Well done, Margaret!
_Duen_. But you shall know that I have a brother who wears a sword--
and, if you don't do me justice--
_Isaac_. Fire seize your brother, and you too! I'll fly to Jerusalem
to avoid you!
_Duen_. Fly where you will, I'll follow you.
_Don Jer_. Throw your snowy arms about him, Margaret.--[_Exeunt_ ISAAC
_and_ DUENNA.] But, Louisa, are you really married to this modest
gentleman?
_Don. Louisa_. Sir, in obedience to your commands, I gave him my hand
within this hour.
_Don Jer_. My commands!
_Don Ant_. Yes, sir; here is your consent, under your own hand.
_Don Jer_. How! would you rob me of my child by a trick, a false
pretence? and do you think to get her fortune by the same means? Why,
'slife! you are as great a rogue as Isaac!
_Don Ant_. No, Don Jerome; though I have profited by this paper in
gaining your daughter's hand, I scorn to obtain her fortune by deceit.
There, sir--[_Gives a letter_.] Now give her your blessing for a
dower, and all the little I possess shall be settled on her in return.
Had you wedded her to a prince, he could do no more.
_Don Jer_. Why, Gad, take me, but you are a very extraordinary fellow!
But have you the impudence to suppose no one can do a generous action
but yourself? Here, Louisa, tell this proud fool of yours that he's
the only man I know that would renounce your fortune; and, by my soul!
he's the only man in Spain that's worthy of it.
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