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_._

Char. Her Eyes declare she knows me.
    (Aside.

Sir Geo. She begins to hear Reason, Sir, the fear of being turn’d out
of Doors has done it.
    (Runs back to Isabinda.

Isab. ’Tis he, oh! my ravish’d Soul.

Sir Geo. Take heed, Madam, you don’t betray your self.  Seem with Reluctance to consent, or you are undone, (runs to Sir Jealous_._) speak gently to her, Sir, I’m sure she’ll yield, I see it in her Face.

Sir Jeal. Well, Isabinda, can you refuse to bless a Father, whose
only Care is to make you happy, as Mr. Meanwell has inform’d you. 
Come, wipe thy Eyes; nay, prithee do, or thou wilt break thy Father’s
Heart; see thou bring’st the Tears in mine to think of thy undutiful
Carriage to me.
    (Weeps.

Isab. Oh! do not weep, Sir, your Tears are like a Ponyard to my Soul; do with me what you please, I am all Obedience.

Sir Jeal. Ha! then thou art my Child agen.

Sir Geo. ’Tis done, and now Friend the Day’s thy own.

Char. The happiest of my Life, if nothing Intervene.

Sir Jeal. And wilt thou love him?

Isab. I will endeavour it, Sir.

  Enter Servant.

Serv. Sir, Here is Mr. Tackum.

Sir Jeal. Show him into the Parlour—­Senior tome vind sueipora; cete
Momenta les Junta les Manos.
    (Gives her to Charles.

Char. Oh! transport—­Senior yo la recibo Como se deve un Tesoro tan
Grande. Oh! my Joy, my Life, my Soul.
    (Embrace.

Isab. My Faithful everlasting Comfort.

Sir Jeal. Now, Mr. Meanwell let’s to the Parson,
  Who, by his Art will join this Pair for Life,
  Make me the happiest Father, her the happiest Wife.
    (Exit.