Isaac.
My mistress expects me, and I must go to her,
Or how can I hope for a smile?
Don. Louisa.
Soon may you return a prosperous wooer,
But think what I suffer the while.
Alone, and away from the man whom I love,
In strangers I'm forced to confide.
Isaac.
Dear lady, my friend you may trust, and he'll prove
Your servant, protector, and guide.
AIR.
Don Car.
Gentle maid, ah! why suspect me?
Let me serve thee—then reject me.
Canst thou trust, and I deceive thee?
Art thou sad, and shall I grieve thee?
Gentle maid, ah I why suspect me?
Let me serve thee—then reject me.
TRIO.
Don. Louisa.
Never mayst thou happy be,
If in aught thou'rt false to me.
Isaac.
Never may he happy be,
If in aught he's false to thee.
Don Car.
Never may I happy be,
If in aught I'm false to thee.
Don. Louisa.
Never mayst thou, &c.