Antonio now may marry Clara, or not, if he pleases.
_Don Ferd_. What! what was that you said of Clara?
_Isaac_. Oh, Ferdinand! my brother-in-law that shall be, who thought
of meeting you?
_Don Ferd_. But what of Clara?
_Isaac_. I'faith, you shall hear. This morning, as I was coming down,
I met a pretty damsel, who told me her name was Clara d'Almanza, and
begged my protection.
_Don Ferd_. How!
_Isaac_. She said she had eloped from her father, Don Guzman, but that
love for a young gentleman in Seville was the cause.
_Don Ferd_. Oh, Heavens! did she confess it?
_Isaac_. Oh, yes, she confessed at once. But then, says she, my lover
is not informed of my flight, nor suspects my intention.
_Don Ferd_. [_Aside_.] Dear creature! no more I did indeed! Oh, I am
the happiest fellow!--[_Aloud_.] Well, Isaac?
_Isaac_. Why then she entreated me to find him out for her, and bring
him to her.
_Don Ferd_. Good Heavens, how lucky! Well, come along, let's lose no
time. [_Pulling him_.]
_Isaac_. Zooks! where are we to go?
_Don Ferd_. Why, did anything more pass?
_Isaac_. Anything more! yes; the end on't was, that I was moved with
her speeches, and complied with her desires.
_Don Ferd_. Well and where is she?
_Isaac_.
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