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 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. 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.