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. 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?