_Don. Louisa_. And you really wish my brother may not find you out?
_Don. Clara_. Why else have I concealed myself under this disguise?
_Don. Louisa_. Why, perhaps because the dress becomes you: for you
certainly don't intend to be a nun for life.
_Don. Clara_. If, indeed, Ferdinand had not offended me so last night--
_Don. Louisa_. Come, come, it was his fear of losing you made him so
rash.
_Don. Clara_. Well, you may think me cruel, but I swear, if he were
here this instant, I believe I should forgive him.
SONG.
By him we love offended,
How soon our anger flies!
One day apart, 'tis ended;
Behold him, and it dies.
Last night, your roving brother,
Enraged, I bade depart;
And sure his rude presumption
Deserved to lose my heart.
Yet, were he now before met
In spite of injured pride,
I fear my eyes would pardon
Before my tongue could chide.
_Don. Louisa_. I protest, Clara, I shall begin to think you are
seriously resolved to enter on your probation.
_Don. Clara_. And, seriously, I very much doubt whether the character
of a nun would not become me best.
_Don. Louisa_. Why, to be sure, the character of a nun is a very
becoming one at a masquerade: but no pretty woman, in her senses, ever
thought of taking the veil for above a night.
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