Leo. But, when he attacks my Door, Madam, and almost breaks it down, I don't know how in the World to fancy 'tis your's.
Isab. A Man may do that to disguise his real Inclination.
Leo. Nay, if you please, believe he's dying for you. I wish he were; then I shou'd be troubled no more with him. Be sure, Jacinta, you don't open a Window to-night.
Isab. Not while I'm here, at least; for if he knows that, he may chance to press in.
Leo. Look you, Isabella, 'tis entirely alike to me, who he's fond of; but I'm so much your Friend, I can't endure to see you deceiv'd.
Isab. And since I have the same Kindness for you, Leonora, know, in short, that my Brother is so alarm'd at his Passion for me, that he has forbid him the Street.
Leo. Bless my Soul! and don't you plainly see by that, he's jealous of him upon my Account?
Isa. [Smiling.] He's jealous of his Honour, Madam, lest he shou'd debauch his Sister.
Leo. I say, he's jealous of his Love, lest he shou'd corrupt his Mistress.
Isab. But why all this Heat? If you love my Brother, why are you concern'd Don John shou'd love me?