Her heart avows her love.
_Isaac_. Charming, ma'am! enchanting! and, truly, your notes put me in
mind of one that's very dear to me--a lady, indeed, whom you greatly
resemble!
_Duen_. How I is there, then, another so dear to you?
_Isaac_. Oh, no, ma'am, you mistake; it was my mother I meant.
_Duen_. Come, sir, I see you are amazed and confounded at my
condescension, and know not what to say.
_Isaac_. It is very true, indeed, ma'am; but it is a judgment, I look
on it as a judgment on me, for delaying to urge the time when you'll
permit me to complete my happiness, by acquainting Don Jerome with
your condescension.
_Duen_. Sir, I must frankly own to you, that I can never be yours with
my father's consent.
_Isaac_. Good lack! how so?
_Duen_. When my father, in his passion, swore he would never see me
again till I acquiesced in his will, I also made a vow, that I would
never take a husband from his hand; nothing shall make me break that
oath: but if you have spirit and contrivance enough to carry me off
without his knowledge, I'm yours.
_Isaac_. Hum!
_Duen_. Nay, sir, if you hesitate----
_Isaac_. [_Aside_.] I'faith no bad whim this!--If I take her at her
word, I shall secure her fortune, and avoid making any settlement in
return; thus I shall not only cheat the lover, but the father too.
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