Perhaps you know Louisa, ma'am. She's divinely handsome, isn't
she?
_Don. Louisa_. You must excuse me not joining with you.
_Isaac_. Why I have heard it on all hands.
_Don. 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.--[_To_ DON CARLOS.] 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?
_Don. 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.
_Don Car_.
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 I why suspect me?
Let me serve thee--then reject me.
TRIO.
_Don. Louisa_.
Never mayst thou happy be,
If in aught thou'rt false to me.
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