Isaac. Oh, dear brother-in-law, I beg pardon! I don't pity you in the least, upon my soul!
Don Ferd. Get hence, fool, and provoke me no further; nothing but your insignificance saves you!
Isaac. [Aside.] I'faith, then, my insignificance is the best friend I have.—[Aloud.] I'm going, dear Ferdinand.—[Aside.] What a curst hot hot-headed bully it is! [Exeunt severally.]
SCENE III.—The Garden of the Convent.
Enter DONNA LOUISA and DONNA CLARA.
Don. Louisa. And you really wish my brother may not find you out?
Don. Clara. Why else have I concealed myself under this disguise?
Don. Louisa. Why, perhaps because the dress becomes you: for you certainly don't intend to be a nun for life.
Don. Clara. If, indeed, Ferdinand had not offended me so last night—
Don. Louisa. Come, come, it was his fear of losing you made him so rash.