Chapter_24

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Scene III. Indiana’s House.

Enter Isabella.

Isabella

What anxiety do I feel for this poor creature! What will be the end of her? Such a languishing unreserved passion for a man that at last must certainly leave or ruin her! and perhaps both! Then the aggravation of the distress is, that she does not believe he will⁠—not but, I must own, if they are both what they would seem, they are made for one another, as much as Adam and Eve were, for there is no other of their kind but themselves.

Enter Boy.

So, Daniel! what news with you?

Boy

Madam, there’s a gentleman below would speak with my lady.

Isabella

Sirrah! don’t you know Mr. Bevil yet?

Boy

Madam, ’tis not the gentleman who comes every day, and asks for you, and won’t go in till he knows whether you are with her or no.

Isabella

Ha! that’s a particular I did not know before. Well! be it who it will, let him come up to me.

Exit Boy; and reenters with Mr. Sealand; Isabella looks amazed.

Mr. Sealand

Madam, I can’t blame your being a little surprised to see a perfect stranger make a visit, and⁠—

Isabella

I am indeed surprised!⁠—I see he does not know me. Aside.

Mr. Sealand

You are very prettily lodged here, madam; in troth you seem to have everything in plenty⁠—A thousand a year, I warrant you, upon this pretty nest of rooms, and the dainty one within them. Aside, and looking about.

Isabella

Apart. Twenty years, it seems, have less effect in the alteration of a man of thirty than of a girl of fourteen⁠—he’s almost still the same; but alas! I find, by other men, as well as himself, I am not what I was. As soon as he spoke, I was convinced ’twas he; how shall I contain my surprise and satisfaction! He must not know me yet.

Mr. Sealand

Madam, I hope I don’t give you any disturbance; but there is a young lady here with whom I have a particular business to discourse, and I hope she will admit me to that favour.

Isabella

Why, sir, have you had any notice concerning her? I wonder who could give it you.

Mr. Sealand

That, madam, is fit only to be communicated to herself.

Isabella

Well, sir! you shall see her.⁠—Aside. I find he knows nothing yet, nor shall from me. I am resolved I will observe this interlude, this sport of nature and of fortune.⁠—You shall see her presently, sir; for now I am as a mother, and will trust her with you.

Exit.

Mr. Sealand

As a mother! right; that’s the old phrase for one of those commode ladies, who lend out beauty for hire to young gentlemen that have pressing occasions. But here comes the precious lady herself. In troth a very sightly woman⁠—

Enter Indiana.

Indiana

I am told, sir, you have some affair that requires your speaking with me.

Mr. Sealand

Yes, madam, there came to my hands a bill drawn by Mr. Bevil, which is payable tomorrow; and he, in the intercourse of business, sent it to me, who have cash of his, and desired me to send a servant with it; but I have made bold to bring you the money myself.

Indiana

Sir! was that necessary?

Mr. Sealand

No, madam; but to be free with you, the fame of your beauty, and the regard which Mr. Bevil is a little too well known to have for you, excited my curiosity.

Indiana

Too well known to have for me! Your sober appearance, sir, which my friend described, made me expect no rudeness, or absurdity, at least⁠—Who’s there?⁠—Sir, if you pay the money to a servant, ’twill be as well.

Mr. Sealand

Pray, madam, be not offended; I came hither on an innocent, nay, a virtuous design; and, if you will have patience to hear me, it may be as useful to you, as you are in a friendship with Mr. Bevil, as to my only daughter, whom I was this day disposing of.

Indiana

You make me hope, sir, I have mistaken you. I am composed again; be free, say on⁠—Aside.⁠—what I am afraid to hear.

Mr. Sealand

I feared, indeed, an unwarranted passion here, but I did not think it was in abuse of so worthy an object, so accomplished a lady as your sense and mien bespeak; but the youth of our age care not what merit and virtue they bring to shame, so they gratify⁠—

Indiana

Sir, you are going into very great errors; but as you are pleased to say you see something in me that has changed at least the colour of your suspicions, so has your appearance altered mine, and made me earnestly attentive to what has any way concerned you to inquire into my affairs and character.

Mr. Sealand

How sensibly, with what an air she talks!

Indiana

Good sir, be seated, and tell me tenderly; keep all your suspicions concerning me alive, that you may in a proper and prepared way acquaint me why the care of your daughter obliges a person of your seeming worth and fortune to be thus inquisitive about a wretched, helpless, friendless⁠—Weeping. But I beg your pardon; though I am an orphan, your child is not; and your concern for her, it seems, has brought you hither.⁠—I’ll be composed; pray go on, sir.

Mr. Sealand

How could Mr. Bevil be such a monster, to injure such a woman?

Indiana

No, sir, you wrong him; he has not injured me. My support is from his bounty.

Mr. Sealand

Bounty! when gluttons give high prices for delicates, they are prodigious bountiful.

