trifled thus!
_Don Car_. Alas, I know it well!
_Don. Louisa_. Were you ever in love, then?
_Don Car_. I was, lady; but, while I have life, I will never be again.
_Don. Louisa_. Was your mistress so cruel?
_Don Car_. If she had always been so, I should have been happier.
SONG.
Oh, had my love ne'er smiled on me,
I ne'er had known such anguish;
But think how false, how cruel she,
To bid me cease to languish;
To bid me hope her hand to gain,
Breathe on a flame half perish'd;
And then with cold and fixed disdain,
To kill the hope she cherish'd.
Not worse his fate, who on a wreck,
That drove as winds did blow it,
Silent had left the shatter'd deck,
To find a grave below it.
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