Where is she? why, don't I tell you? I complied with her
request, and left her safe in the arms of her lover.
_Don Ferd_. 'Sdeath, you trifle with me!--I have never seen her.
_Isaac_. You! O Lud no! how the devil should you? 'Twas Antonio she
wanted; and with Antonio I left her.
_Don Ferd_. [_Aside_.] Hell and madness!--[_Aloud_.] What, Antonio
d'Ercilla?
_Isaac_. Ay, ay, the very man; and the best part of it was, he was shy
of taking her at first. He talked a good deal about honour, and
conscience, and deceiving some dear friend; but, Lord, we soon
overruled that!
_Don Ferd_. You did!
_Isaac_. Oh, yes, presently.--Such deceit! says he.--Pish! says the
lady, tricking is all fair in love. But then, my friend, says he.--
Psha! damn your friend, says I. So, poor wretch, he has no chance.--
No, no; he may hang himself as soon as he pleases.
_Don Ferd_. [_Aside_.] I must go, or I shall betray myself.
_Isaac_. But stay, Ferdinand, you han't heard the best of the joke.
_Don Ferd_. Curse on your joke!
_Isaac_. Good lack! what's the matter now? I thought to have diverted
you.
_Don Ferd_. Be racked! tortured! damned!
_Isaac_. Why, sure you are not the poor devil of a lover, are you?--
I'faith, as sure as can be, he is! This is a better joke than t'other.
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