where did you find this precious token?

GODFREY

'Twas given me by Professor Olney--he
It was who took the little Isabelle
And reared her as his own.

JUDGE.

What Isabelle?
That daughter of the pedagogue my son
Is seeking for his wife?

GODFREY

The very same.
And Romeo did not love his Juliet more
Than your son loves this charming Isabelle;
And she, like Juliet, loves him in return.

JUDGE.

Thank Heaven for this!
(_Enter_ HENRY BOLTON.)
Ah! here he comes! Now, Henry,
What says your lady-love? Is she inclined
To trust your constancy for one long year?

HENRY BOLTON.

I cannot wait the term; and I have come
To ask your pardon, and retract my word.
Isabelle has no home; Professor Olney
Is not her father.

JUDGE.

Ay, I've heard the story.
And you resign her now?

HENRY BOLTON.

Not while I live!
I mean to marry her at once--to-day;
Before this only father she has known
Is dead:--he will die soon.

JUDGE.

Wed her! this unknown!
Ah! Henry, this to me! Why, you are mad!

HENRY BOLTON.

My father, I have told you my resolve;
You've heard me own my love for Isabelle;
To have your approbation of my choice
Would fill my cup of earthly happiness;
But I shall marry her e'en though the act
Bring banishment from you.

JUDGE.

You promised, Henry,
To wait a year.

HENRY BOLTON.

And so I would have done.
To gain your favor, I would suffer this
Delay and cross of love. But now I feel
That duty, honor, manly sentiment
Compel me to the side of Isabelle.
She is alone; I must and will protect her.

JUDGE.

She has no name.

HENRY BOLTON.

She shall have mine: a name
My father has made honorable.

JUDGE.

Henry,
You have no fortune. How support your wife?

HENRY BOLTON.

I'll work. I have been flattered for my talents,
But never yet have had an aim or motive
To test their worth and energy. I'll work.
The rich man's son may live in idleness,
The great man's son reflects his father's light,
And thus their genius and their nob