_Don Ferd_. Ay, he left his old religion for an estate, and has not
had time to get a new one.
_Don. Louisa_. But stands like a dead wall between church and
synagogue, or like the blank leaves between the Old and New Testament.
_Don Jer_. Anything more?
_Don Ferd_. But the most remarkable part of his character is his
passion for deceit and tricks of cunning.
_Don. Louisa_. Though at the same time the fool predominates so much
over the knave, that I am told he is generally the dupe of his own
art.
_Don Ferd_. True; like an unskilful gunner, he usually misses his aim,
and is hurt by the recoil of his own piece.
_Don Jer_. Anything more?
_Don. Louisa_. To sum up all, he has the worst fault a husband can
have--he's not my choice.
_Don Jer_. But you are his; and choice on one side is sufficient--two
lovers should never meet in marriage--be you sour as you please, he is
sweet-tempered; and for your good fruit, there's nothing like
ingrafting on a crab.
_Don. Louisa_. I detest him as a lover, and shall ten times more as a
husband.
_Don Jer_. I don't know that-marriage generally makes a great change--
but, to cut the matter short, will you have him or not?
_Don. Louisa_. There is nothing else I could disobey you in.
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