Clara_. No, no; just now you told me not to tease you--"Who do
you want, good signor?" "Not you, not you!" Oh you blind wretch! but
swear never to be jealous again, and I'll forgive you.
_Don Ferd_. By all----
_Don. Clara_. There, that will do--you'll keep the oath just as well.
[_Gives her hand_.]
_Don. Louisa_. But, brother, here is one to whom some apology is due.
_Don Ferd_. Antonio, I am ashamed to think----
_Don Ant_. Not a word of excuse, Ferdinand--I have not been in love
myself without learning that a lover's anger should never be resented.
But come--let us retire, with this good father, and we'll explain to
you the cause of this error.
GLEE AND CHORUS.
Oft does Hymen smile to hear
Wordy vows of feign'd regard;
Well, he knows when they're sincere,
Never slow to give reward
For his glory is to prove
Kind to those who wed for love. [_Exeunt_.]
SCENE VII--_A Grand Saloon in_ DON JEROME'S _House_.
_Enter_ DON JEROME, LOPEZ, _and_ SERVANTS.
_Don Jer_. Be sure, now, let everything be in the best order--let all
my servants have on their merriest faces: but tell them to get as
little drunk as possible, till after supper.--[_Exeunt_ SERVANTS.] So,
Lopez, where's your master? shan't we have him at supper?
_Lop_.
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