_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._ SCENE Changes to the Street before Sir _Jealous_'s Door. _Enter _Marplot_, Solus._ _Marpl._ I have hunted all over the Town for _Charles_, but can't find him; and by _Whisper_'s scouting at the End of the Street, I suspect he must be in this House again. I'm inform'd too that he has borrow'd a _Spanish_ Habit out of the _Play-house_. What can it mean? _Enter a Servant of Sir _Jealous_'s to him, out of the House._ Hark'e, Sir, do you belong to this House?