Isaac. Zooks! where are we to go?
Don Ferd. Why, did anything more pass?
Isaac. Anything more! yes; the end on't was, that I was moved with her speeches, and complied with her desires.
Don Ferd. Well and where is she?
Isaac. Where is she? why, don't I tell you? I complied with her request, and left her safe in the arms of her lover.
Don Ferd. 'Sdeath, you trifle with me!—I have never seen her.
Isaac. You! O Lud no! how the devil should you? 'Twas Antonio she wanted; and with Antonio I left her.
Don Ferd. [Aside.] Hell and madness!—[Aloud.] What, Antonio d'Ercilla?
Isaac. Ay, ay, the very man; and the best part of it was, he was shy of taking her at first. He talked a good deal about honour, and conscience, and deceiving some dear friend; but, Lord, we soon overruled that!
Don Ferd. You did!