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 | Poems descriptive, dramatic, legendary and contemplative |  |
SCENE III.
The house of Mrs. Jervas in Walnut-street. Enter Mrs. J. and Robert Warren.Mrs. J.
Art sure of what you tell me?
Warren.
Never doubt it!—
Matthews, who writes me, is an ancient friend
Who knows this Maurice well. He sees him often,
Though it would seem that Maurice knows not him.
His rising fortunes favor you! 'Twere well
You sought your niece. You are her kinswoman,—
The nearest,—and the loss of all your fortune,
By failure of the bank—
Mrs. J.
But Maurice likes me not!
Warren.
Natural enough! You still opposed his passion;
But things are alter'd now. You've but to show him
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That you denied his suit. But, go to her;—
He's doing well—is popular—grows wealthy;
And now that Fortune looks with smiles on him,
He well may smile on you! You'll live with them,
And we shall meet there.
Mrs. J.
We? Meet?
Warren.
Did I not love her?
Mrs. J.
Ah!—
Warren.
And should he die?—Should accident, or—
Mrs. J.
I see! I see!
Warren.
You are my friend, and you will show her—
Mrs. J.
Ah! trust me, Robert Warren—
Warren.
That's enough!
We understand each other. You will go,—
Her only kinswoman—to seek her out.
You have but her in the world! Say you have err'd;
It was because you loved her that you strove,
'Gainst one, who, whatsoe'er his worth and talent,
Was not o'erbless'd by Fortune! He may frown,
But cannot well deny you; and, for Clarice—
She will not, sure, repel her mother's sister.
Mrs. J.
I'll go! I need the succor of my kindred.
Warren.
We'll meet then; but you must not know me there!
'Tis not my policy to vex my rival,
Provoke suspicion, move his jealousy,
Or startle her by any bold renewal,
Of pleadings late denied. Should you discover
That he who, in their presence, stands before you,
Is other than he seems, you will know nothing;
Since that may spoil your game as well as mine.
Mrs. J.
You are a deep one!
Warren.
When I have your counsel!
This Maurice thought but humbly of your judgment.
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By his own proud conceit and arrogance,
And held himself an oracle. 'Twere wise
If still you suffer'd him to fancy thus—
Check'd him in nothing—never counsell'd him—
For still I know he holds your wisdom cheaply,
And scorns the experience which might rise against
His own assured opinion. Such a person
Needs but sufficient cord—
Mrs. J.
And he shall have it!
Warren.
I'll seek your counsel soon, and you shall teach me
What is our proper action. You will find me
More ready to confide in your experience,
Than him whose cunning seem'd to baffle it.
Farewell then, madam, till we meet again.
[Exit Warren.
Mrs. J.
Farewell, sir! A most excellent young man!
This Maurice shall not carry it at will,—
He scorns me,—does he? He shall feel me still!
[Exit.
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