Don. Louisa. Turn thee round, I pray thee, Calm awhile thy rage. Don. Clara. I must help to stay thee, And thy wrath assuage. Don. Louisa. Couldst thou not discover One so dear to thee? Don. Clara. Canst thou be a lover, And thus fly from me? (Both unveil.) Don Ferd. How's this? My sister! Clara, too--I'm confounded. Don. Louisa. 'Tis even so, good brother. Paul. How! what impiety? did the man want to marry his own sister? Don. Louisa. And ar'n't you ashamed of yourself not to know your own sister? Don. Clara. To drive away your own mistress---- Don. Louisa. Don't you see how jealousy blinds people? Don. Clara. Ay, and will you ever be jealous again? Don Ferd. Never--never!--You, sister, I know will forgive me--but how, Clara, shall I presume---- Don. Clara. No, no; just now you told me not to tease you--"Who do you want, good signor?" "Not you, not you!" Oh you blind wretch! but swear never to be jealous again, and I'll forgive you. Don Ferd. By all---- Don. Clara. There, that will do--you'll keep the oath just as well. (Gives her hand.) Don. Louisa. But, brother, here is one to whom some apology is due. Don Ferd. Antonio, I am ashamed to think---- Don Ant. Not a word of excuse, Ferdinand--I have not been in love myself without learning that a lover's anger should never be resented. But come--let us retire, with this good father, and we'll explain to you the cause of this error.

Duet Monologue from The Duenna: A Comic Opera

Rehearse Duet's monologue