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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Castle of Andalusia + A Comic Opera, in Three Acts + +Author: John O'Keeffe + +Commentator: Mrs. Inchbald + +Release Date: July 7, 2011 [EBook #36651] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE CASTLE OF ANDALUSIA *** + + + + +Produced by Steven desJardins, David Garcia and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div style="height: 6em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<div class="figure"> +<a href="images/castle-f.jpg"><img src="images/castle-s.jpg" width="500" height="790" +alt="CASTLE OF ANDALUSIA + PEDRILLO--OH! YOU MOST BEAUTIFUL GODDESS. + ACT II SCENE I + PAINTED BY SINGLETON. PUBLISH'D BY LONGMAN & CO. ENGRAVED BY C. WARREN. + 1807." /></a> +<br /> +CASTLE OF ANDALUSIA<br /> + PEDRILLO—OH! YOU MOST BEAUTIFUL GODDESS.<br /> + ACT II SCENE I<br /> +<small> + PAINTED BY SINGLETON. PUBLISH'D BY LONGMAN & CO. ENGRAVED BY C. WARREN.<br /> + 1807. +</small> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page1" name="page1"></a>[1]</span></p> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h1> + <small>THE</small><br /> <big>CASTLE OF ANDALUSIA;</big> +<br /> + A COMIC OPERA,<br /> <small>IN THREE ACTS;</small> +</h1> + +<p class="center"> +<big><b><span class="sc">By JOHN O'KEEFFE, Esq.</span></b></big> +</p> + +<div style="height: 2em;"><br /><br /></div> + +<p class="center"> +<small>AS PERFORMED AT THE</small><br /> THEATRE ROYAL, COVENT GARDEN. +</p> + +<div style="height: 2em;"><br /><br /></div> + +<p class="center"> +<small> +PRINTED UNDER THE AUTHORITY OF THE MANAGERS<br /> FROM THE PROMPT BOOK. +</small> +</p> + +<div style="height: 2em;"><br /><br /></div> + +<p class="center"> +<small> +WITH REMARKS</small><br /> BY MRS. INCHBALD. +</p> + +<div style="height: 2em;"><br /><br /></div> + +<p class="center"> +LONDON: +<br /> +<small> +PRINTED FOR LONGMAN, HURST, REES, ORME, AND BROWN,<br /> +PATERNOSTER-ROW. +</small> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page2" name="page2"></a>[2]</span></p> + +<div style="height: 2em;"><br /><br /></div> + +<p class="center"> +<span class="sc">Edinburgh:</span><br /> +Printed by James Ballantyne & Co. +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page3" name="page3"></a>[3]</span></p> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + REMARKS. +</h2> + +<p> +A reader must be acquainted with O'Keeffe on the stage to admire him in +the closet. Yet he is entitled to more praise, in being the original +author of a certain species of drama, made up of whim and frolic than +numberless retailers of wit and sentiment with whom that class of +readers are charmed, who are not in the habit of detecting plagiarism. +</p> +<p> +From Operas, since the Beggar's Opera, little has been required by the +town except music and broad humour. The first delights the elegant, the +second the inelegant part of an audience; by which means all parties +are gratified. +</p> +<p> +Had O'Keeffe written less, his reputation would have stood higher with +the public; and so would that of many an author beside himself: but +when a man makes writing his only profession—industry, and prudent +forecast for the morrow, will often stimulate him to produce, with +heavy heart, that composition which his own judgment condemns. Yet +is he compelled to bear the critic's censure, as one whom vanity has +incited to send forth crude thoughts with his entire good + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page4" name="page4"></a>[4]</span> + + will, and +perfect security as to the high value they will have with the world. +</p> +<p> +Let it be known to the world, that more than half the authors who come +before them thus apparently bold and self-approved, are perhaps sinking +under the shame of their puerile works, and discerning in them more +faults, from closer attention and laudable timidity, than the most +severe of their censurers can point out. +</p> +<p> +These observations might be some apology for this Opera, if it required +any. But it has pleased so well in representation, that its deserts as +an exhibition are acknowledged; and if in reading there should appear +something of too much intricacy in the plot, or of improbability in the +events, the author must be supposed to have seen those faults himself; +though want of time, or, most likely, greater reliance upon the power +of music than upon his own labour, impelled him gladly to spare the +one, in reverence to the other. +</p> +<p> +The songs have great comic effect on the stage; particularly those by +some of the male characters: and the mistakes which arise from the +impositions of Spado are highly risible. +</p> +<p> +As the reader, to form a just judgment on "The Castle of Andalusia," +should see it acted; so the auditor, to be equally just, must read it. +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page5" name="page5"></a>[5]</span></p> + +<div style="height: 2em;"><br /><br /></div> + +<p><!--[Blank Page]--><br /></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page6" name="page6"></a>[6]</span></p> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. +</h2> + +<table summary="Dramatis Personae"> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Don Fernando</span> </td><td><i>Mr. Johnstone.</i> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Spado</span> </td><td><i>Mr. Munden.</i> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Pedrillo</span> </td><td><i>Mr. Fawcett.</i> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Don Cæsar</span> </td><td><i>Mr. Townsend.</i> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Don Scipio</span> </td><td><i>Mr. Emery.</i> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Philippo</span> </td><td><i>Mr. King.</i> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Rapino</span> </td><td><i>Mr. Abbot.</i> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Calvette</span> </td><td><i>Mr. Atkins.</i> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Vasquez</span> </td><td><i>Mr. Klanert.</i> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Don Juan</span> </td><td><i>Mr. Davenport.</i> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Don Alphonso</span> </td><td><i>Mr. Braham.</i> </td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2"></td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Victoria</span> </td><td><i>Mrs. Atkins.</i> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Catilina</span> </td><td><i>Mrs. Mills.</i> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Isabella</span> </td><td><i>Mrs. Powell.</i> </td></tr> +<tr><td> <span class="sc">Lorenza</span> </td><td><i>Signora Storace.</i> </td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2"></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2"><span class="sc">Banditti, Servants</span>, <i>&c.</i></td></tr> +</table> + +<p class="scene"> +<i>SCENE,—Spain.</i> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page7" name="page7"></a>[7]</span></p> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<p class="center"> +<b><big>THE CASTLE OF ANDALUSIA.</big></b> +</p> + +<hr /> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + ACT THE FIRST. +</h2> +<h3> +SCENE I. +</h3> +<p class="scene"> + <i>A Cavern with winding Stairs, and recesses cut in the Rock; a + large Lamp hanging in the Centre; a Table, Wine, Fruits, &c. in + disorder.—At the Head <span class="sc">Don Cæsar</span>; on each Side <span class="sc">Spado</span>, <span class="sc">Sanguino</span>, + <span class="sc">Rapino</span>, and others of the Banditti.</i> +</p> + +<h3> +AIR I. AND CHORUS. +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Don Cæsar. <i>Here we sons of freedom dwell,</i></p> +<p class="i16"> <i>In our friendly, rock-hewn cell;</i></p> +<p class="i16"> <i>Pleasure's dictates we obey,</i></p> +<p class="i16"> <i>Nature points us out the way,</i></p> +<p class="i16"> <i>Ever social, great and free,</i></p> +<p class="i16"> <i>Valour guards our liberty.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="center"> +AIR. +</p> +<p class="i2"> Don Cæsar. <i>Of severe and partial laws,</i></p> +<p class="i18"> <i>Venal judges, Alguazils;</i></p> +<p class="i16"> <i>Dreary dungeons' iron jaws,</i></p> +<p class="i18"> <i>Oar and gibbet—whips or wheels,</i></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page8" name="page8"></a>[8]</span></p> + +<p class="i16"> <i>Let's never think</i></p> +<p class="i16"> <i>While thus me drink</i></p> +<p class="i16"> <i>Sweet Muscadine</i>!</p> +<p class="i16"> <i>O life divine!</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Chorus.—<i>Here we sons of freedom dwell</i>, &c.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Come, cavaliers, our carbines are loaded, our hearts are +light: charge your glasses, Bacchus gives the word, and a volley makes +us immortal as the rosy god.—Fire! +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Ay, captain, this is noble firing—Oh, I love a volley of +grape-shot.—Are we to have any sky-light in our cave? +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Looking at <span class="sc">Sanguino</span>'s Glass.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Oh, no! a brimmer round.—Come, a good booty to us +to-night. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>All drink.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Booty! Oh, I love to rob a fat priest.—Stand, says I, and +then I knock him down. +</p> +<p> +<i>Sang.</i> My nose bleeds. <span class="dir-i">[<i>Looks at his Handkerchief.</i>]</span> I wonder what +colour is a coward's blood? +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Don't you see it's red? +</p> +<p> +<i>Sang.</i> Ha! call me coward, <span class="dir-i">[<i>Rises in fury.</i>]</span> sirrah? Captain! +cavaliers!—But this scar on my forehead contradicts the miscreant. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Scar on your forehead!—Ay, you will look behind you, when you +run away. +</p> +<p> +<i>Sang.</i> I'll stab the villain—<span class="dir-i">[<i>Draws Stilletto.</i>]</span>—I will, by Heaven. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Pho, Sanguino! you know when a jest offers, Spado regards +neither time, place, nor person. +</p> +<p> +<i>All.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Interposing.</i>]</span> Don't hurt little Spado. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Hiding behind.</i>]</span> No, don't hurt little Spado. +</p> +<p> +<i>Sang.</i> Run away! Armies have confessed my valour: the time has +been—but no matter. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Sits.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Come, away with reflection on the past, or care for the +future; the present is the golden moment of possession.—Let us enjoy +it. +</p> +<p> +<i>All.</i> Ay, ay, let us enjoy it. +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page9" name="page9"></a>[9]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> You know, cavaliers, when I entered into this noble +fraternity, I boasted only of a little courage sharpened by necessity, +the result of my youthful follies, a father's severity, and the malice +of a good-natured dame. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Captain, here's a speedy walk-off to old women. +</p> +<p> +<i>All.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Drink</i>]</span> Ha! ha! ha! ha! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> When you did me the honour to elect me your captain, two +conditions I stipulated:——Though at war with the world abroad, unity +and social mirth should preside over our little commonwealth at home. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Yes, but Sanguino's for no head—he'll have ours a commonwealth +of fists and elbows. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> The other, unless to preserve your own lives, never +commit a murder. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> I murdered since that——a bishop's coach-horse. +</p> +<p> +<i>All.</i> Ha! ha! ha! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Hand me that red wine. +</p> + +<h3> +AIR II.—DON CÆSAR. +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i4"> <i>Flow, thou regal purple stream,</i></p> +<p class="i4"> <i>Tinctur'd by the solar beam,</i></p> +<p class="i4"> <i>In my goblet sparkling rise,</i></p> +<p class="i4"> <i>Cheer my heart and glad my eyes.</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>My brain ascend on fancy's wing,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>'Noint me, wine, a jovial king.</i></p> +<p class="i4"> <i>While I live, I'll lave my clay,</i></p> +<p class="i4"> <i>When I'm dead and gone away,</i></p> +<p class="i4"> <i>Let my thirsty subjects say,</i></p> +<p class="i4"> <i>A month he reign'd, but that was May.</i></p> +</div> +</div> + +<p class="dir-c"> +[<i>Thunder.</i>] +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Hark, how distinct we hear the thunder + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page10" name="page10"></a>[10]</span> + + through this vast +body of earth and rock.—Rapino, is Calvette above, upon his post? +</p> +<p> +<i>Rap.</i> Yes. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Spado, 'tis your business to relieve the centinel. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Relieve! what's the matter with him? +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Come, come, no jesting with duty—'tis your watch. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Let the wolves watch for me—my duty is to get supper +ready.