Carlos, you rogue, I
thrive, I prosper!
_Don Car_. Where is your mistress?
_Isaac_. There, you booby, there she stands.
_Don Car_. Why, she's damned ugly!
_Isaac_. Hush! [_Stops his mouth_.]
_Duen_. What is your friend saying, signor?
_Isaac_. Oh, ma'am, he is expressing his raptures at such charms as he
never saw before. Eh, Carlos?
_Don Car_. Ay,--such as I never saw before, indeed!
_Duen_. You are a very obliging gentleman. Well, Signor Isaac, I
believe we had better part for the present. Remember our plan.
_Isaac_. Oh, ma'am, it is written in my heart, fixed as the image of
those divine beauties. Adieu, idol of my soul!--yet once more permit
me----[_Kisses her_.]
_Duen_. Sweet, courteous sir, adieu!
_Isaac_. Your slave eternally! Come, Carlos, say something civil at
taking leave.
_Don Car_. I'faith, Isaac, she is the hardest woman to compliment I
ever saw; however, I'll try something I had studied for the occasion.
SONG.
Ah! sure a pair was never seen
So justly form'd to meet by nature!
The youth excelling so in mien,
The maid in ev'ry grace of feature.
Oh, how happy are such lovers,
When kindred beauties each discovers;
For surely she Was made for thee,
And thou to bless this lovely creature!
So mild your looks, your children thence
Will early learn the task of duty--
The boys with all their father's sense,
The girls with all their mother's beauty!
Oh, how happy to inherit
At once such graces and such spirit!
Thus while you live
May fortune give
Each blessing equal to your merit! [_Exeunt_.
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