Don Jer. 'Sdeath! you are as great a fool as he! What mistake can there be? Did not I lock up Louisa, and haven't I the key in my own pocket? and didn't her maid show him into the dressing-room? and yet you talk of a mistake! No, the Portuguese meant to insult me—and, but that this roof protects him, old as I am, this sword should do me justice.
Isaac. I[Aside.] must get off as well as I can—her fortune is not the less handsome.
DUET.
Isaac.
Believe me, good sir, I ne'er meant to offend;
My mistress I love, and I value my friend
To win her and wed her is still my request,
For better for worse—and I swear I don't jest.
Don Jer.
Zounds! you'd best not provoke me, my rage is so high!
Isaac.
Hold him fast, I beseech you, his rage is so high!
Good sir, you're too hot, and this place I must fly.
Don Jer.
You're a knave and a sot, and this place you'd best fly.
Isaac. Don Jerome, come now, let us lay aside all joking, and be serious.
Don Jer. How?
Isaac. Ha! ha! ha! I'll be hanged if you haven't taken my abuse of your daughter seriously.