Another prospect of Don Bernard’s house.
(Leonora; Citizen; Don Bernard)
Leonora waits at her window for someone to pass by; finally, a citizen with a face she trusts passes by, and she calls to him. She throws him some money and a letter, asking him to deliver it to Julio. (40 lines)
Enter Leonora, above.
How tediously I’ve waited at the window,
Yet know not one that passes. Should I trust
My letter to a stranger, whom I think
To bear an honest face, (in which sometimes
We fancy we are wond’rous skillful) then
I might be much deceiv’d. This late example
Of base Henriquez, bleeding in me now,
From each good aspect takes away my trust:
For his face seem’d to promise truth and honor.
Since nature’s gifts in noblest forms deceive,
Be happy you, that want ’em!—Here comes one;
I’ve seen him, though I know him not; he has
An honest face too—that’s no matter. Sir!—
As you were of a virtuous matron born,
(There is no doubt, you are) I do conjure you
Grant me one boon. Say, do you know me, sir?
Ay, Leonora, and your worthy father.
I have not time to press the suit I’ve to you
With many words; nay, I should want the words,
Though I had leisure: but for love of justice,
And as you pity misery—but I wander
Wide from my subject. Know you Julio, sir?
Yes, very well; and love him too, as well.
Oh, there an angel spake! Then I conjure you,
Convey this paper to him: and believe me,
You do heav’n service in’t, and shall have cause
Not to repent your pains. I know not what
Your fortune is;—pardon me, gentle sir,
That I am bold to offer this.
Throws down a purse with money.
I trust to you; heav’n put it in your heart
To work me some relief.
Doubt it not, lady. You have mov’d me so,
That though a thousand dangers barr’d my way,
I’d dare ’em all to serve you.
Thanks from a richer hand than mine requite you!
I come:—Oh, Julio, feel but half my grief,
and thou wilt outfly time to bring relief.
Exit Leonora from the window.