Isaac. You never did a wiser thing, believe me; and, as for deceiving your friend, that's nothing at all—tricking is all fair in love, isn't it, ma'am?
Don. Louisa. Certainly, sir; and I am particularly glad to find you are of that opinion.
Isaac. O Lud! yes, ma'am—let any one outwit me that can, I say! But here, let me join your hands. There you lucky rogue! I wish you happily married from the bottom of my soul!
Don. Louisa. And I am sure, if you wish it, no one else should prevent it.
Isaac. Now, Antonio, we are rivals no more; so let us be friends, will you?
Don Ant. With all my heart, Isaac.
Isaac. It is not every man, let me tell you, that would have taken such pains, or been so generous to a rival.
Don Ant. No, 'faith, I don't believe there's another beside yourself in all Spain.
Isaac. Well, but you resign all pretensions to the other lady?
Don Ant. That I do, most sincerely.