Paul. Friend, you are rude, to interrupt the union of two willing hearts.
Don Ferd. No, meddling priest! the hand he seeks is mine.
Paul. If so, I'll proceed no further. Lady, did you ever promise this youth your hand? [To DONNA LOUISA, who shakes her head.]
Don Ferd. Clara, I thank you for your silence—I would not have heard your tongue avow such falsity; be't your punishment to remember that I have not reproached you.
Enter DONNA CLARA, veiled.
Don. Clara. What mockery is this?
Don Ferd. Antonio, you are protected now, but we shall meet. [Going, DONNA CLARA holds one arm, and DONNA LOUISA the other.]
DUET.
Don. Louisa.
Turn thee round, I pray thee,
Calm awhile thy rage.
Don. Clara.
I must help to stay thee,
And thy wrath assuage.