—<span class="dir-i">[<i>Thunder.</i>]</span>—Go up! Od's fire, do you think I'm a +Salamander?—D'ye hear? +</p> +<p> +<i>Sang.</i> No sport, I fear. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Then call Calvette, lock down the trap-door, and get us +some more wine from the cistern. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Wine! Ay, captain; and this being a night of peace, we'll have +a dish of olives. +</p> +<p> +<i>Sang.</i> No, peace! we'll up and scour the forest presently. But well +thought on; a rich old fellow, one Don Scipio, has lately come to +reside in the castle on the skirts of the forest—what say you to +plunder there? +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Not to-night—I know my time—I have my reasons—I shall +give command on that business. But where's the stranger we brought in +at our last excursion? +</p> +<p> +<i>Rap.</i> He reposes in yonder recess. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Ay, egad, there he lies, with a face as innocent—<span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span>—If +my fellow-rooks would but fly off, I'd have the pigeon here within all +to myself. +</p> +<p> +<i>Cal.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Appears at the Top of the winding Stairs, with a Lanthorn.</i>]</span> +A booty. +</p> +<p> +<i>Sang.</i> Good news, cavaliers; here comes Calvette. +</p> +<p> +<i>Cal.</i> A booty! +</p> +<p> +<i>Sang.</i> What! where? +</p> +<p> +<i>Cal.</i> Soft—but one man! +</p> +<p> +<i>Sang.</i> But one man! Is he alone? +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page11" name="page11"></a>[11]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Cal.</i> Quite. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> One man, and alone—that's odd! +</p> +<p> +<i>Cal.</i> He seems in years, but his habit, as well as I could +distinguish, speaks him noble. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Descends.</i> +</p> + +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Then he'll fight.—My arms! +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Oh, he'll fight—get my arms; no, my legs will do for me. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Aside.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Sang.</i> Come, my carbine—quick! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> To the attack of one man—paltry! Only you, Calvette, +Sanguino, Rapino, and Spado go; the rest prepare for our general +excursion. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Captain, don't send me; indeed I'm too rash! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Come, come, leave buffoonery, and to your duty. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i><span class="sc">Calvette</span> and <span class="sc">Rapino</span> ascend; the rest go in +at several Recesses; <span class="sc">Spado</span>, the last, ascends up slowly.</i> +</p> +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Don Alphonso</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Alph.</i> I find myself somewhat refreshed by my slumber; at such a +time to fall into the hands of these ruffians, how unlucky! I'm pent up +here; my rival, Fernando, once my friend, reaches Don Scipio's castle, +weds my charming Victoria, and I lose her for ever; but if I could +secure an interview, love should plead my cause. +</p> + +<h3> +AIR III.—DON ALPHONSO. +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> <i>The hardy sailor braves the ocean,</i></p> +<p class="i4"> <i>Fearless of the roaring wind;</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Yet his heart, with soft emotion,</i></p> +<p class="i4"> <i>Throbs to leave his love behind.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page12" name="page12"></a>[12]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> <i>To dread of foreign foes a stranger,</i></p> +<p class="i4"> <i>Tho' the youth can dauntless roam,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Alarming fears paint every danger</i></p> +<p class="i4"> <i>In a rival, left at home.</i></p> +</div> +</div> + +<p class="dir-c"> +<i><span class="sc">Spado</span> returns down the Stairs.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span> Now for some talk with our prisoner here—Stay, are +they all out of ear-shot? How the poor bird sings in its cage! I know +more of his affairs than he thinks of, by overhearing his conversation +at the inn at Lorca. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Alph.</i> How shall I escape from these rascals? Oh, here is one of +the gentlemen. Pray, sir, may I take the liberty— +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> No liberty for you.—Yet upon certain conditions, indeed—give +me your hand. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Alph.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span> Impudent scoundrel! +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Signor, I wish to serve you—and serve you I will; but I must +know the channel, before I make for the coast; therefore, to examine +you with the pious severity of an holy inquisitor, who the devil are +you? +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Alph.</i> A pious adjuration truly!—<span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span>—Sir, my name is +Alphonso, and I am son of a banker at Madrid. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Banker! Oh! I thought he sung like a young goldfinch. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Alph.</i> Perhaps, by trusting this fellow, I may make my escape. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Aside.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> I'll convince him I know his secrets, and then I hold his +purse-strings. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Alph.</i> You won't betray me? +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Honour among thieves. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Alph.</i> Then you must know, when your gang attacked me yesterday +evening— +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> You were posting full gallop to Don Scipio's castle, on the +confines of the forest here. +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page13" name="page13"></a>[13]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Don Alph.</i> Hey! then perhaps you know my passion for— +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Donna Victoria, his daughter. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Alph.</i> Then you know that she's contracted— +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> To your friend Don Fernando de Zelva, who is now on his +journey to the castle, and, to the destruction of your hopes, weds the +lady on his arrival. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Alph.</i> True, while I am pent up in this cursed cavern; but how you +got my story, I—— +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> No matter! I could let you out of this cursed cavern. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Alph.</i> And will you? +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Ah, our trap-door above requires a golden key. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Alph.</i> Your comrades have not left me a piastre. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Will you give me an order on your father's bank for fifty +pieces, and I'll let you out? +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Alph.</i> You shall have it. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> A bargain. I'll secure your escape. +</p> + +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Don Cæsar</span>, behind.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> How's this? +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Zounds, the captain Ramirez! <span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span>—Ay, you dog, I'll +secure you for an escape! Do you think I'd set you at liberty without +the captain's orders? Betray my trust for a bribe! What the devil do +you take me for? <span class="dir-i">[<i>In a seeming rage.</i>]</span> Oh, captain, I did not see you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> What's the matter? +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Nothing, only our prisoner here was mistaken in his man—that's +all. Let you escape, indeed! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Alph.</i> Here's a rascal! +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Rascal! D'ye hear him? He has been abusing me this half hour, +because I would not convey him out without your knowledge. Oh, what + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page14" name="page14"></a>[14]</span> + + offers he did make me! but my integrity is proof against Gallions, +Escurials, Perus, and Mexicos. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Begone instantly to your comrades. <span class="dir-i">[<i><span class="sc">Spado</span> ascends.</i>]</span> +Signor, no occasion to tamper with my companions; you shall owe your +liberty to none but me. I'll convey you to the cottage of the vines, +belonging to the peasant Philippo, not far from Don Scipio's castle; +there you may rest in safety to-night, and— +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Alph.</i> Ah, captain! no rest for me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Look ye, signor, I am a ruffian, perhaps worse, but venture +to trust me.—A picklock may be used to get to a treasure—don't wish +to know more of me than I now chuse to tell you; but, if your mistress +loves you as well as you seem to love her, to-morrow night she's yours. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Alph.</i> My good friend! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Now for Philippo—I don't suppose you wish to see any of +our work above—ha! ha! ha!—Well, well, I was once a lover, but now— +</p> + +<h3> +AIR IV.—DON CÆSAR. +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i4"> <i>On by the spur of valour goaded,</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>Pistols primed, and carbines loaded,</i></p> +<p class="i8"> <i>Courage strikes on hearts of steel;</i></p> +<p class="i10"> <i>While each spark,</i></p> +<p class="i10"> <i>Through the dark</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Gloom of night,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Lends a clear and cheering light,</i></p> +<p class="i4"> <i>Who a fear or doubt can feel?</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> <i>Like serpents now, through thickets creeping,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Then on our prey, like lions, leaping!</i></p> +<p class="i4"> <i>Calvette to the onset leads us,</i></p> +<p class="i4"> <i>Let the wand'ring trav'ler dread us!</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Struck with terror and amaze,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>While our swords with lightning blaze.</i></p> + +<p class="dir-r"> +[Thunder. +</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page15" name="page15"></a>[15]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> <i>Thunder to our carbines roaring,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Bursting clouds in torrents pouring,</i></p> +<p class="i4"> <i>Each a free and roving blade,</i></p> +<p class="i4"> <i>Ours a free and roving trade,</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>To the onset let's away,</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>Valour calls, and we obey.</i></p> +</div> +</div> + +<p class="dir-r"> +[Exeunt. +</p> + +<h3> +SCENE II. +</h3> +<p class="scene"> + <i>A Forest.</i> +</p> +<p class="scene"> + <i>A stormy Night.</i> +</p> +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Don Fernando</span>.</i> +</p> + +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Pedrillo! <span class="dir-i">[<i>Calling.</i>]</span> What a dreadful night, and horrid +place to be benighted! Pedrillo!—I fear I've lost my servant; but by +the pace I rode since I left Ecceija, Don Scipio's castle can't be very +far distant: this was to have been my wedding night, if I arrived +there. Pedrillo! Pedrillo! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Calling.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Within</i>]</span> Sir! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Where are you, sirrah? +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Quite astray, sir. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> This way. +</p> + +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Pedrillo</span>, groping his way.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Any body's way, for I have lost my own.—Do you see me, sir? +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> No indeed, Pedrillo! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Lightning.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> You saw me then, sir. <span class="dir-i">[<i>Thunder.</i>]</span> Ah, this must frighten the +mules, they'll break their bridles; I tied the poor beasts to a tree. +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page16" name="page16"></a>[16]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Well, we may find them in the morning, if they escape the +banditti, which I am told infests this forest. +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Banditti! <span class="dir-i">[<i>A shot without.</i>]</span> Ah! we are dead men. