Clara. No: her notions of filial duty are so severe she would certainly betray me.

[Apart.

Louisa. Clara is of a cold temper, and would think this step of mine highly forward.

[Apart.

Clara. Louisa's respect for her father is so great, she would not credit the unkindness of mine.[Apart. [LOUISA turns, and sees CLARA and MAID. Louisa. Ha! who are those? Sure one is Clara. If it be, I'll trust her. Clara! [Advances. Clara. Louisa! and in masquerade, too!

Louisa. You will be more surprised when I tell you, that I have run away from my father.

Clara. Surprised, indeed! and I should certainly chide you most horridly, only that I have just run away from mine.

Louisa. My dear Clara!

[Embrace. Clara. Dear sister truant! and whither are you going?

Louisa. To find the man I love, to be sure. And, I presume, you would have no aversion to meet with my brother?

Clara. Indeed I should: he has behaved so ill to me, I don't believe I shall ever forgive him.

AIR.-CLARA.

When sable night each drooping plant restoring,
Wept o'er the flowers her breath did cheer,
As some sad widow o'er her babe deploring,
Wakes its beauty with a tear;

When all did sleep, whose weary hearts did borrow
One hour from love and care to rest.

Lo! as I press'd my couch in silent sorrow
My lover caught me to his breast:

He vow'd he came to save me
From those who would enslave me!
Then kneeling,

Kisses stealing,

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Endless faith he swore;

But soon I chid him thence,
For had his fond pretence
Obtain'd one favour then,

And he had press'd again,

I fear'd my treacherous heart might grant him more.

Louisa. Well, for all this, I would have sent him to plead his pardon, but that I would not yet awhile have him know of my flight. And where do you hope to find protection?

Clara. The Lady Abbess of the convent of St. Catherine is a relation and kind friend of mine. I shall be secure with her, and you had best go thither with me.

Louisa. No; I am determined to find Antonio first; and, as I live, here comes the very man I will employ to seek him for me.

Clara. Who is he? he is a strange figure!

Louisa. Yes; that sweet creature is the man whom my father has fixed on for my husband.

Clara. And will you speak to him? Are you mad? Louisa. He is the fittest man in the world for my purpose; for, though I was to have married him tomorrow, he is the only man in Seville, who, I am sure, never saw me in his life.

Clara. And how do you know him?

Louisa. He arrived but yesterday, and he was shewn to me from the window, as he visited my father. Clara. Well, I'll begone.

Louisa. Hold, my dear Clara: a thought has struck me. Will you give me leave to borrow your name, as I see occasion?

Clara. It will but disgrace you-but use it as you please. I dare not stay-[Going]-but, Louisa, if you should see your brother, be sure you don't inform him, that I have taken refuge with the Dame Prior of the convent of St. Catherine, on the left hand side of the Piazza, which leads to the church of St, Anthony.

Louisa. Ha! ha! ha! I'll be very particular in my directions where he may not find you. [Exeuni Clara. and MAID], So! my swain, yonder, has done admiring himself, and draws nearer. [Retires.

Enter ISAAC and CARLOS, ISAAC with a

Pocket Glass.

Isaac. [Looking in the Gluss ] I tell you, friend Carlos, I will please myself in the habit of my chin. Carlos. But, my dear friend, how can you think to please a lady with such a face?

Isaac. Why, what's the matter with the face? I think it is a very engaging face; and, I am sure, a lady must have very little taste, who could dislike my beard. [Sees LOUISA.] See now!-I'll die if here is not a little damsel struck with it already.

Louisa. Signior, are you disposed to oblige a lady who greatly wants your assistance?

[Unveils Isaac. Egad, a very pretty black-eyed girl! She has certainly taken a fancy to me, Carlos. First, ma'am, I must beg the favour of your name.

Louisa. So! it's well I am provided. [Aside.] My name, Sir, is Donna Clara d'Almanza.

Isaac. What!-Don Guzman's daughter? i'faith, I just now heard she was missing.

Louisa. But sure, Sir, you have too much gallantry and honour to betray me, whose fault is love?

Isaac. So! a passion for me! Poor girl! Why, ma'am, as for betraying you, I don't see how I could get any thing by it; so you may rely on my honour; but as for your love, I am sorry your case is so desperate.

Louisa. Why so, Signior?

Isaac. Because I am positively engaged to another -an't I, Carlos?

Louisa. Nay, but hear me.

Isaac. No, no; what should I hear for? It is impossible for me to court you in an honourable way; and, for any thing else, if I were to comply now,

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suppose you have some ungrateful brother, or cousin, who would want to cut my throat for my civility: so, truly, you had best go home again.

Louisa. Odious wretch! [Aside.] But, good Signicr, it is Antonio d'Ercilla, on whose account I have eloped.

Isaac. How! what! It is not with me, then, that you are in love?

Louisa No, indeed, it is not.

Isaac. Then you are a forward, impertinent simpleton! and I shall certainly acquaint your father. Louisa. Is this your gallantry?

Isaac. Yet, hold-Antonio d'Ercilla, did you say? Egad, I may make something of this-Antonio d'Ercilla?

Louisa. Yes, and, if ever you hope to prosper in love, you will bring me to him.

Isaac. By St. Iago, and I will, too. Carlos, this Antonio is one who rivals me (as I have heard) with Louisa. Now, if I could hamper him with this girl, I should have the field to myself. Eh, Carlos! A lucky thought, isn't it?

Carlos. Yes, very good-very good.

Isaac. Ah! this little brain is never at a loss. Cunning Isaac! cunning rogue! Donna Clara, will you trust yourself awhile to my friend's direction? Louisa. May I rely on you, good Signior?

Carlos. Lady, it is impossible I should deceive

you.

AIR.

Had I a heart for falsehood framed,

I ne'er could injure you;

For though your tongue no promise claim'd,

Your charms would make me true.

To you no soul shall bear deceit,

No stranger offer wrong;

But friends in all the aged you'll meet,

And lovers in the young.

But when they learn that you have blest
Another with your heart,

They'll bid aspiring passions rest,

And act a brother's part.

Then, lady, dread not here deceit,
Nor fear to suffer wrong;

For friends in all the aged you'll meet,

And brothers in the young.

Isaac. Conduct the lady to my lodgings, Carlos; I must haste to Don Jerome. Perhaps you know Louisa, ma'am. She is divinely handsome, isn't she?

Louisa. You must excuse me not joining with you. Isaac. Why, I have heard it on all hands.

Louisa. Her father is uncommonly partial to her; but I believe you will find she has rather a matronly air.

Isaac. Carlos, this is all envy: you pretty girls never speak well of one another. Hark ye, find out Antonio, and I'll saddle him with this scrape, I warrant! Oh, 'twas the luckiest thought! Donna Clara, your very obedient-Carlos, to your post.

DUET.

Isaac. My mistress expects me, and I must go to her,
Or how can I hope for a smile?
Louisa Soon may you return a prosperous wooer,
But think what I suffer the while:

Alone, and away from the man whom I love,
In strangers I'm forced to confide.
Isaac. Dear lady, my friend you may trust, and
he'll prove

Your servant, protector, and guide.

AIR-CARLOS.

Gentle maid, ah! why suspect me?
Let me serve thee-then reject me.
Canst thou trust, and I deceive thee?
Art thou sad, and shall I grieve thee?
Gentle maid, ah! why suspect me?
Let me serve thee-then reject me.