Don. Clara, So, yonder they go, as happy as a mutual and confessed affection can make them, while I am left in solitude. Heigho! love may perhaps excuse the rashness of an elopement from one's friend, but I am sure nothing but the presence of the man we love can support it. Ha! what do I see! Ferdinand, as I live! How could he gain admission? By potent gold, I suppose, as Antonio did. How eager and disturbed he seems! He shall not know me as yet. [Lets down her veil.]
Enter DON FERDINAND.
Don Ferd. Yes, those were certainly they—my information was right. [Going.]
Don. Clara. [Stops him.] Pray, signor, what is your business here?
Don Ferd. No matter—no matter! Oh! they stop.—[Looks out.] Yes, that is the perfidious Clara indeed!
Don. Clara. So, a jealous error—I'm glad to see him so moved. [Aside.]
Don Ferd. Her disguise can't conceal her—no, no, I know her too well.
Don. Clara. [Aside.] Wonderful discernment!—[Aloud.] But, signor——
Don Ferd. Be quiet, good nun; don't tease me!—By heavens, she leans upon his arm, hangs fondly on it! O woman, woman!
Don. Clar. But, signor, who is it you want?