[ACT III. ACT THE THIRD. SCENE I. A Library. Enter JEROME and will make com latinate daughter LOUISA. she shall have it!-'egad, I I have fulfilled my resoluOh, there's nothing like ob be a noble super provided in the saneup my best vines, and let me [Exeunt. Adderall my does to be thrown open it, I can't comprehests with masks or without masks velight oft-And Pill let them see y cay an alti man can be. மண்ணா lies in a well, length my vigour's flown, [Exit. 1 SCENE 11: The New Piazza. Enter FERDINAND and LOPEZ. Ferd. What could you gather no tidings of her? she was gone? O Clara! Clara! sir, I could not. That she was her father, was in every body's t Don Guzman was in pursuit of ery common report-where she was was become of her, no one could take say. ACT THE THIRD. SCENE I. A Library. Enter JEROME and SERVANT. Jerome. Why, I never was so amazed in my life! Louisa gone off with Isaac Mendoza! what! steal away with the very man whom I wanted her to marry -elope with her own husband, as it were—it is impossible! Serv. Her maid says, sir, they had your leave to walk in the garden, while you was abroad-The door by the shrubbery was found open, and they have not been heard of since. [Exit. Jerome. Well, it is the most unaccountable affair! 'sdeath! there is certainly some infernal mystery in it, I can't comprehend ! Enter SECOND SERVANT, with a Letter. Serv. Here is a letter, sir, from Signor Isaac. [Exit. Jerome. So, so, this will explain-ay, Isaac Mendoza-let me see Dearest Sir, Reads. You must, doubtless, be much surprised at my flight with your daughter-Yes, 'faith, and well I may-I had the happiness to gain her heart at our first inter view-The devil you had!—But she having unfortunately made a vow not to receive a husband from your hands, I was obliged to comply with her whim-So, so! -We shall shortly throw ourselves at your feet, and I hope you will have a blessing ready for one, who will then be Your son-in-law, ISAAC MENDOZA. A whim, hey? Why, the devil's in the girl, I think! This morning, she would die sooner than have him, and before evening, she runs away with him!-Well, well, my will's accomplished-let the motive be what it will and the Portuguese, sure, will never deny to fulfil the rest of the article. Enter SERVANT, with another Letter. Serv. Sir, here's a man below, who says he brought this from my young lady, Donna Louisa. [Exit. Jerome. How! yes it is my daughter's hand indeed! Lord, there was no occasion for them both to write; well, let's see what she [Reads. My dearest Father, says How shall I entreat your pardon for the rash step I have taken-how confess the motive?-Pish! hasn't Isaac just told me the motive?-one would think they weren't together when they wrote-If I have a spirit too resentful of ill usage, I have also a heart as easily affected by kindness-So, so, here the whole matter comes out; her resentment for Antonio's ill usage has made her sensible of Isaac's kindness-yes, yes, it is all plain enough-well-I am not married yet, though with a man, I am convinced, adores me— -Yes, yes, I dare say Isaac is very fond of her-But I shall anxiously expect your answer, in which, should I be so E fortunate as to receive your consent, you will make completely happy, Your ever affectionate daughter LOUISA. My consent? to be sure she shall have it !-'egad, I was never better pleased-I have fulfilled my resolution-I knew I should-Oh, there's nothing like obstinacy-Lewis! Enter SERVant. Let the man, who brought the last letter, wait; and get me a pen and ink below. I am impatient to set poor Louisa's heart at rest-holloa! Lewis! Sancho! Enter SERVANTS. See, that there be a noble supper provided in the saloon to-night-serve up my best wines, and let me have music, d'ye hear? Serv. Yes, sir. [Exeunt. Jerome. And order all my doors to be thrown open -admit all guests, with masks or without masks I'faith, we'll have a night of it—And I'll let them see how merry an old man can be. SONG. Oh, the days when I was young, Little reck'd I of thy frown, |