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But, unluckily, the news of their happiness reached the wicked queen, whose only pleasure was to torment others, and Jacinta more than anyone else, on account of her beauty.
I hear no noise, sure 'twas he, and he's gone in To reap those Joys he knows not how to value, And I must languish for; I'll stay a little perhaps Jacinta may return again, for anything belonging to my Julia is dear, even to my Soul. Fran. Who's there? what wou'd you have? who wou'd you speak to? who do you come from? and what's your business? Car. Hah, 'tis the Sot himself; my name is Carlos.
I am not pretty myself, but I should die of shame if mine were like them." After this last blow, the old witch, having repeated what the queen had taught her, hobbled off, with a harsh croak of laughter, leaving poor Jacinta dissolved in tears, prone on the ground beneath the apple-trees. Nothing could divert her mind from her grief. "I am ugly I am ugly," she repeated constantly.
I know not, this noise of Weddings has set me agog, and I'll e'en in, and try what 'tis. Antonio, Clara, and Jacinta. Guil. Come, Madam, your Honour and I have something else to do, before I have fully dub'd you a Viscountess. Isa. Ah, Heav'ns, what's that? Guil. Why a certain Ceremony, which must be performed between a pair of Sheets, but we'll let it alone till Night. Isa.
Hah, the Door opens, and surely 'tis a Woman that advances: dear Antonio, wait a little farther; who's there? Jac. Hah, if it should be old Francisco now. Car. Let it be who it will, I'll tell my name, it cannot injure either; I'm Carlos, who are you? Jac. A thing that looks for him you name Jacinta; are you alone? Car.
No, but they may do worse, they may look on ye, and Looking breeds Liking; and Liking, Love; and Love a damn'd thing, call'd Desire; and Desire begets the Devil and all of Mischief to young Wenches Get ye gone in, I say here's a Lord coming and Lords are plaguy things to Women. Isa. How, a Lord! oh, heavens! Jacinta, my Fan, and set my Hair in order, oh, the Gods!
That young man there, named after you, is my son, and you are his father for I am Jacinta Corbet: so far my father's words are true; and if it were not for his revenge, my son would have inherited your name, title, and property. Here now I stand the victim of your treachery and falsehood, which for years have driven me mad.
But 'tis a camp-bed, and Jacinta, said he, looking towards the maid, imagined there was not room in it to turn his nose in. Why so? cried the traveller, starting back. It is so long a nose, replied the host. The traveller fixed his eyes upon Jacinta, then upon the ground kneeled upon his right knee had just got his hand laid upon his breast Trifle not with my anxiety, said he rising up again.
Do you think so, Jacinta? Ha, ha, ha. Jac. That Laugh again, oh Heavens, how it charms! Cla. And how graceful 'tis! Jac. Ah, nothing but a great gilt Coach will become it. Cla. With six Spanish Mares. Jac. And embroidered Trappings. Cla. With four Lackeys. Jac. Cla. She's evidently design'd for a Person of Quality. Isa.
Not I; be witness, Heav'n, with what reluctancy I forc'd my breaking heart; and can I see that charming Body in my Sister's Arms! that Mouth that has so oft sworn Love to me kist by another's Lips! no, Jacinta, that night that gives him to another Woman, shall see him dead between the Charmer's Arms. My Life I hate, and when I live no more for Carlos, I'll cease to be at all; it is resolv'd. Jac.
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