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Somebody in trouble! +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> No, somebody's troubles are over. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Draw and follow me, Pedrillo. +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Lord, sir! ha'n't we troubles enough of our own? +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Follow! Who can deny assistance to his fellow creature in +distress? +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Draws.</i>—<i>Exit.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> What fine creatures these gentlemen are!—But for me, I am a +poor, mean, rascally servant—so I'll even take my chance with the +mules. +</p> + +<h3> +AIR V.—PEDRILLO. +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> <i>A master I have, and I am his man,</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>Galloping, dreary, dun,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>And he'll get a wife as fast as he can,</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>With a haily, gaily, gambo raily,</i></p> +<p class="i10"> <i>Giggling, niggling,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Galloping galloway, draggle tail, dreary dun.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> <i>I saddled his steed so fine and so gay,</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>Galloping, dreary, dun,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>I mounted my mule, and we rode away,</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>With our haily, &c.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> <i>We canter'd along until it grew dark,</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>Galloping, dreary, dun,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>The nightingale sung instead of the lark,</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>With her, &c.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> <i>We met with a friar, and ask'd him our way,</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>Galloping, dreary, dun,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>By the Lord, says the friar, you're both gone astray,</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>With your, &c.</i></p> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page17" name="page17"></a>[17]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> <i>Our journey, I fear, will do us no good,</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>Galloping, dreary, dun,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>We wander alone, like the babes in the wood,</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>With our, &c.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> <i>My master is fighting, and I'll take a peep,</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>Galloping, dreary, dun,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>But now I think better, I'd better go sleep,</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>With my, &c.</i></p> +</div> +</div> + +<p class="dir-r"> +[Exit. +</p> + +<h3> +SCENE III. +</h3> +<p class="scene"> + <i>A thicker Part of the Forest.—Large Tree and Stone Cross.</i> +</p> +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Don Scipio</span>, attacked by <span class="sc">Sanguino</span>, <span class="sc">Rapino</span>, and <span class="sc">Calvette</span>.</i> +</p> + +<p> +<i>Sang.</i> Now, Rapino, lop off his sword-arm. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Forbear! there's my purse, you rascals! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Throws it down.</i> +</p> + +<p> +<i>Sang.</i> Fire! +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Peeping from the large Tree.</i>]</span> No, don't fire. +</p> +<p> +<i>Sang.</i> I am wounded—hew him to pieces. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>As <span class="sc">Don Scipio</span> is nearly overpowered</i>, +</p> +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Don Fernando</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Ha! what murderous ruffians! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> + [<i>Engages the <span class="sc">Banditti</span>, who precipitately disperse several ways.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Holloa! the forest is surrounded with inquisitors, alguazils, +corrigidores, and holy fathers. +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page18" name="page18"></a>[18]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Oh, I hav'n't fought so much these twenty years! +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Eh, we have lost the field, cursed dark; though I think I +could perceive but one man come to the relief of our old Don here. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> But where are you, signor? Approach, my brave deliverer. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> So, here's a victory, and nobody to claim it! I think I'll go +down and pick up the laurel. <span class="dir-i">[<i>Descends from the Tree.</i>]</span> I'll take the +merit of this exploit, I may get something by it. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> I long to thank, embrace, worship this generous stranger, +as my guardian angel. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span> I may pass for this angel in the dark—Villains! +scoundrels! robbers! to attack an honest old gentleman on the king's +highway!—but I made the dogs scamper! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Vapouring about.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Oh dear! this is my preserver! +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Who's there! Oh, you are the worthy old gentleman I rescued +from these rascal banditti. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Noble, valiant stranger—I— +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> No thanks, signor; I have saved your life; and a good action +rewards itself. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> A gallant fellow, 'faith—Eh, as well as I could distinguish +in the dark, you looked much taller just now. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Looking close at him.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> When I was fighting? true, anger raises me—I always appear +six foot in a passion: besides, my hat and plume added to my height. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>By Accident treading on the Purse.</i>]</span> Hey, the rogues +have run off without my purse too. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> O, ho! <span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span>—What, I have saved your purse, as well as +your precious life! Well, of a poor fellow, I am the luckiest dog in +all Spain. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Poor! Good friend, accept this purse, as a small token of +my gratitude. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Nay, dear sir! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> You shall take it. +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page19" name="page19"></a>[19]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Lord, I am so awkward at taking a purse. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Takes it.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Hey, if I could find my cane too;—I dropped it somewhere +hereabouts, when I drew to defend myself. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Looking about.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Zounds! I fancy here comes the real conqueror—no matter—I've +got the spoils of the field. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Aside—Chinks the Purse, and retires.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Ah, my amber-headed cane! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Still looking about.</i> +</p> + +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Don Fernando</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> The villains! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Ay, you made them fly like pigeons, my little game-cock! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Oh, I fancy this is the gentleman that was attacked. Not +hurt, I hope, sir? +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> No, I'm a tough old blade—Oh, gadso, well thought +on—feel if there's a ring in the purse, it's a relic of my deceased +lady, it's with some regret I ask you to return it. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Return what, sir? +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> A ring you'll find in the purse. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Ring and purse! really, sir, I don't understand you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Well, well, no matter—A mercenary fellow! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Aside.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> The old gentleman has been robbed, and is willing that I +should reimburse his losses. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Aside.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> It grows lighter: I think I can distinguish the path I +lost—follow me, my hero, and <span class="dir-i">[<i>As going, suddenly turns, and looks +steadfastly at <span class="sc">Don Fernando</span>.</i>]</span> Zounds, signor, I hope you are not in +a passion, but I think you look six feet high again. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> A strange, mad old fellow this! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Aside.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> These rascals may rally, so come along to my castle, and +my daughter Victoria shall welcome the preserver of her father. +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page20" name="page20"></a>[20]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Your daughter Victoria! Then, perhaps, sir, you are Don +Scipio, my intended father-in-law? +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Eh! why, zounds! is it possible that you can be my +expected son, Fernando? +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> The same, sir; and was on my journey to your castle, when +benighted in the forest here. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Oh, my dear boy! <span class="dir-i">[<i>Embraces him.</i>]</span> Damned mean of him to +take my purse though—<span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span> Ah, Fernando, you were resolved to touch +some of your wife's fortune before-hand. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Sir—I— +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Hush! You have the money, and keep it—ay, and the +ring too; I'm glad it's not gone out of the family—Hey, it grows +lighter—Come— +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> My rascal Pedrillo is fallen asleep somewhere. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> No, we are not safe here—Come then, my dear—brave, +valiant—Cursed paltry to take my purse though. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Aside.—Exeunt.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Who had been listening, advances.</i>]</span> So, then, our old +gentleman is father to Victoria, my young banker Alphonso's mistress, +and the other is Fernando, his dreaded rival—this is the first time +they ever saw each other too—He has a servant too, and his name +Pedrillo—a thought strikes me; if I could, by cross paths, but get +to the castle before them, I'll raise a most delicious commotion—In +troubled waters I throw my fishing-hook—<span class="dir-i">[<i>Whistle without.</i>]</span>—Excuse +me, gentlemen, I'm engaged. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Exit—A distant Whistle heard without.</i> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page21" name="page21"></a>[21]</span></p> + +<h3> +SCENE IV. +</h3> +<p class="scene"> + <i>An Apartment in <span class="sc">Scipio</span>'s Castle.</i> +</p> +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Victoria</span> and <span class="sc">Catilina</span>.</i> +</p> + +<p> +<i>Catil.</i> Nay, dear madam, do not submit to go into the nunnery. +</p> +<p> +<i>Vic.</i> Yes, Catilina, my father desires I shall take the veil, and a +parent's voice is the call of Heaven! +</p> +<p> +<i>Catil.</i> Heaven! Well, though the fellows swear I'm an angel, this +world is good enough for me—Dear ma'am, I wish I could but once see +you in love. +</p> +<p> +<i>Vic.</i> Heigho! Catilina, I wonder what sort of gentleman this Don +Fernando is, who is contracted to me, and hourly expected at the castle. +</p> +<p> +<i>Catil.</i> A beautiful man, I warrant—But, ma'am, you're not to have +him. Hush! Dame Isabel, not content with making your father, by slights +and ill usage, force your brother, poor Don Cæsar, to run about the +world, in the Lord knows what wild courses, but she now has persuaded +the old gentleman to pass her daughter on Don Fernando, for you—There, +yonder she is, flaunting, so be-jewelled and be-plumed—Well, if I was +you, they might take my birthright—but my husband—take my man—the +deuce shall take them first! Ah, no! if ever I do go to heaven, I'll +have a smart lad in my company.—Send you to a nunnery! +</p> +<p> +<i>Vic.</i> Was my fond mother alive!—Catilina, my father will certainly +marry this Dame Isabel; I'm now an alien to his affections, bereft of +every joy and every hope, I shall quit the world without a sigh. +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page22" name="page22"></a>[22]</span></p> + +<h3> +AIR V.