ISA. Ah, you would overwhelm her with confusion, and she might justly complain of my want of discretion. Since I must not countenance her design, at least wait till I send her away. SGAN. Well, do so. ISA. But above all, conceal yourself, I beg of you, and be content to see her depart without speaking one word to her. SGAN. Yes, for your sake I will restrain my anger; but as soon as she is gone, I will go and find my brother without delay. I shall be delighted to run and tell him of this business. ISA. I entreat you, then, not to mention my name. Good night; for I shall shut myself in at the same time. SGAN. Till to-morrow, dear... How impatient I am to see my brother, and tell him of his plight! The good man has been victimized, with all his bombast! [Footnote: The original has _phébus_, which is often used for a swollen and pretentious style, because it is said that a work on the chase, written in the fourteenth century by Gaston, Count of Foix, in such a style, was called _Miroir de Phébus_. It is more probable that the word _phébus_, meaning showy language, is derived from the Greek _phoibos_, brilliant.] I would not have this undone for twenty crowns! ISA. (_Within_). Yes, sister, I am sorry to incur your displeasure; but what you wish me to do is impossible. My honour, which is dear to me, would run too great a risk. Farewell, go home before it is too late. SGAN. There she goes, fretting finely, I warrant. Let me lock the door, for fear she should return. ISA. (_Going out disguised_). Heaven! abandon me not in my resolve! SGAN. Whither can she be going? Let me follow her. ISA. (_Aside_). Night, at least, favours me in my distress. SGAN. (_Aside_). To the gallant's house! What is her design? SCENE III.--VALÈRE, ISABELLA, SGANARELLE. VAL. (_Coming out quickly_). Yes, yes; I will this night make some effort to speak to... Who is there? ISA. (_To Valère_). No noise, Valère; I have forestalled you; I am Isabella. SGAN. (_Aside_). You lie, minx; it is not she. She is too staunch to those laws of honour which you forsake; you are falsely assuming her name and voice. ISA. (_To Valère_). But unless by the holy bonds of matrimony... VAL. Yes; that is my only purpose; and here I make you a solemn promise that to-morrow I will go wherever you please to be married to you. SGAN. (_Aside_). Poor deluded fool! VAL. Enter with confidence. I now defy the power of your duped Argus; before he can tear you from my love, this arm shall stab him to the heart a thousand times. SCENE IV.--SGANARELLE, _alone_.