Isaac. Oh, Ferdinand! my brother-in-law that shall be, who thought of meeting you?
Don Ferd. But what of Clara?
Isaac. I'faith, you shall hear. This morning, as I was coming down, I met a pretty damsel, who told me her name was Clara d'Almanza, and begged my protection.
Don Ferd. How!
Isaac. She said she had eloped from her father, Don Guzman, but that love for a young gentleman in Seville was the cause.
Don Ferd. Oh, Heavens! did she confess it?
Isaac. Oh, yes, she confessed at once. But then, says she, my lover is not informed of my flight, nor suspects my intention.
Don Ferd. [Aside.] Dear creature! no more I did indeed! Oh, I am the happiest fellow!—[Aloud.] Well, Isaac?
Isaac. Why then she entreated me to find him out for her, and bring him to her.
Don Ferd. Good Heavens, how lucky! Well, come along, let's lose no time. [Pulling him.]