Isab. What a vile contrivance!
Don Fer. No, madam, yours was the contrivance, which love and accident have counteracted, in justice to this injured lady.
Isab. Oh, that villain Spado!
Don Juan. Spado? why that's the villain told me you were deaf.
Don Scipio. Why, he made me believe you could not hear a word.
Isab. And led me into this unlucky error.
[Exit Isabella.
Don Juan. Oh, what a lying scoundrel!
Enter Spado, behind.
Spado. I wonder how my work goes on here!—[Roars in Don Juan's Ear.] I give you joy, sir.