Isa. Here, sir; through the dark walk: 'tis but a little way about—He's my own beyond redemption—
[Aside.
Burr. The Indies are mine; and a handsome lady into the bargain.
[Excunt.
Enter FAILER, dogging them, as they go off.
Fail. He shall be hanged, ere he shall get her. Thus far I have dogged them, and this way I am sure they must pass, ere they come to the house. The rogue had got the old dog-trick of a statesman; to fish things out of wiser heads than his own, and never so much as to take notice of him that gave the counsel—
Enter ISABELLA and BURR again.
Now, if I can but give her the hint without his knowledge!—Madam—my lady Constance!
Isa. What voice is that?
Fail. A word in private, or you are undone—Pray step aside.