Paul. For shame! you make me angry: you forget who I am, and when importunate people have forced their trash—ay, into this pocket here— or into this—why, then the sin was theirs.—[They put money into his pockets.] Fie, now how you distress me! I would return it, but that I must touch it that way, and so wrong my oath.
Don Ant. Now then, come with us.
Isaac. Ay, now give us our title to joy and rapture.
Paul. Well, when your hour of repentance comes, don't blame me.
Don Ant. [Aside.] No bad caution to my friend Isaac.—[Aloud.] Well, well, father, do you do your part, and I'll abide the consequences.
Isaac. Ay, and so will I.
Enter DONNA LOUISA, running.
Don. Louisa. O Antonio, Ferdinand is at the porch, and inquiring for us.
Isaac. Who? Don Ferdinand! he's not inquiring for me, I hope.
Don Ant. Fear not, my love; I'll soon pacify him.