Catherine?
_Don Ant_. Why, Louisa--why should you go there?
_Don. Louisa_. I have my reasons, and you must not be seen to go with
me; I shall write from thence to my father; perhaps, when he finds
what he has driven me to, he may relent.
_Don Ant_. I have no hope from him. O Louisa! in these arms should be
your sanctuary.
_Don. Louisa_. Be patient but for a little while--my father cannot
force me from thence. But let me see you there before evening, and I
will explain myself.
_Don Ant_. I shall obey.
_Don. Louisa_. Come, friend. Antonio, Carlos has been a lover himself.
_Don Ant_. Then he knows the value of his trust.
_Don Car_. You shall not find me unfaithful.
TRIO.
Soft pity never leaves the gentle breast
Where love has been received a welcome guest;
As wandering saints poor huts have sacred made,
He hallows every heart he once has sway'd,
And, when his presence we no longer share,
Still leaves compassion as a relic there. [_Exeunt_.]
ACT III.
SCENE I.--_A Library in_ DON JEROME'S _House_.
Enter_ DON JEROME _and_ SERVANT.
_Don Jer_. Why, I never was so amazed in my life! Louisa gone off with
Isaac Mendoza! What! steal away with the very man whom I wanted her to
marry--elope with her own husband, as it were--it is impossible!
_Ser_.
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