I think it would be a wise thing if I were to go to America and
work till I have made 10,000_l._, then return to England and go the
round of the provinces, and act for a few nights' leave-taking in
London. Prudence would then, perhaps, find less difficulty in
adjusting my plans for the future. That is what I think would be
well for me to do, supposing all things remain as they are and God
preserves my health and strength. It will not do to verify all
Poitier's lugubrious congratulation to his children in the
Vaudeville on their marriage:

"Ji! Ji! mariez-vous,
Mettez-vous dans la misere!
Ji! Ji! mariez-vous,
Mettez-vous la corde au cou."

... Jealousy, surely, is a disposition to suspect and take umbrage
where there is no cause for suspicion or offense, which, to say the
least of it, is very unreasonable; but that a woman should break
her heart because her husband does love another woman better than
her, seems to me natural enough, and with regard to Bianca, her
provocations certainly warranted a very rational amount of misery;
and though, had she not been a woman of violent passions and a
jealous temperament, she probably would not have taken the means
she did of resenting Fazio's treatment of her, it appears to me
that nothing but divine assistance and the strongest religious
principle could preserve one under such circumstances from despair,
madness, suicide, perhaps; hardly, however, the murder of one's
husband. But assassinating other people seems a much more common
mode of relieving their feelings among Italians than destroying
themselves, which is rather a northern way of meeting, I should say
of avoiding, difficulties.

I have had a holiday this week, and every now and then have written
a word or two of "La Estrella;" it will never be done, and when it
is it will be the horridest trash that ever was done; but I will
let you have the pleasure of reading it, I promise you. On Monday I
play that favorite detestation of mine, Euphrasia; the Monday after
that my father hopes to be able for Mercutio, and I return to
Juliet. By the by, you say Bianca is my best part, and I think my
Juliet is better; I am not sure that there is not some kindred in
the characters. We are going to bring out a play of Lord Francis',