Cam. And how have they receiv'd it?
Isab. To your wishes both. As for Lorenzo, he is yet a stranger to all has past, and the two old fathers desire he may some moments longer continue so. They have agreed to be a little merry with the heat he is in, and engage you in a family-quarrel with him.
Cam. I doubt, Isabella, I shall act that part but faintly.
Isab. No matter, you'll make amends for it in the scene of reconciliation.
Cam. Pray heaven it be my lot to act it with him.
Isab. Here comes Don Felix to wish you joy.
Enter Don Felix.
Don Fel. Come near, my daughter, and with extended arms of great affection let me receive thee. [Kisses her.] Thou art a dainty wench, good faith thou art, and 'tis a mettled action thou hast done; if Lorenzo don't like thee the better for't, Cods my life, he's a pitiful fellow, and I shan't believe the bonny old man had the getting of him.
Cam. I'm so encourag'd by your forgiveness, Sir, methinks I have some flattering hopes of his.
Don Fel. Of his! I'gad, and he had best, I believe he'll meet with his match if he don't. What dost think of trying his courage a little, by way of a joke or so?