By him we love offended, How soon our anger flies! One day apart, 'tis ended; Behold him, and it dies. Last night, your roving brother, Enraged, I bade depart; And sure his rude presumption Deserved to lose my heart. Yet, were he now before met In spite of injured pride, I fear my eyes would pardon Before my tongue could chide. Don. Louisa. I protest, Clara, I shall begin to think you are seriously resolved to enter on your probation. Don. Clara. And, seriously, I very much doubt whether the character of a nun would not become me best. Don. Louisa. Why, to be sure, the character of a nun is a very becoming one at a masquerade: but no pretty woman, in her senses, ever thought of taking the veil for above a night. Don. Clara. Yonder I see your Antonio is returned--I shall only interrupt you; ah, Louisa, with what happy eagerness you turn to look for him! (Exit.) (Enter.) DON ANTONIO. Don Ant. Well, my Louisa, any news since I left you? Don. Louisa. None. The messenger is not yet returned from my father. Don Ant. Well, I confess, I do not perceive what we are to expect from him. Don. Louisa. I shall be easier, however, in having made the trial: I do not doubt your sincerity, Antonio; but there is a chilling air around poverty, that often kills affection, that was not nursed in it. If we would make love our household god, we had best secure him a comfortable roof.

Song Monologue from The Duenna: A Comic Opera

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