Isaac. Roguish, you'll say, but keen, eh? devilish keen?
Don Ant. So you are indeed—keen—very keen.
Isaac. And what a laugh we shall have at Don Jerome's when the truth comes out I hey?
Don. Louisa. Yes, I'll answer for it, we shall have a good laugh, when the truth comes out, Ha! ha! ha!
Re-enter DON CARLOS.
Don Car. Here are the dancers come to practise the fandango you intended to have honoured Donna Louisa with.
Isaac. Oh, I shan't want them; but, as I must pay them, I'll see a caper for my money. Will you excuse me?
Don. Louisa. Willingly.
Isaac. Here's my friend, whom you may command for any service. Madam, our most obedient—Antonio, I wish you all happiness.— [Aside.] Oh, the easy blockhead! what a tool I have made of him!— This was a masterpiece! [Exit.]
Don. Louisa. Carlos, will you be my guard again, and convey me to the convent of St. Catherine?