_Duen_. I hear Don Jerome coming.--Quick, give me the last letter I
brought you from Antonio--you know that is to be the ground of my
dismission.--I must slip out to seal it up, as undelivered. [_Exit_.]
_Enter_ DON JEROME _and_ DON FERDINAND.
_Don Jer_. What, I suppose you have been serenading too! Eh,
disturbing some peaceable neighbourhood with villainous catgut and
lascivious piping! Out on't! you set your sister, here, a vile
example; but I come to tell you, madam, that I'll suffer no more of
these midnight incantations--these amorous orgies, that steal the
senses in the hearing; as, they say, Egyptian embalmers serve mummies,
extracting the brain through the ears. However, there's an end of your
frolics.--Isaac Mendoza will be here presently, and to-morrow you
shall marry him.
_Don. Louisa_. Never, while I have life!
_Don Ferd_. Indeed, sir, I wonder how you can think of such a man for
a son-in-law.
_Don Jer_. Sir, you are very kind to favour me with your sentiments--
and pray, what is your objection to him?
_Don Ferd_. He is a Portuguese, in the first place.
_Don Jer_. No such thing, boy; he has forsworn his country.
_Don. Louisa_. He is a Jew.
_Don Jer_. Another mistake: he has been a Christian these six weeks.
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