Why, you are no honest fellow if love can't make a
rogue of you; so come--do go in and speak to her, at least.
_Don Ant_, Well, I have no objection to that.
_Isaac_. [_Opens the door_.] There--there she is--yonder by the
window--get in, do.--[_Pushes him in, and half shuts the door_.] Now,
Carlos, now I shall hamper him, I warrant! Stay, I'll peep how they go
on. Egad, he looks confoundedly posed! Now she's coaxing him. See,
Carlos, he begins to come to--ay, ay, he'll soon forget his
conscience.
_Don Car_. Look--now they are both laughing!
_Isaac_. Ay, so they are--yes, yes, they are laughing at that dear
friend he talked of--ay, poor devil, they have outwitted him.
_Don Car_, Now he's kissing her hand.
_Isaac_, Yes, yes, faith, they're agreed--he's caught, he's entangled.
My dear Carlos, we have brought it about. Oh, this little cunning
head! I'm a Machiavel--a very Machiavel!
_Don Car_, I hear somebody inquiring for you--I'll see who it is.
[_Exit_.]
_Re-enter_ DON ANTONIO _and_ DONNA LOUISA.
_Don Ant_. Well, my good friend, this lady has so entirely convinced
me of the certainty of your success at Don Jerome's, that I now resign
my pretensions there.
_Isaac_. You never did a wiser thing, believe me; and, as for
deceiving your friend, that's nothing at all--tricking is all fair in
love, isn't it, ma'am?
_Don.
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