Oh,
cunning rogue, Isaac! ay, ay, let this little brain alone! Egad, I'll
take her in the mind!
_Duen_. Well, sir, what's your determination?
_Isaac_. Madam, I was dumb only from rapture--I applaud your spirit,
and joyfully close with your proposal; for which thus let me, on this
lily hand, express my gratitude.
_Duen_. Well, sir, you must get my father's consent to walk with me in
the garden. But by no means inform him of my kindness to you.
_Isaac_. No, to be sure, that would spoil all: but, trust me when
tricking is the word--let me alone for a piece of cunning; this very
day you shall be out of his power.
_Duen_. Well, I leave the management of it all to you; I perceive
plainly, sir, that you are not one that can be easily outwitted.
_Isaac_. Egad, you're right, madam--you're right, i'faith.
_Re-enter_ MAID.
_Maid_. Here's a gentleman at the door, who begs permission to speak
with Signor Isaac.
_Isaac_. A friend of mine, ma'am, and a trusty friend--let him come
in--[_Exit_ MAID.] He's one to be depended on, ma'am.
_Enter_ DON CARLOS.
So coz. [_Talks apart with_ DON CARLOS.]
_Don Car_. I have left Donna Clara at your lodgings, but can nowhere
find Antonio.
_Isaac_. Well, I will search him out myself.
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