Leo. I'm not concern'd: I have no Designs upon him; I care not who he loves.
Isab. Why then are you angry?
Leo. Why do you say he does not care for me!
Isab. Well, to content you then, I know nothing certain, but that I love him.
Leo. And to content you; I know nothing so certain, as that I neither love him, nor ever can love him: And so I hope we are Friends again.
Isab. Kiss me, then, and let us never be otherwise.
Leo. Agreed: [They kiss.] And now, my Dear, as my Misfortune's nearest, I am first to be pity'd; I am the most wretched Woman living. My Father every Moment expects a Gentleman from Flanders, to whom he has resolv'd to marry me. But neither Duty, nor Prudence, nor Danger, nor Resolution, nor all I can summon to my Aid, can drive your Brother from my Heart; but there he's fix'd to ruin me.
Jacin. Madam, here's Don Guzman at the Chamber-Door; he begs so passionately to come in, sure you can't refuse him.
Leo. Heav'ns! But does he consider to what he exposes me?
Jacin. Madam, he considers nothing; if he did, I'd say he were an impudent Fellow, to pretend to be in Love with you.