Indiana

Still, still you will persist in that error. But my own fears tell me all. You are the gentleman, I suppose, for whose happy daughter he is designed a husband by his good father, and he has, perhaps, consented to the overture. He was here this morning, dressed beyond his usual plainness⁠—nay, most sumptuously⁠—and he is to be, perhaps, this night a bridegroom.

Mr. Sealand

I own he was intended such; but, madam, on your account, I have determined to defer my daughter’s marriage till I am satisfied from your own mouth of what nature are the obligations you are under to him.

Indiana

His actions, sir; his eyes have only made me think he designed to make me the partner of his heart. The goodness and gentleness of his demeanour made me misinterpret all. ’Twas my own hope, my own passion, that deluded me; he never made one amorous advance to me. His large heart, and bestowing hand, have only helped the miserable; nor know I why, but from his mere delight in virtue, that I have been his care and the object on which to indulge and please himself with pouring favours.

Mr. Sealand

Madam, I know not why it is, but I, as well as you, am methinks afraid of entering into the matter I came about; but ’tis the same thing as if we had talked never so distinctly⁠—he ne’er shall have a daughter of mine.

Indiana

If you say this from what you think of me, you wrong yourself and him. Let not me, miserable though I may be, do injury to my benefactor. No, sir, my treatment ought rather to reconcile you to his virtues. If to bestow without a prospect of return; if to delight in supporting what might, perhaps, be thought an object of desire, with no other view than to be her guard against those who would not be so disinterested; if these actions, sir, can in a careful parent’s eye commend him to a daughter, give yours, sir, give her to my honest, generous Bevil. What have I to do but sigh, and weep, and rave, run wild, a lunatic in chains, or, hid in darkness, mutter in distracted starts and broken accents my strange, strange story!

Mr. Sealand

Take comfort, madam.

Indiana

All my comfort must be to expostulate in madness, to relieve with frenzy my despair, and shrieking to demand of fate why⁠—why was I born to such variety of sorrows.

Mr. Sealand

If I have been the least occasion⁠—

Indiana

No, ’twas Heaven’s high will I should be such; to be plundered in my cradle! tossed on the seas! and even there an infant captive! to lose my mother, hear but of my father! to be adopted! lose my adopter! then plunged again into worse calamities!

Mr. Sealand

An infant captive!

Indiana

Yet then, to find the most charming of mankind, once more to set me free from what I thought the last distress, to load me with his services, his bounties, and his favours; to support my very life in a way that stole, at the same time, my very soul itself from me.

Mr. Sealand

And has young Bevil been this worthy man?

Indiana

Yet then, again, this very man to take another! without leaving me the right, the pretence of easing my fond heart with tears! For, oh! I can’t reproach him, though the same hand that raised me to this height now throws me down the precipice.

Mr. Sealand

Dear lady! Oh, yet one moment’s patience: my heart grows full with your affliction.⁠—But yet there’s something in your story that⁠—

Indiana

My portion here is bitterness and sorrow.

Mr. Sealand

Do not think so. Pray answer me: does Bevil know your name and family?

Indiana

Alas! too well! Oh, could I be any other thing than what I am⁠—I’ll tear away all traces of my former self, my little ornaments, the remains of my first state, the hints of what I ought to have been⁠—

In her disorder she throws away a bracelet, which Sealand takes up, and looks earnestly on it.

Mr. Sealand

Ha! what’s this? My eyes are not deceived! It is, it is the same! the very bracelet which I bequeathed to my wife at our last mournful parting.

Indiana

What said you, sir? Your wife? Whither does my fancy carry me? What means this unfelt motion at my heart? And yet, again my fortune but deludes me; for if I err not, sir, your name is Sealand; but my lost father’s name was⁠—

Mr. Sealand

Danvers; was it not?

Indiana

What new amazement? That is, indeed, my family.

Mr. Sealand

Know, then, when my misfortunes drove me to the Indies, for reasons too tedious now to mention, I changed my name of Danvers into Sealand.

Enter Isabella.

Isabella

If yet there wants an explanation of your wonder, examine well this face (yours, sir, I well remember), gaze on and read in me your sister, Isabella.

Mr. Sealand

My sister!

Isabella

But here’s a claim more tender yet⁠—your Indiana, sir, your long-lost daughter.

Mr. Sealand

Oh, my child! my child!

Indiana

All gracious Heaven! is it possible! do I embrace my father?

Mr. Sealand

And I do hold thee.⁠—These passions are too strong for utterance. Rise, rise, my child, and give my tears their way.⁠—Oh, my sister! Embracing her.

Isabella

Now, dearest niece, my groundless fears, my painful cares no more shall vex thee. If I have wronged thy noble lover with too much suspicion, my just concern for thee, I hope, will plead my pardon.

Mr. Sealand

Oh! make him, then, the full amends, and be yourself the messenger of joy. Fly this instant! tell him all these wondrous turns of Providence in his favour! Tell him I have now a daughter to bestow which he no longer will decline; that this day he still shall be a bridegroom; nor shall a fortune, the merit which his father seeks, be wanting. Tell him the reward of all his virtues waits on his acceptance.

