_Wal_. Sir Thomas Clifford, take my daughter's hand! If now you know the master of her heart! Give it, my Julia! You suspect, I see, And rightly, there has been some masking here. Content thee, daughter, thou shalt know anon, How jealousy of my mis-shapen back Made me mistrustful of a child's affections-- Who doubted e'en a wife's--so that I dropped The title of thy father, lest thy duty Should pay the debt thy love could solve alone. All this and more, that to thy friends and thee Pertains, at fitting time thou shalt be told. But now thy nuptials wait--the happy close Of thy hard trial--wholesome, though severe! The world won't cheat thee now--thy heart is proved;-- Thou know'st thy peace by finding out its bane, And ne'er will act from reckless impulse more! Footnotes: {1} The other play, The Love-Chase, is released in a separated eText with Project Gutenberg and not included here.--DP. {2} In representation, the passages following this are curtailed and the scene runs as follows:-- Master Walter continues-- The first side shows their passion in the dawn-- In the next side 'tis shining open day-- In the third there's clouding--I but touch on these To make a long tale brief, and bring thee to The last side. _Julia_. What shows that? _Wal_. The fate of love That will not be advised.--The scene's a dungeon, Its tenant is the page--he lies in fetters. _Julia_. Hard! Hard as the steel, the hands that put them on! &c.