Indeed, I believe not, sir--he's mad, I doubt! I'm sure he has
frighted me from him.
_Don Jer_. Ay, ay, he's after some wench, I suppose: a young rake!
Well, well, we'll be merry without him. [_Exit_ LOPEZ.]
_Enter a_ SERVANT.
_Ser_. Sir, here is Signor Isaac. [_Exit_.]
_Enter_ ISAAC.
_Don Jer_. So, my dear son-in-law--there, take my blessing and
forgiveness. But where's my daughter? where's Louisa?
_Isaac_. She's without, impatient for a blessing, but almost afraid to
enter.
_Don Jer_. Oh, fly and bring her in.--[_Exit_ ISAAC.] Poor girl, I
long to see her pretty face.
_Isaac_. [_Without_.] Come, my, charmer! my trembling angel!
_Re-enter_ ISAAC _with_ DUENNA; DON JEROME _runs to meet them; she
kneels_.
_Don Jer_. Come to my arms, my--[_Starts back_.] Why, who the devil
have we here?
_Isaac_. Nay, Don Jerome, you promised her forgiveness; see how the
dear creature droops!
_Don Jer_. Droops indeed! Why, Gad take me, this is old Margaret! But
where's my daughter? where's Louisa?
_Isaac_. Why, here, before your eyes--nay, don't be abashed, my sweet
wife!
_Don Jer_. Wife with a vengeance! Why, zounds! you have not married
the Duenna!
_Duen_. [_Kneeling_.] Oh, dear papa! you'll not disown me, sure!
_Don Jer_.
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