Don Jer. Come, little Solomon, if any sparks of anger had remained, this would be the only way to quench them.
TRIO.
A bumper of good liquor
Will end a contest quicker
Than justice, judge, or vicar;
So fill a cheerful glass,
And let good humour pass.
But if more deep the quarrel,
Why, sooner drain the barrel
Than be the hateful fellow
That's crabbed when he's mellow.
A bumper, &c. [Exeunt.]
SCENE IV.—ISAAC'S Lodgings.
Enter DONNA LOUISA.
Don. Louisa. Was ever truant daughter so whimsically circumstanced as I am? I have sent my intended husband to look after my lover—the man of my father's choice is gone to bring me the man of my own: but how dispiriting is this interval of expectation!
SONG.
What bard, O Time, discover,
With wings first made thee move?
Ah! sure it was some lover
Who ne'er had left his love!
For who that once did prove
The pangs which absence brings,
Though but one day He were away,
Could picture thee with wings?
What bard, &c.
Enter DON CARLOS.
So, friend, is Antonio found?
Don Car. I could not meet with him, lady; but I doubt not my friend Isaac will be here with him presently.