Isaac. I doubt you have a little hankering there still.
Don Ant. None in the least, upon my soul.
Isaac. I mean after her fortune.
Don Ant. No, believe me. You are heartily welcome to every thing she has.
Isaac. Well, i'faith, you have the best of the bargain, as to beauty, twenty to one. Now I'll tell you a secret—I am to carry off Louisa this very evening.
Don. Louisa. Indeed!
Isaac. Yes, she has sworn not to take a husband from her father's hand—so I've persuaded him to trust her to walk with me in the garden, and then we shall give him the slip.
Don. Louisa. And is Don Jerome to know nothing of this?
Isaac. O Lud, no! there lies the jest. Don't you see that, by this step, I over-reach him? I shall be entitled to the girl's fortune, without settling a ducat on her. Ha! ha! ha! I'm a cunning dog, an't I? a sly little villain, eh?
Don Ant. Ha! ha! ha! you are indeed!