_Don. Louisa_. And is Don Jerome to know nothing of this?
_Isaac_. O Lud, no! there lies the jest. Don't you see that, by this
step, I over-reach him? I shall be entitled to the girl's fortune,
without settling a ducat on her. Ha! ha! ha! I'm a cunning dog, an't
I? a sly little villain, eh?
_Don Ant_. Ha! ha! ha! you are indeed!
_Isaac_. Roguish, you'll say, but keen, eh? devilish keen?
_Don Ant_. So you are indeed--keen--very keen.
_Isaac_. And what a laugh we shall have at Don Jerome's when the truth
comes out I hey?
_Don. Louisa_. Yes, I'll answer for it, we shall have a good laugh,
when the truth comes out, Ha! ha! ha!
_Re-enter_ DON CARLOS.
_Don Car_. Here are the dancers come to practise the fandango you
intended to have honoured Donna Louisa with.
_Isaac_. Oh, I shan't want them; but, as I must pay them, I'll see a
caper for my money. Will you excuse me?
_Don. Louisa_. Willingly.
_Isaac_. Here's my friend, whom you may command for any service.
Madam, our most obedient--Antonio, I wish you all happiness.--
[_Aside_.] Oh, the easy blockhead! what a tool I have made of him!--
This was a masterpiece! [_Exit_.]
_Don. Louisa_. Carlos, will you be my guard again, and convey me to
the convent of St.
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