—VICTORIA. +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> <i>Ah, solitude, take my distress,</i></p> +<p class="i4"> <i>My griefs I'll unbosom to thee,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Each sigh thou canst gently repress,</i></p> +<p class="i4"> <i>Thy silence is music to me.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> <i>Yet peace from my sonnet may spring,</i></p> +<p class="i4"> <i>For peace let me fly the gay throng,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>To soften my sorrows I sing,</i></p> +<p class="i4"> <i>Yet sorrow's the theme of my song.</i></p> +</div> +</div> + +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Exit <span class="sc">Victoria</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Catil.</i> I quit this castle as soon as ever Donna Victoria enters a +nunnery—Shall I go with her? No, I was never made for a nun—Ay, I'll +back to the vineyard, and if my sweetheart, Philippo, is as fond as +ever, who knows—I was his queen of all the girls, though the charming +youth was the guitar, flute, fiddle, and hautboy of our village. +</p> + +<h3> +AIR VI.—CATILINA. +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> <i>Like my dear swain, no youth you'd see</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>So blithe, so gay, so full of glee,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>In all our village, who but he</i></p> +<p class="i10"> <i>To foot it up so featly—</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>His lute to hear,</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>From far and near,</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>Each female came,</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>Both girl and dame,</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>And all his boon</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>For every tune,</i></p> +<p class="i10"> <i>To kiss 'em round so sweetly.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page23" name="page23"></a>[23]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> <i>While round him in the jocund ring,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>We nimbly danced, he'd play or sing,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Of May the youth was chosen king,</i></p> +<p class="i10"> <i>He caught our ears so neatly.</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>Such music rare</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>In his guitar,</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>But touch his flute</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>The crowd was mute,</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>His only boon,</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>For every tune,</i></p> +<p class="i10"> <i>To kiss us round so sweetly.</i></p> +</div> +</div> + +<p class="dir-r"> +[Exit. +</p> +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Vasquez</span>, introducing <span class="sc">Spado</span>.</i> +</p> + +<p> +<i>Vas.</i> I'll inform Dame Isabel, sir—please to wait a moment. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Exit <span class="sc">Vasquez</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Sir!—This Dame Isabel is, it seems, a widow-gentlewoman, whom +Don Scipio has retained ever since the death of his lady, as supreme +directress over his family, has such an ascendancy, prevailed on him +even to drive his own son out of his house, and, ha! ha! ha! is now +drawing the old don into a matrimonial noose, ha! ha! ha! Egad, I am +told, rules the roast here in the castle—Yes, yes, she's my mark—Hem! +Now for my story, but my scheme is up, if I tell her a single +truth—Ah, no fear of that.—Oh, this way she moves— +</p> + +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Dame Isabel</span> and <span class="sc">Vasquez</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Isab.</i> Don Scipio not returned! a foolish old man, rambling about at +this time of night! Stay, Vasquez, where's this strange, ugly little +fellow you said wanted to speak with me? +</p> +<p> +<i>Vas.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Confused.</i>]</span> Madam, I did not say— +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> No matter, young man—Hem! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Exit <span class="sc">Vasquez</span>.</i> +</p> + +<p> +<i>Isab.</i> Well, sir, pray who are you? +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page24" name="page24"></a>[24]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Bowing obsequiously.</i>]</span> Madam, I have the honour to be +confidential servant and secretary to Don Juan, father to Don Fernando +de Zelva. +</p> +<p> +<i>Isab.</i> Don Fernando! Heavens! is he arrived? Here, Vasquez, Lopez, Diego! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Calling.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Hold, madam! he's not arrived: Most sagacious lady, please to +lend your attention for a few moments to an affair of the highest +importance to Don Scipio's family. My young master is coming— +</p> +<p> +<i>Isab.</i> Well, sir! +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Incog. +</p> +<p> +<i>Isab.</i> Incog! +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Madam, you shall hear—<span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span>—Now for a lie worth twenty +pistoles—The morning before his departure, Don Fernando calls me into +his closet, and shutting the door, "Spado," says he, "you know this +obstinate father of mine has engaged me to marry a lady I have never +seen, and to-morrow, by his order, I set out for Don Scipio, her +father's castle, for that purpose; but," says he, striking his breast +with one hand, twisting his mustaches with the other, and turning up +his eyes—"if, when I see her, she don't hit my fancy, I'll not marry +her, by the——"—I sha'n't mention his oath before you, madam. +</p> +<p> +<i>Isab.</i> No, pray don't, sir. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> "Therefore," says he, "I design to dress Pedrillo, my arch dog +of a valet, in a suit of my clothes, and he shall personate me at Don +Scipio's castle, while I, in a livery, pass for him—If I like the +lady, I resume my own character, and take her hand; if not, the deceit +continues, and Pedrillo weds Donna Victoria, just to warn parental +tyranny how it dares to clap up marriage, without consulting our +inclinations." +</p> +<p> +<i>Isab.</i> Here's a discovery! so then, it's my poor child that must have +fallen into this snare—<span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span> Well, good sir. +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page25" name="page25"></a>[25]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> "And, (continued he) Spado, I appoint you my trusty spy in +this Don Scipio's family; to cover our designs, let it be a secret that +you belong to me, and I sha'n't seem even to know you—You'll easily +get a footing in the family (says he) by imposing some lie or other +upon a foolish woman, I'm told, is in the castle. Dame Isabel I think +they call her." +</p> +<p> +<i>Isab.</i> He shall find I am not so easily imposed upon. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> I said so, madam; says I, a lady of Dame Isabel's wisdom must +soon find me out, was I to tell her a lie. +</p> +<p> +<i>Isab.</i> Ay, that I should, sir. +</p> + +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Vasquez</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Vas.</i> Oh, madam! my master is returned, and Don Fernando de Zelva +with him. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Exit <span class="sc">Vasquez</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Isab.</i> Don Fernando! Oh, then, this is the rascally valet, but I'll +give him a welcome with a vengeance! +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Hold, madam! Suppose, for a little sport, you seem to humour +the deceit, only to see how the fellow acts his part; he'll play the +gentleman very well, I'll warrant; the dog is an excellent mimic; for, +you must know, ma'am, this Pedrillo's mother was a gipsy, his father a +merry andrew to a mountebank, and he himself five years trumpeter to a +company of strolling players. +</p> +<p> +<i>Isab.</i> So, I was likely to have a hopeful son-in-law! Good sir, we are +eternally indebted to you for this timely notice of the imposition. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Madam, I've done the common duties of an honest man—I have +been long in the family, and can't see my master making such a fool of +himself, without endeavouring to prevent any mischance in consequence. +</p> +<p> +<i>Isab.</i> Dear sir, I beseech you be at home under this roof; pray be +free, and want for nothing the house affords. +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page26" name="page26"></a>[26]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Bows.</i>]</span> Good madam! I'll want for nothing I can lay my fingers +on. <span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span> +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Exit <span class="sc">Spado</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Isab.</i> Heavens! what an honest soul it is! what a lucky discovery! Oh, +here comes my darling girl! +</p> + +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Lorenza</span>, magnificently dressed.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Lor.</i> Oh, cara Madre! See, behold!—Can I fail of captivating Don +Fernando? Don't I look charming? +</p> +<p> +<i>Isab.</i> Why, Lorenza, I must say the toilet has done its duty; I'm glad +to see you in such spirits, my dear child! +</p> +<p> +<i>Lor.</i> Spirits! ever gay, ever sprightly, cheerful as a lark—but how +shall I forget my Florence lover, my dear Ramirez? +</p> +<p> +<i>Isab.</i> I request, my dear, you'll not think of this Ramirez—even +from your own account of him, he must be a person of most dissolute +principles—fortunately he knows you only by your name of Lorenza. +I hope he won't find you out here. +</p> +<p> +<i>Lor.</i> Then farewell, beloved Ramirez! In obedience to your commands, +madam, I shall accept of this Don Fernando; and as a husband, I will +love him if I can— +</p> + +<h3> +AIR VII.—LORENZA. +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> <i>Love! gay illusion!</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Pleasing delusion,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>With sweet intrusion,</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>Possesses the mind.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> <i>Love with love meeting,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Passion is fleeting;</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Vows in repeating</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>We trust to the wind.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page27" name="page27"></a>[27]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> <i>Faith to faith plighted,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Love may be blighted;</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Hearts often slighted</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>Will cease to be kind.</i></p> +</div> +</div> + +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Vasquez</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Vas.</i> Madam—my master and Don Fernando. +</p> +<p> +<i>Isab.</i> Has Don Fernando a servant with him? +</p> +<p> +<i>Vas.</i> No, madam. +</p> +<p> +<i>Isab.</i> Oh, when he comes, take notice of him. +</p> + +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Don Scipio</span> and <span class="sc">Fernando</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Oh, my darling dame, and my delicate daughter, bless your +stars that you see poor old Scipio alive again—Behold my son-in-law +and the preserver of my life—Don Fernando, there's your spouse, and +this is Donna Isabella, a lady of vast merit, of which my heart is +sensible. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Madam! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Salutes.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Isab.</i> What an impudent fellow! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Aside.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Dear Fernando, you are as welcome to this castle as +flattery to a lady, but there she is—bill and coo—embrace—caress her. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i><span class="sc">Fernando</span> salutes <span class="sc">Lorenza</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Lor.</i> If I had never seen Ramirez, I should think the man tolerable +enough! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Aside.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Ha! ha! this shall be the happy night—Eh, Dame Isabel, +by our agreement, before the lark sings, I take possession of this +noble tenement. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Don Scipio, I hoped to have the honour of seeing your son. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> My son! Who, Cæsar? Oh, lord! He's—He was a—turned out +a profligate—Sent him to Italy—got into bad company—don't know +what's become of him—My dear friend, if you would not offend me, never +mention Don Cæsar in my hearing. + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page28" name="page28"></a>[28]</span> + + Egad—Eh, my dainty dame, is not Don +Fernando a fine fellow? +</p> + +<p> +<i>Isab.