Exit Isabella.

My dearest Indiana! Turns and embraces her.

Indiana

Have I, then, at last, a father’s sanction on my love? His bounteous hand to give, and make my heart a present worthy of Bevil’s generosity?

Mr. Sealand

Oh, my child! how are our sorrows past o’erpaid by such a meeting! Though I have lost so many years of soft paternal dalliance with thee, yet, in one day to find thee thus, and thus bestow thee, in such perfect happiness, is ample, ample reparation!⁠—And yet, again, the merit of thy lover⁠—

Indiana

Oh! had I spirits left to tell you of his actions! how strongly filial duty has suppressed his love; and how concealment still has doubled all his obligations; the pride, the joy of his alliance, sir, would warm your heart, as he has conquered mine.

Mr. Sealand

How laudable is love when born of virtue! I burn to embrace him⁠—

Indiana

See, sir, my aunt already has succeeded, and brought him to your wishes.

Enter Isabella, with Sir John Bevil, Bevil Jr., Mrs. Sealand, Cimberton, Myrtle, and Lucinda.

John Bevil

Entering. Where, where’s this scene of wonder? Mr. Sealand, I congratulate, on this occasion, our mutual happiness⁠—Your good sister, sir, has, with the story of your daughter’s fortune, filled us with surprise and joy. Now all exceptions are removed; my son has now avowed his love, and turned all former jealousies and doubts to approbation; and, I am told, your goodness has consented to reward him.

Mr. Sealand

If, sir, a fortune equal to his father’s hopes can make this object worthy his acceptance.

Bevil Jr.

I hear your mention, sir, of fortune, with pleasure only as it may prove the means to reconcile the best of fathers to my love. Let him be provident, but let me be happy.⁠—My ever-destined, my acknowledged wife! Embracing Indiana.

Indiana

Wife! Oh, my ever loved! My lord! my master!

John Bevil

I congratulate myself, as well as you, that I had a son who could, under such disadvantages, discover your great merit.

Mr. Sealand

Oh, Sir John! how vain, how weak is human prudence! What care, what foresight, what imagination could contrive such blest events, to make our children happy, as Providence in one short hour has laid before us?

Cimberton

To Mrs. Sealand. I am afraid, madam, Mr. Sealand is a little too busy for our affair. If you please, we’ll take another opportunity.

Mrs. Sealand

Let us have patience, sir.

Cimberton

But we make Sir Geoffry wait, madam.

Myrtle

O, sir, I am not in haste.

During this, Bevil Jr., presents Lucinda to Indiana.

Mr. Sealand

But here! here’s our general benefactor! Excellent young man, that could be at once a lover to her beauty and a parent to her virtue.

Bevil Jr.

If you think that an obligation, sir, give me leave to overpay myself, in the only instance that can now add to my felicity, by begging you to bestow this lady on Mr. Myrtle.

Mr. Sealand

She is his without reserve; I beg he may be sent for. Mr. Cimberton, notwithstanding you never had my consent, yet there is, since I last saw you, another objection to your marriage with my daughter.

Cimberton

I hope, sir, your lady has concealed nothing from me?

Mr. Sealand

Troth, sir, nothing but what was concealed from myself⁠—another daughter, who has an undoubted title to half my estate.

Cimberton

How, Mr. Sealand? Why, then, if half Mrs. Lucinda’s fortune is gone, you can’t say that any of my estate is settled upon her. I was in treaty for the whole; but if that is not to be come at, to be sure there can be no bargain. Sir, I have nothing to do but take my leave of your good lady, my cousin, and beg pardon for the trouble I have given this old gentleman.

Myrtle

That you have, Mr. Cimberton, with all my heart. Discovers himself.

All

Mr. Myrtle!

Myrtle

And I beg pardon of the whole company that I assumed the person of Sir Geoffry, only to be present at the danger of this lady being disposed of, and in her utmost exigence to assert my right to her; which, if her parents will ratify, as they once favoured my pretensions, no abatement of fortune shall lessen her value to me.

Lucinda

Generous man!

Mr. Sealand

If, sir, you can overlook the injury of being in treaty with one who has meanly left her, as you have generously asserted your right in her, she is yours.

Lucinda

Mr. Myrtle, though you have ever had my heart, yet now I find I love you more, because I bring you less.

Myrtle

We have much more than we want; and I am glad any event has contributed to the discovery of our real inclinations to each other.

Mrs. Sealand

Well! however, I’m glad the girl’s disposed of, anyway. Aside.

Bevil Jr.

Myrtle, no longer rivals now, but brothers!

Myrtle

Dear Bevil, you are born to triumph over me! but now our competition ceases; I rejoice in the preeminence of your virtue, and your alliance adds charms to Lucinda.

John Bevil

Now, ladies and gentlemen, you have set the world a fair example: your happiness is owing to your constancy and merit; and the several difficulties you have struggled with evidently show⁠—

Whate’er the generous mind itself denies,

The secret care of Providence supplies.

Exeunt.