Yes, yes; here is a most unanswerable purse.
_Paul_. For shame! you make me angry: you forget who I am, and when
importunate people have forced their trash--ay, into this pocket here--
or into this--why, then the sin was theirs.--[_They put money into
his pockets_.] Fie, now how you distress me! I would return it, but
that I must touch it that way, and so wrong my oath.
_Don Ant_. Now then, come with us.
_Isaac_. Ay, now give us our title to joy and rapture.
_Paul_. Well, when your hour of repentance comes, don't blame me.
_Don Ant_. [_Aside_.] No bad caution to my friend Isaac.--[_Aloud_.]
Well, well, father, do you do your part, and I'll abide the
consequences.
_Isaac_. Ay, and so will I.
_Enter_ DONNA LOUISA, _running_.
_Don. Louisa_. O Antonio, Ferdinand is at the porch, and inquiring for
us.
_Isaac_. Who? Don Ferdinand! he's not inquiring for me, I hope.
_Don Ant_. Fear not, my love; I'll soon pacify him.
_Isaac_. Egad, you won't. Antonio, take my advice, and run away; this
Ferdinand is the most unmerciful dog, and has the cursedest long
sword! and, upon my, soul, he comes on purpose to cut your throat.
_Don Ant_. Never fear, never fear.
_Isaac_. Well, you may stay if you will; but I'll get some one to
marry me: for by St.
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