Inis. So much the better—she expects you'll be awkward.
Marquis. Expects I shall be awkward!
Isabel. Pshaw, pshaw—Hesitate no longer with your fears, but away—you know your first court must be to the uncle, and when you have been a little time in the house your apprehensions will vanish.—Away, away.
Marquis. But if she should not condescend to see me?
Inis. Oh, my Lord, you may depend upon it she will, because of my dream.
(Exit Marquis on one side and Isabella and Inis on the other.)
SCENE III.
The Hall in the Castle.
Enter FLORA and JEROME.
Flora. Ha, ha, ha, ha.