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Isaac. Oh, Don Jerome, the honour of your alli
Jerome. Ay, but her beauty will affect you-she is, though I say it, who am her father, a very prodigy
will see features with an eye like mineyes i'faith, there is a kind of wicked sparkling something of a roguish brightness, that shows her to be my own.
Isaac. Pretty rogue!
Jerome. Then, when she smiles, you'll see a little dimple in one cheek only; a beauty it is certainly, yet you shall not say which is prettiest, the cheek with the dimple, or the cheek without.
Isaac. Pretty rogue !
Jerome. Then the roses on those cheeks are shaded with a sort of velvet down, that gives a delicacy to the glow of health.
Isaac. Pretty rogue !
Jerome. Her skin pure dimity, yet more fair, being spangled here and there with a golden freckle.
Isaac. Charming pretty rogue ! pray how is the tone of her voice?
Jerome. Remarkably pleasing-but if you could prevail on her to sing, you would be enchanted she is a nightingale-a Virginian nightingale—but come, come; her maid shall conduct you to her antichamber.
Isaac. Well, egad, I'll pluck up resolution, and meet her frowns intrepidly.
Jerome. Ay! woo her briskly-win her and give me a proof of your address, my little Solomon.
Isaac. But hold I expect my friend Carlos to call on me here-If he comes will you send him to me?
Jerome, I willLauretta, come she'll show you to the room--what ! do you droop ? here's a mournful face to make love with !
Louisa's Dressing Room.
Enter Maip and ISAAC. Maid. Sir, my mistress will wait on you presently.
[Goes to the Door. · Isaac. When she's at leisure-don't hurry her. [Exit MAID.] I wish I had ever practised a love scene -I doubt I shall make a poor figure-I couldn't be more afraid, if I was going before the Inquisition-so! the door opens--yes, she's coming—the very rustling of her silk has a disdainful sound.
Enter DUENNA, dressed as Louisa. Now dar'n't I look round for the soul of me-her beauty will certainly strike me dumb if I do. I wish she'd speak first.
Duenna. Sir, I attend your pleasure.
Isaac. So ! the ice is broke, and a pretty civil beginning too! hem! madam-miss I'm all attention.
Duenna. Nay, sir, 'tis I who should listen, and you propose.
Isaac. Egad, this isn't so disdainful neither-I believe I may venture to look-no-1 dar'n't-onę glance of those roguish sparklers would fix me again.
Duenna. You seem thoughtful, sir-let me persuade you to sit down.
Isaac. So, so; she mollifies apace-she's struck with my figure! this attitude has had its effect.
Duenna. Come, sir, here's a chair.
powers me--that a lady so lovely should deign to turn her beauteous eyes on me so.
[She takes his Hand, he turns and sees her. Duenna. You seem surprised at my
condescension. Isaac. Why, yes, madam, I am a little surprised at it.-Zounds! this can never be Louisa--she's as old as my mother!
[Aside. Duenna. But former prepossessions give way to my father's commands.
Isaac. (Aside.) Her father! Yes, 'tis she thenLord, lord; how blind some parents are !
Duenna. Signor Isaac.
Isaac. Truly, the little damsel was right--she has rather a matronly air indeed ! ah ! 'tis well my affections are fixed on her fortune, and not her person. Duenna. Signor, won't you sit ?
[She sits. Isaac. Pardon me, madam, I have scarce recovered my astonishment at your condescension, madamshe has the devil's own dimples to be sure ! [Aside.
Duenna. I do not wonder, sir, that you are surprised at my affability—I own, signor, that I was vastly prepossessed against you, and being teased by my father, I did give some encouragement to Antonio; but then, sir, you were described to me as a quite different person.
Isaac. Ay, and so you were to me, upon my soul, madam,
Duenna. But when I saw you, I was never more tru ck in
life. Isaac. That was just my case too, madam: I was struck all on a heap, for
my part. Duenna. Well, sir, I see our misapprehension has becn mutual-you expected to find me haughty and averse, and I was taught to believe you a little, black, snub-nosed fellow, without person, manners, or address.
Isaac. Egad, I wish she had answer'd her picture, as well.
Duenna. But, sir, your air is noble-something so
liberal in your carriage, with so penetrating an eye, and so bewitching a smile !
Isaac. Egad, now I look at her again, I don't think she is so ugly.
Duenna. So little like a Jew, and so much like a gentleman !
Isaac. Well, certainly there is something pleasing in the tone of her voice.
Duenna. You will pardon this breach of decorum in praising you thus, but my joy at being so agreeably deceived has given me such a flow of spirits !
Isaac. O, dear lady, may I thank those dear lips for this goodness. (Kisses her.) Why, she has a pretty sort of velvet down, that's the truth on't! Aside.
Duenna. O, sir, you have the most insinuating manner, but indeed you should get rid of that odious beard-one might as well kiss an hedge-hog.
Isaac. Yes, ma'am, the razor wouldn't be amiss for either of us. (Aside.] Could you favour me with a song ?
Duenna. Willingly, sir, though I am rather hoarse ahem!
(Begins to sing. Isaac. Very like a Virginia nightingale-ma'am, I perceive you're hoarse - I beg you will not distress
Duenna. Oh, not in the least distressed ;- now, sir,
Is first assay'd,
How her blushes rise,
If she meets his eyes,
While à pit a pat, &c.
But in time appear
Fewer signs of fear,
If her hand he grasps,
Or her bosom clasps,
And a pit a pat, &c.
Isaac. Charming, ma'am! Enchanting ! and, truly, your notes put me in mind of one that's very dear to me; a lady, indeed, whom you greatly resemble !
Duenna. How! is there, then, another so dear to
Isaac. O, no, ma'am, you mistake; it was my mo. ther 1 meant.
Duenna. Come, sir, I see you are amazed and confounded at my condescension, and know not what to say.
Isaac. It is very true, indeed, ma'am; but it is a judgment, I look on it as a judgment on me, for delaying to urge the time when you'll permit me to complete my happiness, by acquainting Don Jerome with your condescension.
Duenna. Sir, I must frankly own to you, that I can never be
father's consent. Isaac. Good lack ! how 2
Duenna. When my father, in his passion, swore he would never see me again till I acquiesced in his will, I also made a vow, that I would never take a husband from his hand; nothing shall make me break that oath: but, if you have spirit and contrivance enough to carry me off without his knowledge, I'm yours.