</i> Yes, he's well enough for a trumpeter. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Trumpeter! <span class="dir-i">[<i>With surprise.</i>]</span> what the devil do you mean by +that? Oh, because I sound his praise; but, madam, he's a cavalier of +noble birth, title, fortune, and valour— +</p> +<p> +<i>Isab.</i> Don Scipio, a word if you please. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Takes him aside.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Lor.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>To <span class="sc">Fernando</span>.</i>]</span> Si—Signor, our castle here is rather +a gloomy mansion, when compared to the beautiful cassinos on the banks +of the Arno. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Arno! true, Don Scipio said in his letter, that his daughter +had been bred at Florence. +</p> +<p> +<i>Lor.</i> You have had an unpleasant journey, signor? +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> I have encountered some difficulties by the way, it is true, +madam; but am amply repaid by the honour and happiness I now enjoy. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Bows.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Lor.</i> Sir!—I swear he's a polite cavalier! <span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span> Won't you +please to sit, sir? I fancy you must be somewhat weary. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Sits.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> What the devil! Eh, sure—what this fellow only Don +Fernando's footman! how! it can't be! +</p> +<p> +<i>Isab.</i> A fact; and presently you'll see Don Fernando himself in livery. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Look at the impudent son of a gipsy—Sat himself +down—Zounds! I'll— +</p> +<p> +<i>Isab.</i> Hold! let him play off a few of his airs. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> A footman! Ay, this accounts for his behaviour in the +forest—Don Fernando would never have accepted my purse—<span class="dir-i">[<i>Taps his +Shoulder.</i>]</span>—Hey, what, you've got there! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Will you please to sit, sir? +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Rises.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Yes, he looks like a trumpeter. <span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span> You may sit +down, friend. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>With contempt.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> A strange old gentleman! +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page29" name="page29"></a>[29]</span></p> + +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Vasquez</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Vas.</i> Sir, your servant Pedrillo is arrived. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Exit <span class="sc">Vasquez</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Isab.</i> Servant Pedrillo! Ay, this is Fernando himself. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Apart, joyfully to <span class="sc">Scipio</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Oh, then the fellow has found his way at last. Don +Scipio—Ladies—excuse me a moment. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Exit <span class="sc">Fernando</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Lor.</i> What a charming fellow! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> What an impudent rascal! +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Without.</i>]</span> Is my master this way? +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Master! ay, this is Fernando. +</p> + +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Pedrillo</span>, with a Portmanteau.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Oh dear! I've got among the gentlefolks—I ask pardon. +</p> +<p> +<i>Isab.</i> How well he does look and act the servant! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Admirable; yet I perceive the grandee under the livery. +</p> +<p> +<i>Isab.</i> Please to sit, sir. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>With great respect.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Lor.</i> A livery servant sit down by me! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Pray sit down, sir. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Ceremoniously.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Sit down! <span class="dir-i">[<i>Sits.</i>]</span> Oh, these must be the upper servants of the +family—her ladyship here is the housekeeper, I suppose—the young +tawdry tit, lady's maid—(Hey, her mistress throws off good clothes,) +and Old Whiskers, Don Scipio's butler. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Aside.</i> +</p> +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Don Fernando</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Pedrillo! how! seated! what means this disrespect? +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Sir, <span class="dir-i">[<i>Rises to him.</i>]</span> Old Whiskers, the butler there, asked me +to sit down by Signora the waiting-maid here. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Sirrah! +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Yes, sir. +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page30" name="page30"></a>[30]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Sir and sirrah! how rarely they act their parts! I'll +give them an item, though, that I understand the plot of their comedy. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Aside.</i> +</p> + +<h3> +AIR VIII.—QUINTETTO. +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">D. Scipio.</p> +<p class="i14"> <i>Signor!</i> <span class="dir-i">[To <span class="sc">Pedrillo</span>.]</span></p> +<p class="i14"> <i>Your wits must be keener,</i></p> +<p class="i16"> <i>Our prudence to elude,</i></p> +<p class="i18"> <i>Your fine plot,</i></p> +<p class="i18"> <i>Tho' so pat,</i></p> +<p class="i16"> <i>Will do you little good.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">Ped.</p> +<p class="i18"> <i>My fine plot!</i></p> +<p class="i18"> <i>I'm a sot,</i></p> +<p class="i20"> <i>If I know what</i></p> +<p class="i20"> <i>These gentlefolks are at.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">Fer.</p> +<p class="i12"> <i>Past the perils of the night,</i></p> +<p class="i14"> <i>Tempests, darkness, rude alarms;</i></p> +<p class="i12"> <i>Phœbus rises clear and bright,</i></p> +<p class="i14"> <i>In the lustre of your charms.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">Lor.</p> +<p class="i12"> <i>O, charming, I declare,</i></p> +<p class="i12"> <i>So polite a cavalier!</i></p> +<p class="i12"> <i>He understands the duty</i></p> +<p class="i12"> <i>And homage due to beauty.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">D. Scipio.</p> +<p class="i14"> <i>Bravo! O bravissimo!</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">Lor.</p> +<p class="i14"> <i>Caro! O carissimo!</i></p> +<p class="i12"> <i>How sweet his honey words,</i></p> +<p class="i14"> <i>How noble is his mien!</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">D. Scipio.</p> +<p class="i12"> <i>Fine feathers make fine birds,</i></p> +<p class="i14"> <i>The footman's to be seen.</i></p> +<p class="i12"> <i>But both deserve a basting!</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">Ped.</p> +<p class="i12"> <i>Since morning I've been fasting.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">D. Scipio.</p> +<p class="i12"> <i>Yet I could laugh for anger.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">Ped.</p> +<p class="i14"> <i>Oh, I could cry for hunger.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">D. Scipio.</p> +<p class="i20"> <i>I could laugh.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">Ped.</p> +<p class="i20"> <i>I could cry.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">D. Scipio.</p> +<p class="i20"> <i>I could quaff.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">Ped.</p> +<p class="i20"> <i>So could I.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page31" name="page31"></a>[31]</span></p> + +<p class="i0">D. Scipio.</p> +<p class="i12"> <i>Ha! ha! ha! I'm in a fit.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">Ped.</p> +<p class="i12"> <i>Oh, I could pick a little bit.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">D. Scipio.</p> +<p class="i16"> <i>Ha! ha! ha!</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">Ped.</p> +<p class="i16"> <i>Oh! oh! oh!</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">Lor.</p> +<p class="i16"> <i>A very pleasant party!</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0">D. Fer.</p> +<p class="i20"> <i>A whimsical reception!</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0"> D. Scipio.</p> +<p class="i16"> <i>A whimsical deception!</i></p> +<p class="i18"> <i>But master and man, accept a welcome hearty.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0"> +<span class="inline_stack"><span class="stack">D. Fer.</span>Ped.</span><sup><span style="font-size:200%;">}</span></sup></p> +<p class="i16"> <i>Accept our thanks sincere, for such a welcome hearty.</i></p> +</div> +</div> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + ACT THE SECOND. +</h2> +<h3> +SCENE I. +</h3> +<p class="scene"> + <i>An antique Apartment in the Castle.</i> +</p> +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Don Cæsar</span>, with Precaution.</i> +</p> + +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Thus far I've got into the castle unperceived—I'm +certain Sanguino means the old gentleman a mischief, which nature bids +me endeavour to prevent. I saw the rascal slip in at the postern below; +but where can he have got to! <span class="dir-i">[<i>A sliding Panel opens in the Wainscot, +and <span class="sc">Sanguino</span> comes out.</i>]</span> Yes, yonder he issues, like a rat or a +spider.—How now, Sanguino! +</p> +<p> +<i>Sang.</i> Captain Ramirez! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> On enterprize without my knowledge! What's your business +here? +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page32" name="page32"></a>[32]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Sang.</i> Revenge! Look—<span class="dir-i">[<i>Shows a Stilletto.</i>]</span> if I meet Don Scipio— +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> A stilletto! I command you to quit your purpose. +</p> +<p> +<i>Sang.</i> What, no satisfaction for my wound last night, and lose my +booty too! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Your wound was chance—Put up—We shall have noble booty +here, and that's our business—But you seem to know your ground here, +Sanguino? +</p> +<p> +<i>Sang.</i> I was formerly master of the horse to Count D'Olivi, the last +resident here, so am well acquainted with the galleries, lobbies, +windings, turnings, and every secret lurking place in the castle. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> I missed Spado at the muster this morning—did he quit +the cave with you? +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Without.</i>]</span> As sure as I'm alive, it's fact, sir.— +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Isn't that Spado's voice? +</p> +<p> +<i>Sang.</i> Impossible! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Hush! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>They retire.</i> +</p> +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Don Scipio</span> and <span class="sc">Spado</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Yes, I've heard of such places; but you say you have been +in the cave where these ruffian banditti live? +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Most certainly, sir: for, after having robbed me of five +hundred doubloons, the wicked rogues barbarously stripped, and tied me +neck and heels, threw me across a mule, like a sack of corn, and led me +blindfold to their cursed cavern. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Ah, poor fellow! +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> There, sir, in this sculking hole the villains live in all +manner of debauchery, and dart out upon the innocent traveller, like +beasts of prey. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Oh, the tigers! just so they fastened upon me last night, +but your sham Fernando, and I, + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page33" name="page33"></a>[33]</span> + + made them run like hares; I gave him my +purse for his trouble. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> And he took it! what a mean fellow!—you ought not to have +ventured out unarmed—I always take a blunderbuss when I go upon the +road—the rascal banditti are most infernal cowards. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> What a glorious thing to deliver these reprobates into +the hands of justice! +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Ah, sir, 'twould be a blessed affair—Oh, I'd hang them up +like mad dogs! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Well, you say you know the cave? +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Yes, yes, I slipped the handkerchief from my eyes and took a +peep, made particular observations of the spot; so get a strong guard, +and I'll lead you to the very trap-door of their den. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> 'Egad, then we'll surprise them, and you'll have the +prayers of the whole country, my honest friend. