Don. Louisa. Oh, shame! you have used no diligence. Is this your courtesy to a lady, who has trusted herself to your protection?
Don Car. Indeed, madam, I have not been remiss.
Don. Louisa. Well, well; but if either of you had known how each moment of delay weighs upon the heart of her who loves, and waits the object of her love, oh, ye would not then have trifled thus!
Don Car. Alas, I know it well!
Don. Louisa. Were you ever in love, then?
Don Car. I was, lady; but, while I have life, I will never be again.
Don. Louisa. Was your mistress so cruel?
Don Car. If she had always been so, I should have been happier.
SONG.
Oh, had my love ne'er smiled on me,
I ne'er had known such anguish;
But think how false, how cruel she,
To bid me cease to languish;
To bid me hope her hand to gain,
Breathe on a flame half perish'd;
And then with cold and fixed disdain,
To kill the hope she cherish'd.