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Carlos. I could not meet with him, lady ; but I doubt not, my friend Isaac will be here with him presently.
Louisa. Oh, shame! you have used no diligence. Is this your courtesy to a lady, who has trusted herself to your protection ?
Carlos. Indeed, madam, I have not been remiss.
Louisa. Well, well; but if either of you had known how each moment of delay weighs upon the heart of her who loves, and waits the object of her love, oh, ye would not then have trifled thus !
Carlos. Alas, I know it well!
Carlos. I was, lady: but, while I have life, will never be again.
Louisa. Was your mistress so cruel ?
Carlos. If she had always been so I should have been happier.
0, had my love ne'er smiled on me,
í ne'er had known such anguish;
To bid me cease to languish-
Breathe on a flame half perish'd;
To kill the hope she cherish'd.
Not worse his fate, who on a wreck,
That drove as winds did blow it,
To find a grave below it.
He glow'd with joy to hear it:
The wreck must sink ere near it.
Enter Isaac and ANTONIO.
Ant. Indeed, my good friend, you must be mistaken. Clara D'Almanza in love with me, and employ you to bring me to meet her! It is impossible!
Isaac. That you shall see in an instant. Carlos, where is the lady? In the next room, is she?
Ant. Nay, if that lady is really here, she certainly wants me to conduct her to a dear friend of mine, who has long been her lover.
Isaac. Pshaw! I tell you 'tis no such thing. You are the man she wants, and nobody but you. Here's ado to persuade you to take a pretty girl that's dying for you!
Ant. But I have no affection for this lady.
Israc. And you have for Louisa , eh? but, take my word for it, Antonio, you have no chance there so you may as well secure the good that offers itself
Ant. And could you reconcile it to your conscience, to supplant your friend?
Isaac. Pish! Conscience has no more to do with gallantry, than it has with politics. Why, you are no honest fellow, if love can't make a rogue of you-s0 come, do go in, and speak to her, at least.
Ant. Well, I have no objection to that.
Isaac. [Opens the Door.] There there she is yonder by the window. Get in, do. [Pushes him in, and half shuts the Door.] Now, Carlos, now I shall hamper him, I warrant. Stay, I'll peep how they go on. Egad, he looks confoundedly posed :—now she's coaxing him:-see, Carlos, he begins to come. Ay, ay, he'll soon forget his conscience.
Curlos. Look:—now they are both laughing!
Isaac. Ay, so they are. Yes, yes, they are laughing at that dear friend he talked of. Ay, poor devil they have outwitted him.
Carlos. Now he's kissing her hand.
Isaac. Yes, yes, 'faith, they're agreed;—he's caught, he's entangled. My dear Carlos, we have brought it
about. O this little cunning head! I'm a Machiavel -a very Machiavel.
Carlos. I hear somebody inquiring for you. I'll see who it is.
[Exit CARLOS. Enter ANTONIO and LOUISA. Ant. Well, my good friend, this lady has so entirely convinced me of the certainty of your success at Don Jerome's, that I now resign my pretensions there.
Isaac. You never did a wiser thing, believe meand, as for deceiving your friend, that's nothing at all. Tricking is all fair in love, isn't it, madam?
Louisa. Certainly, Sir, and I am particularly glad to find you are of that opinion.
Isaac. O lud! yes, ma'am. Let any one outwit me that can I say—but here, let me join your hands. There, you lucky rogue! I wish you happily married, from the bottom of my soul!
Louisa And I am sure if you wish it, no one else should preventit.
Isaac. Now, Antonio, we are rivals no more; so let us be friends, will you ?
Ant. With all my heart, Isaac.
let me tell you, that would have taken such pains, or been so generous to a rival.
Ant. No, 'failh; I don't believe there's another beside yourself in all Spain.
Isaac. Well, but you resign all pretensions to the other lady?
Ant. That I do, most sincerely.
Isaac. I doubt you have a little hankering there still.
Ant. None in the least, upon my soul.
Ant. No, believe me. You are heartily welcome to every thing she has.
Isaac. Well, i'faith, you have the best of the bargain, as to beauty, twenty to one. Now I'll tell you a secret:- I am to carry off Louisa this very evening.
Isaac. Yes: she has sworn not to take a husband from her father's hand-o, I've persuaded him to trust her to walk with me in the garden, and then we shall give him the slip.
Louisa. And is Don Jerome to know nothing of this?
Isaac. O lud, no! There lies the jest. Don't you see that, by this step, I overreach him? I shall be entitled to the girl's fortune, without settling a ducat on her. Ha! ha! ha! This is trap!-I'm a cunning dog, an't 1? A sly villain, eh?
Ant. Ha! ha! ha! you are, indeed!
Isaac. Roguish, you'll say; but keen, eh?--devilish keen!
Ant. So you are indeed-keen-very keen.
Isaac. And what a laugh we shall have at Don Jerome's, when the truth comes out! eh?
Louisa. Yes, I'll answer for it, we shall have a good laugh when the truth comes out. Ha! ha! ha!
Enter CARLOS. Carlos Here are the dancers come to practise the fandango, you intended to have honoured Donna Louisa with.
Isaac, 0, I sha'n't want them; but as I must pay them, I'll see a caper for my money. Will you ex
Isuac. Here's my friend, whom you may command for any services. Madam, your most obedient-Antonio, I wish you all happiness. Oh, the easy blockhead! what a tool I have made of him!—This was a masterpiece! [A side.]
[Exit. Louisa. Carlos, will you be my guard again, and convey me to the convent of St. Catharine ?
Ant. Why, Louisa—why should you go there?
Louisa. I have my reasons, and you must not be seen to go with me. I shall write from thence to my father: perhaps, when he finds what he has driven
me to, he may relent.
Ant. I have no hope from him. O Louisa ! in these arms should be your sanctuary.
Louisa. Be patient but for a little while :my father cannot force me from thence. But let ne see you there before evening, and I will explain myself.
Ant. I shall obey.
Louisa. Come, friend. Antonio, Carlos has been a lover himself.
Ant. Then he knows the value of his trust.
[Exeunt. ACT III.
SCENE I.--A Library.
Enter JEROME and SERVANT. Jerome. Why , I never was so amazed in my life! Louisa gone off with Isaac Mendoza! What! steal away with the very man whom I wanted her to marry!-elope with her own husband, as it were!—it is impossible!
Serv. Her maid says, Sir, they had your leave to walk in the garden, while you were abroad. The door by the shrubbery was found open, and they have not been heard of since.
[Exit. Jerome. Well, it is the most unaccountable affair ! 'Sdeath! there is certainly some infernal mystery in it, I can't comprehend!
Enter SERVANT, with a Letter.