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Heaven knows, sir, I have no motives for this discovery but +the public good, so I expect the country will order me a hundred +pistoles, as a reward for my honesty. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Here's a pretty dog! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Apart.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Sang.</i> Ay, ay, he ha'n't long to live. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Apart.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> An hundred pistoles! +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Sir, have an eye upon their captain, as they call him, he's +the most abandoned, impudent profligate—<span class="dir-i">[<i>Suddenly turning sees <span class="sc">Cæsar</span>, +who shows a Pistol.</i>]</span> Captain did I say? <span class="dir-i">[<i>Terrified.</i>]</span> Oh, no; the +captain's a very worthy good-natured fellow—I meant a scoundrel, who +thinks he ought to be captain, one Sanguino, the most daring, wicked, +and bloody villain that—<span class="dir-i">[<i>Turning the other may, perceives <span class="sc">Sanguino</span> +with a Pistol.</i>]</span> but indeed, I found Sanguino an honest, good-natured +fellow too— +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>With increased terror.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Hey, a bloody, wicked, honest, good-natured fellow! what +is all this? +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Yes; then, sir, I <i>thought</i> I saw these two + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page34" name="page34"></a>[34]</span> + + gentlemen, and at +that instant, I <i>thought</i> they looked so terrible, that with the fright +I <i>awoke</i>. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Awoke! what the devil then, is all this but a dream you +have been telling me? +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Ay, sir, and the most frightful dream I ever had in my life. +I'm at this instant frightened out of my wits. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> You do look frightened indeed—poor man! I thought this +cave was— +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Don't mention cave, or I faint—heigho! +</p> +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter</i> <span class="sc">Vasquez</span>. +</p> +<p> +<i>Vas.</i> Dame Isabel wants to speak with you, sir. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> I'll wait on her. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Yes, I'll wait on her. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Going hastily.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> You! she don't want you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Dear sir, she can't do without me at this time. <span class="dir-i">[<i>Exit</i> <span class="sc">Scipio</span>.]</span> +I come. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Going.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> No, you stay.— +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Pulls him back.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Ah, my dear captain. <span class="dir-i">[<i>Affecting surprise and joy.</i>]</span> What, and +my little Sanguino too! Who could have thought of your finding me out +here? +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Yes, you are found out. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Significantly.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Such discoveries as I have made in the castle!— +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> You're to make discoveries in the forest too. +</p> +<p> +<i>Sang.</i> Our cave! +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Oh, you overheard that! Didn't I hum the old fellow finely? +Ha! ha! ha! +</p> +<p> +<i>Sang.</i> And for your reward, traitor, take this to your heart. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Offers to stab him.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Hold, Sanguino. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Nay, my dear Sanguino, stay! What the devil—So here I can't +run a jest upon a silly old man, but I must be run through with a +stilletto! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Come, Spado, confess what really brought you here. +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page35" name="page35"></a>[35]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Business, my dear sir, business; all in our own way too, for I +designed to let every man of you into the castle this very night, when +all the family are in bed, and plunder's the word—Oh, such a delicious +booty! pyramids of plate, bags of gold, and little chests of diamonds! +</p> +<p> +<i>Sang.</i> Indeed! +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Sanguino, look at the closet. +</p> +<p> +<i>Sang.</i> Well! +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> A glorious prize! +</p> +<p> +<i>Sang.</i> Indeed! +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Six chests of massy plate! Look, only look into the closet; +wait here a moment, and I'll fetch a master key that shall open every +one of them. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Hey! Let's see those chests. +</p> +<p> +<i>Sang.</i> Massy plate! Quick, quick, the master key. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> I'll fetch it. +</p> +<p> +<i>Sang.</i> Do but make haste, Spado. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> I will, my dear boy. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Exeunt <span class="sc">Sanguino</span> and <span class="sc">Don Cæsar</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +My good—honest—Oh, you two thieves! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Aside.</i> +</p> +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter</i> <span class="sc">Don Scipio</span>. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Now, Spado, I—hey, where is my little dreamer? but why +is this door open? this closet contains many valuables—Why will they +leave it open? Let's see— +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Goes into the Closet.</i> +</p> +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Spado</span> with a Portmanteau.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>As entering.</i>]</span> I have no key—However, I have stolen Don +Fernando's portmanteau as a peace-offering for these two rascals! Are +you there? What a pity the coming of my fellow-rogues! I should have +had the whole castle to myself—Oh, what a charming seat of work for a +man of my industry—<span class="dir-i">[<i>Speaking at Closet Door.</i>]</span> You find the chests +there—you may + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page36" name="page36"></a>[36]</span> + + convey them out at night, and as for cutting Don Scipio's +throat—that I leave to— +</p> +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Don Scipio</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Cut my throat!—What, are you at your dreams again? +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span> Oh, zounds!—Yes, sir, as I was telling you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Of a little fellow you have the worst dreams I ever heard. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Shocking, sir—then I thought— +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Hold, hold, let me hear no more of your curst dreams. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> I've got off, thanks to his credulity. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Aside.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> What portmanteau's that? +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> 'Sdeath, I'm on again! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Aside.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Fernando's, I think. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Affecting surprise.</i>]</span> What, my master's?—'egad so it +is—But I wonder who could have brought it here.—Ay, ay, my fellow +servant Pedrillo is now too grand to mind his business;—and my master, +I find, though he has taken the habit, scorns the office of a +servant—So I must look after the things myself. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Ay, ay, take care of them. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Yes, sir, I'll take care of them! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Ha! ha! ha! what a strange whimsical fellow this master +of yours! with his plots and disguises.—Think to impose upon me +too.—But I think I'm far from a fool. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Looking archly at him.</i>]</span> That's more than I am. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> So he pretends not to know you, though he has sent you +here as a spy, to see what you can pick up? +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Yes, sir, I came here to see what I can pick up. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Takes up the Portmanteau.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> What an honest servant!—he has an eye to every thing! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Exit <span class="sc">Don Scipio</span>.</i> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page37" name="page37"></a>[37]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> But before I turn honest, I must get somewhat to keep me so. +</p> + +<h3> +AIR X.—SPADO. +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i8"> <i>In the forest here hard by,</i></p> +<p class="i8"> <i>A bold robber late was I,</i></p> +<p class="i8"> <i>Sword and blunderbuss in hand,</i></p> +<p class="i8"> <i>When I bid a trav'ler stand;</i></p> +<p class="i10"> <i>Zounds, deliver up your cash,</i></p> +<p class="i10"> <i>Or straight I'll pop and slash,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>All among the leaves so green-o!</i></p> +<p class="i10"> <i>Damme, sir,</i></p> +<p class="i10"> <i>If you stir,</i></p> +<p class="i10"> <i>Sluice your veins,</i></p> +<p class="i10"> <i>Blow your brains,</i></p> +<p class="i10"> <i>Hey down,</i></p> +<p class="i10"> <i>Ho down,</i></p> +<p class="i8"> <i>Derry, derry down,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>All amongst the leaves so green-o.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="center"> +II. +</p> +<p class="i8"> <i>Soon I'll quit the roving trade,</i></p> +<p class="i8"> <i>When a gentleman I'm made;</i></p> +<p class="i8"> <i>Then so spruce and debonnaire,</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>'Gad, I'll court a lady fair;</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>How I'll prattle, tattle, chat,</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>How I'll kiss her, and all that,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>All amongst the leaves so green-o!</i></p> +<p class="i8"> <i>How d'ye do?</i></p> +<p class="i8"> <i>How are you?</i></p> +<p class="i8"> <i>Why so coy?</i></p> +<p class="i8"> <i>Let us toy,</i></p> +<p class="i8"> <i>Hey down,</i></p> +<p class="i8"> <i>Ho down,</i></p> +<p class="i6"> <i>Derry, derry down,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>All amongst the leaves so green-o.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page38" name="page38"></a>[38]</span></p> + +<p class="center"> +III. +</p> +<p class="i8"> <i>But ere old, and grey my pate,</i></p> +<p class="i8"> <i>I'll scrape up a snug estate:</i></p> +<p class="i8"> <i>With my nimbleness of thumbs,</i></p> +<p class="i8"> <i>I'll soon butter all my crumbs.</i></p> +<p class="i10"> <i>When I'm justice of the peace,</i></p> +<p class="i10"> <i>Then I'll master many a lease,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>All amongst the leaves so green-o.</i></p> +<p class="i12"> <i>Wig profound,</i></p> +<p class="i12"> <i>Belly round,</i></p> +<p class="i12"> <i>Sit at ease,</i></p> +<p class="i12"> <i>Snatch the fees,</i></p> +<p class="i12"> <i>Hey down,</i></p> +<p class="i12"> <i>Ho down,</i></p> +<p class="i10"> <i>Derry, derry down,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>All amongst the leaves so green-o.</i></p> +</div> +</div> + +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Exit.</i> +</p> + +<h3> +SCENE II. +</h3> +<p class="scene"> + <i>An Apartment.</i> +</p> +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Don Fernando</span>.</i> +</p> + +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> A wild scheme of my father's, to think of an alliance with +this mad family; yes, Don Scipio's brain is certainly touched beyond +cure, his daughter, my cara sposa of Italy, don't suit my idea of what +a wife should be—no, the lovely novice, this poor relation of Dame +Isabel, has caught my heart. I'm told to-morrow she's to be immured in +a convent; what if I ask Dame Isabel, if—but she, and indeed Don +Scipio, carry themselves very strangely towards me—I can't imagine +what's become of my rascal Pedrillo. +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page39" name="page39"></a>[39]</span></p> + +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Pedrillo</span>, in an elegant Morning Gown, Cap and Slippers.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Strange, the respect I meet in this family. I hope we don't +take horse after my master's wedding. I should like to marry here +myself,—before I unrobe I'll attack one of the maids!—Faith, a very +modish dress to go courting in,—hide my livery, and I am quite gallant. