Don Jer. Yes; and those Dutch and English traders, as you call them, are the wiser people. Why, booby, in England they were formerly as nice, as to birth and family, as we are: but they have long discovered what a wonderful purifier gold is; and now, no one there regards pedigree in anything but a horse. Oh, here comes Isaac! I hope he has prospered in his suit.
Don Ferd. Doubtless, that agreeable figure of his must have helped his suit surprisingly.
Don Jer. How now? [DON FERDINAND walks aside.]
Enter ISAAC.
Well, my friend, have you softened her?
Isaac. Oh, yes; I have softened her.
Don Jer. What, does she come to?
Isaac. Why, truly, she was kinder than I expected to find her.
Don Jer. And the dear little angel was civil, eh?
Isaac. Yes, the pretty little angel was very civil.