"Isaac. There, you booby, there she stands.
"Moses. Why she's damn'd ugly.
"Isaac. Hush! (stops his mouth.)
"Duenna. What is your friend saying, Don?
"Isaac. Oh, Ma'am, he's expressing his raptures at such charms as he never saw before.
"Moses. Ay, such as I never saw before indeed. (aside.)
"Duenna. You are very obliging, gentlemen; but, I dare say, Sir, your friend is no stranger to the influence of beauty. I doubt not but he is a lover himself.
"Moses. Alas! Madam, there is now but one woman living, whom I have any love for, and truly, Ma'am, you resemble her wonderfully.
"Duenna. Well, Sir, I wish she may give you her hand as speedily as I shall mine to your friend.
"Moses. Me her hand!—O Lord, Ma'am—she is the last woman in the world I could think of marrying.