(Aside.
Sir Geo. Come, Madam, do not blindly cast your Life away just in the Moment you would wish to have it.
Isab. Pray cease your Trouble, Sir, I have no Wish but sudden Death to free me from this hated Spaniard. If you are his Friend inform him what I say; my Heart is given to another Youth, whom I love with the same strength of Passion that I hate this Diego; with whom, if I am forc'd to wed, my own Hand shall cut the Gordian Knot.
Sir Geo. Suppose this Spaniard which you strive to shun should be the very Man to whom you'd flye?
Isab. Ha!
Sir Geo. Would you not blame your rash Result, and curse those Eyes that would not look on Charles.
Isab. On Charles! Oh you have inspir'd new Life, and collected every wandring Sense. Where is he? Oh! let me flye into his Arms.
(Rises.
Sir Geo. Hold, hold, hold, 'Zdeath, Madam, you'll ruin all, your Father believes him to be Seignor Barbinetto. Compose your self a little, pray Madam.
(He runs to Sir Jealous.