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Oh here's a gentleman I ha'n't seen before! +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Tol de rol! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Pray, sir, may I—Pedrillo, <span class="dir-i">[<i>Surprised.</i>]</span> where have +you—hey! what, ha! ha! ha! what's the matter with you? +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Matter!—Why, sir, I don't know how it was, but somehow or other +last night, I happened to sit down to a supper of only twelve covers, +cracked two bottles of choice wine, slept in an embroider'd bed, where +I sunk in down, and lay till this morning like a diamond in cotton.—So, +indeed, sir, I don't know what's the matter with me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> I can't imagine how, or what it all means. +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Why, sir, Don Scipio, being a gentleman of discernment, +perceives my worth, and values it. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Then, sir, if you are a gentleman of such prodigious merit, +be so obliging, with submission to your cap and gown, as to—pull off +my boots. +</p> +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Vasquez</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Vas.</i> Sir, the ladies wait breakfast for you. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>To <span class="sc">Pedrillo</span>, with great respect.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> My respects, I attend them. +</p> +<p> +<i>Vas.</i> You! I mean his honour here. +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Oh, you mean my honour here. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Well, but perhaps, my good friend, I may like a dish of +chocolate as well as his honour here. +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page40" name="page40"></a>[40]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Vas.</i> Chocolate, ha! ha! ha! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>With a sneer.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Fed.</i> Chocolate, ha! ha! ha! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> I'll teach you to laugh, sirrah! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Beats <span class="sc">Pedrillo</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Teach me to laugh! you may be a good master, but you've a very +bad method—But, hey for chocolate and the ladies. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Exeunt <span class="sc">Pedrillo</span> and <span class="sc">Vasquez</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Don Scipio shall render me an account for this treatment; +bear his contempt, and become the butt for the jests of his insolent +servants! As I don't like his daughter, I have now a fair excuse, and +indeed a just cause, to break my contract, and quit his castle; but +then, I leave behind the mistress of my soul—Suppose I make her a +tender of my heart—but that might offend, as she must know my hand is +engaged to another—When I looked, she turned her lovely eyes +averted—Doom'd to a nunnery! +</p> + +<h3> +AIR XI.—FERNANDO. +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> <i>My fair one, like the blushing rose,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Can sweets to every sense disclose:</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Those sweets I'd gather, but her scorn</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Then wounds me like the sharpest thorn.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> <i>With sighs each grace and charm I see</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Thus doom'd to wither on the tree,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Till age shall chide the thoughtless maid,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>When all those blooming beauties fade.</i></p> +</div> +</div> + +<p> +Hey, who comes here? this is the smart little girl who seems so much +attached to the beautiful novice—No harm to speak with her— +</p> +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Catilina</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +So my pretty primrose! +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page41" name="page41"></a>[41]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Catil.</i> How do you do, Mr—<span class="dir-i">[<i>Pert and familiar.</i>]</span> I don't know your name. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Not know my name! You must know who I am though, and my +business here, child? +</p> +<p> +<i>Catil.</i> Lord, man, what signifies your going about to sift me, when +the whole family knows you're Don Fernando's footman. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Am I faith? Ha! ha! ha! I'll humour this—Well then, my +dear, you know that I am only Don Fernando's footman? +</p> +<p> +<i>Catil.</i> Yes, yes, we know that, notwithstanding your fine clothes. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> But where's my master? +</p> +<p> +<i>Catil.</i> Don Fernando! he's parading the gallery yonder, in his sham +livery and morning gown. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Oh, this accounts for twelve covers at supper and the +embroider'd bed; but who could have set such a jest going? I'll carry +it on though—<span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span> So then after all I am known here? +</p> +<p> +<i>Catil.</i> Ay, and if all the impostors in the castle were as well known, +we shou'd have no wedding to-morrow night. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Something else will out—I'll seem to be in the secret, and +perhaps may come at it—<span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span> Ay, ay, that piece of deceit is much +worse than ours. +</p> +<p> +<i>Catil.</i> That! what, then you know that this Italian lady is not Don +Scipio's daughter, but Dame Isabel's, and her true name Lorenza? +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Here's a discovery! <span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span> O yes, I know that. +</p> +<p> +<i>Catil.</i> You do! Perhaps you know too, that the young lady you saw me +speak with just now is the real Donna Victoria? +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Is it possible! Here's a piece of villany! <span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span> Charming! +let me kiss you, my dear girl. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Kisses her.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Catil.</i> Lord! he's a delightful man! +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page42" name="page42"></a>[42]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> My little angel, a thousand thanks for this precious +discovery. +</p> +<p> +<i>Catil.</i> Discovery!—Well, if you did not know it before, marry hang +your assurance, I say—but I must about my business, can't play the +lady as you played the gentleman, I've something else to do; so I +desire you won't keep kissing me here all day. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Exit.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Why what a villain is this Don Scipio! ungrateful to—but I +scorn to think of the services I rendered him last night in the forest; +a false friend to my father, an unnatural parent to his amiable +daughter! here my charmer comes. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Retires.</i> +</p> +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Victoria</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Vict.</i> Yes, Catilina must be mistaken, it is impossible he can be the +servant,—no, no; that dignity of deportment, and native elegance of +manner, can never be assumed; yonder he walks, and my fluttering heart +tells me this is really the amiable Fernando, that I must resign to +Dame Isabel's daughter. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Stay, lovely Victoria! +</p> +<p> +<i>Vict.</i> Did you call me, sir?—Heavens, what have I said! <span class="dir-i">[<i>Confused.</i>]</span> +I mean, signor, would you wish to speak with Donna Victoria? I'll +inform her, sir. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Going.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Oh, I could speak to her for ever, for ever gaze upon her +charms, thus transfixed with wonder and delight. +</p> +<p> +<i>Vict.</i> Pray, signor, suffer me to withdraw. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> For worlds I would not offend! but think not, lady, 'tis the +knowledge of your quality that attracts my admiration. +</p> +<p> +<i>Vict.</i> Nay, signor. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> I know you to be Don Scipio's daughter, the innocent victim +of injustice and oppression; therefore I acknowledge to you, and you +alone, that, whatever you may have heard to the contrary, I really am +Fernando de Zelva. +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page43" name="page43"></a>[43]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Vict.</i> Signor, how you became acquainted with the secret of my birth I +know not; but, from an acquaintance so recent, your compliment I receive +as a mode of polite gallantry without a purpose. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> What your modesty regards as cold compliments, are sentiments +warm with the dearest purpose; I came hither to ratify a contract with +Don Scipio's daughter; you are she, the beautiful Victoria, destined for +the happy Fernando. +</p> +<p> +<i>Vict.</i> Pray rise, signor:—My father perhaps, even to himself, cannot +justify his conduct to me: But to censure that, or to pervert his +intentions, would, in me, be a breach of filial duty. +</p> + +<h3> +AIR XII.—VICTORIA. +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> <i>By woes thus surrounded, how vain the gay smile</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Of the little blind archer, those woes to beguile!</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Though skilful, he misses, his aim it is cross'd,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>His quiver exhausted, his arrows are lost.</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Your love, though sincere, on the object you lose,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <span class="dir-i">[Aside]</span> <i>How sweet is the passion! Ah, must I refuse?</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>If filial affection that passion should sway,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Then love's gentle dictates I cannot obey.</i></p> +</div> +</div> + +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> And do you, can you, wish me to espouse Donna Lorenza, +Isabella's daughter?—Say, you do not, do but satisfy me so far. +</p> +<p> +<i>Vict.</i> Signor, do not despise me if I own, that, before I saw in you +the husband of Don Scipio's daughter, I did not once regret that I had +lost that title. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> A thousand thanks for this generous, this amiable +condescension.—Oh, my Victoria! if fortune but favours my design, you +shall yet triumph over the malice of your enemies. +</p> +<p> +<i>Vict.</i> Yonder is Dame Isabel, if she sees you speaking to me, she'll +be early to frustrate whatever + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page44" name="page44"></a>[44]</span> + + you may purpose for my advantage. Signor, +farewell! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> My life, my love, adieu! +</p> + +<h3> +AIR XIII. DUET.—<span class="sc">Victoria</span> <i>and</i> <span class="sc">Fernando</span>. +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0"> Don Fer.</p> +<p class="i12"> <i>So faithful to my fair I'll prove,</i></p> +<p class="i0"> Vict. </p> +<p class="i12"> <i>So kind and constant to my love,</i></p> +<p class="i0"> Don Fer.</p> +<p class="i16"> <i>I'd never range,</i></p> +<p class="i0"> Vict. </p> +<p class="i16"> <i>I'd never change,</i></p> +<p class="i0"> Both. </p> +<p class="i12"> <i>Nor time, nor chance, my faith shall move.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i0"> Vict. </p> +<p class="i12"> <i>No ruby clusters grace the vine,</i></p> +<p class="i0"> Don Fer.</p> +<p class="i12"> <i>Ye sparkling stars forget to shine,</i></p> +<p class="i0"> Vict. </p> +<p class="i16"> <i>Sweet flowers to spring,</i></p> +<p class="i0"> Don Fer.</p> +<p class="i16"> <i>Gay birds to sing,</i></p> +<p class="i0"> Both. </p> +<p class="i12"> <i>Those hearts then part that love shall join.</i></p> +</div> +</div> + +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Exeunt.</i> +</p> +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Fernando</span>.</i> +</p> + +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> This is fortunate; the whole family, except Victoria, are +firmly possessed with the idea that I am but the servant.—Well, since +they will have me an impostor, they shall find me one: In Heaven's +name, let them continue in their mistake, and bestow their mock +Victoria upon my sham Fernando. I shall have a pleasant and just +revenge for their perfidy; and, perhaps, obtain Don Scipio's real, +lovely daughter, the sum of my wishes.—Here comes Don Scipio—Now to +begin my operations. +</p> +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Don Scipio</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<span class="dir-i">[<i>As wishing <span class="sc">Don Scipio</span> to overhear him.</i>]</span> I'm quite weary of +playing the gentleman, I long to get into my livery again. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Get into his livery! