A Court before the Priory.
Enter ISAAC, crossing the stage, DON ANTONIO following.
Don Ant. What, my friend Isaac!
Isaac. What, Antonio! wish me joy! I have Louisa safe.
Don Ant. Have you? I wish you joy with all my soul.
Isaac. Yes, I come here to procure a priest to marry us.
Don Ant. So, then, we are both on the same errand; I am come to look for Father Paul.
Isaac. Ha! I’m glad on’t — but, i’faith, he must tack me first; my love is waiting.
Don Ant. So is mine — I left her in the porch.
Isaac. Ay, but I’m in haste to go back to Don Jerome.
Don Ant. And so am I too.
Isaac. Well, perhaps he’ll save time, and marry us both together — or I’ll be your father, and you shall be mine. Come along — but you are obliged to me for all this.
Don Ant. Yes, yes. [Exeunt.]