]
_Don Ferd_. Clara, I thank you for your silence--I would not have
heard your tongue avow such falsity; be't your punishment to remember
that I have not reproached you.
_Enter_ DONNA CLARA, _veiled_.
_Don. Clara_. What mockery is this?
_Don Ferd_. Antonio, you are protected now, but we shall meet.
[_Going_, DONNA CLARA _holds one arm, and_ DONNA LOUISA _the other_.]
DUET.
_Don. Louisa_.
Turn thee round, I pray thee,
Calm awhile thy rage.
_Don. Clara_.
I must help to stay thee,
And thy wrath assuage.
_Don. Louisa_.
Couldst thou not discover
One so dear to thee?
_Don. Clara_.
Canst thou be a lover,
And thus fly from me? [_Both unveil_.]
_Don Ferd_. How's this? My sister! Clara, too--I'm confounded.
_Don. Louisa_. 'Tis even so, good brother.
_Paul_. How! what impiety? did the man want to marry his own sister?
_Don. Louisa_. And ar'n't you ashamed of yourself not to know your own
sister?
_Don. Clara_. To drive away your own mistress----
_Don. Louisa_. Don't you see how jealousy blinds people?
_Don. Clara_. Ay, and will you ever be jealous again?
_Don Ferd_. Never--never!--You, sister, I know will forgive me--but
how, Clara, shall I presume----
_Don.
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