Papa! papa! Why, zounds! your impudence is as great as your
ugliness!
_Isaac_. Rise, my charmer, go throw your snowy arms about his neck,
and convince him you are----
_Duen_. Oh, sir, forgive me! [_Embraces him_.]
_Don Jer_. Help! murder!
_Enter_ SERVANTS.
_Ser_. What's the matter, sir?
_Don Jer_. Why, here, this damned Jew has brought an old harridan to
strangle me.
_Isaac_. Lord, it is his own daughter, and he is so hard-hearted he
won't forgive her!
_Enter_ DON ANTONIO _and_ DONNA LOUISA; _they kneel_.
_Don Jer_. Zounds and fury! what's here now? who sent for you, sir,
and who the devil are you?
_Don Ant_. This lady's husband, sir.
_Isaac_. Ay, that he is, I'll be sworn; for I left them with a priest,
and was to have given her away.
_Don Jer_. You were?
_Isaac_. Ay; that's my honest friend, Antonio; and that's the little
girl I told you I had hampered him with.
_Don Jer_. Why, you are either drunk or mad--this is my daughter.
_Isaac_. No, no; 'tis you are both drunk and mad, I think--here's your
daughter.
_Don Jer_. Hark ye, old iniquity! will you explain all this, or not?
_Duen_. Come then, Don Jerome, I will--though our habits might inform
you all. Look on your daughter, there, and on me.
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