Louisa_. Certainly, sir; and I am particularly glad to find you
are of that opinion.
_Isaac_. O Lud! yes, ma'am--let any one outwit me that can, I say! But
here, let me join your hands. There you lucky rogue! I wish you
happily married from the bottom of my soul!
_Don. Louisa_. And I am sure, if you wish it, no one else should
prevent it.
_Isaac_. Now, Antonio, we are rivals no more; so let us be friends,
will you?
_Don Ant_. With all my heart, Isaac.
_Isaac_. It is not every man, let me tell you, that would have taken
such pains, or been so generous to a rival.
_Don Ant_. No, 'faith, I don't believe there's another beside yourself
in all Spain.
_Isaac_. Well, but you resign all pretensions to the other lady?
_Don Ant_. That I do, most sincerely.
_Isaac_. I doubt you have a little hankering there still.
_Don Ant_. None in the least, upon my soul.
_Isaac_. I mean after her fortune.
_Don Ant_. No, believe me. You are heartily welcome to every thing she
has.
_Isaac_. Well, i'faith, you have the best of the bargain, as to
beauty, twenty to one. Now I'll tell you a secret--I am to carry off
Louisa this very evening.
_Don. Louisa_. Indeed!
_Isaac_. Yes, she has sworn not to take a husband from her father's
hand--so I've persuaded him to trust her to walk with me in the
garden, and then we shall give him the slip.
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