_Isaac_. Well, egad, I'll pluck up resolution, and meet her frowns
intrepidly.
_Don Jer_. Ay! woo her briskly--win her, and give me a proof of your
address, my little Solomon.
_Isaac_. But hold--I expect my friend Carlos to call on me here. If he
comes, will you send him to me?
_Don Jer_. I will. Lauretta!--[_Calls_.]--Come--she'll show you to the
room. What! do you droop? here's a mournful face to make love with!
[_Exeunt_.]
SCENE II.--DONNA LOUISA'S _Dressing-Room_.
_Enter_ ISAAC _and_ MAID.
_Maid_. Sir, my mistress will wait on you presently.
[_Goes to the door_.]
_Isaac_. When she's at leisure--don't hurry her.--[_Exit_ MAID.]--I
wish I had ever practised a love-scene--I doubt I shall make a poor
figure--I couldn't be more afraid if I was going before the
Inquisition. So, the door opens--yes, she's coming--the very rustling
of her silk has a disdainful sound.
_Enter_ DUENNA _dressed_ as DONNA LOUISA.
Now dar'n't I look round, for the soul of me--her beauty will
certainly strike me dumb if I do. I wish she'd speak first.
_Duen_. Sir, I attend your pleasure.
_Isaac_. [_Aside_.] So! the ice is broke, and a pretty civil beginning
too!--[_Aloud_.] Hem! madam--miss--I'm all attention.
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