Re-enter ISAAC with DUENNA; DON JEROME runs to meet them; she kneels.
Don Jer. Come to my arms, my—[Starts back.] Why, who the devil have we here?
Isaac. Nay, Don Jerome, you promised her forgiveness; see how the dear creature droops!
Don Jer. Droops indeed! Why, Gad take me, this is old Margaret! But where's my daughter? where's Louisa?
Isaac. Why, here, before your eyes—nay, don't be abashed, my sweet wife!
Don Jer. Wife with a vengeance! Why, zounds! you have not married the Duenna!
Duen. [Kneeling.] Oh, dear papa! you'll not disown me, sure!
Don Jer. Papa! papa! Why, zounds! your impudence is as great as your ugliness!
Isaac. Rise, my charmer, go throw your snowy arms about his neck, and convince him you are——
Duen. Oh, sir, forgive me! [Embraces him.]