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Aside.</i> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page45" name="page45"></a>[45]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> These clothes fall to my share, however; my master will never +wear them after me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> His master! ay, ay. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Aside.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> I wish he'd own himself, for I'm certain Don Scipio suspects +who I am. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Suspect? I know who you are, <span class="dir-i">[<i>Advancing to him.</i>]</span> so get +into your livery again as fast as you can. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Ha, my dear friend, Don Scipio, I was— +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Friend! you impudent rascal! I'll break your head, if you +make so free with me. None of your swaggering, sirrah—How the fellow +acts! it wasn't for nothing he was among the strolling players; but, +hark ye, my lad, be quiet, for you're blown here, without the help of +your trumpet. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Lord, your honour, how came you to know that I am Pedrillo? +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Why, I was told of it by your fellow—hold, I must not +betray my little dreamer though—<span class="dir-i">[Aside.]</span>—No matter who told me; +I—but here comes your master. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Pedrillo! The fellow will spoil all; I wish I had given him +his lesson before I began with Don Scipio. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Aside.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> I hope he'll now have done with his gambols. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Sir, my master is such an obstinate gentleman, as sure as +you stand here, he'll still deny himself to be Don Fernando. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Will he? then I'll write his father an account of his +vagaries. +</p> +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Pedrillo</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Master, shall I shave you this morning? +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Shave! Oh, my dear sir, time to give over your tricks and +fancies. +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Surprised.</i>]</span> My tricks and fancies! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Yes, sir, you are found out. +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page46" name="page46"></a>[46]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> I am found out! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> So you may as well confess. +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> What the devil shall I confess? +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> He still persists! Hark ye, young gentleman, I'll send +your father an account of your pranks, and he'll trim your jacket for +you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Nay, sir, for the matter of that, my father could trim your +jacket for you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Trim my jacket, young gentleman! +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Why, he's the best tailor in Cordova. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> His father's a tailor in Cordova! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Ay, he'll ruin all—<span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span>—Let me speak to him. Tell +Don Scipio you are the master. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Apart to <span class="sc">Pedrillo</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> I will, sir—Don Scipio, you are the master. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> What! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Stupid dog!—<span class="dir-i">[<i>Apart to <span class="sc">Pedrillo</span>.</i>]</span>—Say you are Fernando, and +I am Pedrillo. +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> I will—Sir, you are Fernando, and I am Pedrillo. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Dull rogue! <span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span> I told you, sir, he'd persist in it. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Apart to</i> <span class="sc">Don Scipio</span>. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Yes, I see it; but I tell you what, Don Fernando.—<span class="dir-i">[<i><span class="sc">Lorenza</span> +sings without.</i>]</span> My daughter! Zounds! don't let your mistress see you +any more in this cursed livery.—Look at the gentleman, hold up your +head—egad, Pedrillo's acting was better than your natural manner. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Ah, sir, if you were to see my master dressed—the livery +makes such an alteration! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> True! curse the livery. +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> It's bad enough; but my master gives new liveries on his marriage. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> An insensible scoundrel! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Aside.</i> +</p> + +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Lorenza</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Lor.</i> Oh, caro, signor, every body says that you are <span class="dir-i">[<i>To <span class="sc">Don Fernando</span>.</i>]</span> not +Don Fernando. +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page47" name="page47"></a>[47]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Every body's right, for here he stands like a young tailor +of Cordova. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>To <span class="sc">Pedrillo</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Lor.</i> Oh, what? then this is Pedrillo? +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>To <span class="sc">Fernando</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> At your service, ma'am. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Bowing.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> That Pedrillo! then, who the devil am I? +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Here, rogue, this purse is yours—say you are Don Fernando. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Apart to <span class="sc">Pedrillo</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Oh, sir—now I understand you.—True, Don Scipio, I am all that +he says. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Hey! Now that's right and sensible, and like yourself; but +I'll go bustle about our business, for we'll have all our love affairs +settled this evening. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Exeunt <span class="sc">Don Scipio</span> and <span class="sc">Fernando</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Lor.</i> So, then, you're to be my husband, ha! ha! ha! +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Eh! +</p> +<p> +<i>Lor.</i> Well, if not, I can be as cold as you are indifferent. +</p> + +<h3> +AIR XIV.—LORENZA. +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> <i>If I my heart surrender,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Be ever fond and tender,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>And sweet connubial joys shall crown</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Each soft rosy hour:</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>In pure delight each heart shall own</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Love's triumphant pow'r.</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>See brilliant belles admiring,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>See splendid beaux desiring,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>All for a smile expiring,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Where'er Lorenza moves.</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>To balls and routs resorting,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>O bliss supreme, transporting!</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Yet ogling, flirting, courting,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>'Tis you alone that loves.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> <i>If I my heart surrender, &c.</i></p> +</div> +</div> + +<p class="dir-r"> +[Exeunt. +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page48" name="page48"></a>[48]</span></p> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + ACT THE THIRD. +</h2> +<h3> +SCENE I. +</h3> +<p class="scene"> + <i>A Grand Saloon.</i> +</p> +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Don Scipio</span> and <span class="sc">Vasquez</span>.</i> +</p> + +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> D'ye hear, Vasquez? run to Father Benedick, tell him to +wipe his chin, go up to the chapel, put on his spectacles, open his +breviary,—find out matrimony, and wait till we come to him.—<span class="dir-i">[<i>Exit +<span class="sc">Vasquez</span>.</i>]</span> Then, hey, for a brace of weddings! +</p> + +<h3> +AIR XV.—DON SCIPIO. +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> <i>Then hey for a lass and a bottle to cheer,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>And a thumping bantling every year!</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>With skin as white as snow,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>And hair as brown as a berry!</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>With eyes as black as a sloe,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>And lips as red as a cherry;</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Sing rory tory,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Dancing, prancing,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Laugh and lie down is the play,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>We'll fondle together,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>In spite of the weather,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>And kiss the cold winter away.</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page49" name="page49"></a>[49]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> <i>Laugh while you live,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>For as life is a jest,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Who laughs the most,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Is sure to live best.</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>When I was not so old,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>I frolick'd among the misses;</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>And when they thought me too bold,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>I stopped their mouths with kisses.</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Sing rory, tory, &c.</i></p> +</div> +</div> + +<p> +I wonder, is Don Fernando drest—Oh, here comes the servant, in his +proper habiliments! +</p> + +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Don Fernando</span>, in a Livery.</i> +</p> +<p> +Ay, now, my lad, you look something like. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Yes, your honour, I was quite sick of my grandeur—My passing +so well in this disguise gives me a very humble opinion of myself. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Aside.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> But, Pedrillo, is your master equipped? 'faith, I long to +see him in his proper garb. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Why, no, sir, we're a little behind hand with our finery, on +account of a portmanteau of clothes that's mislaid somewhere or other. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Portmanteau! Oh, it's safe enough—Your fellow servant +has it. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Fellow servant? +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Ay, the little spy has taken it in charge—Oh, here comes +the very beagle. +</p> +<p> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Spado</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +Well, my little dreamer, look; Pedrillo has got into his own clothes +again. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Surprised and aside.</i>]</span> Don Fernando in a livery! or is this +really a servant? Zounds! sure I ha'n't been telling truth all this +while!—We must face it though—Ah, my dear old friend!—Glad to see +you yourself again. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Shakes Hands.</i> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page50" name="page50"></a>[50]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> My dear boy, I thank you—<span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span>—So, here's an old +friend I never saw before. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Tell Pedrillo where you have left your master's portmanteau. +While I go lead him in triumph to his bride. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Exit.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Pray, my good, new, old friend, where has your care +deposited this portmanteau? +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Gone! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Looking after <span class="sc">Don Scipio</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> The portmanteau gone! +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Ay, his senses are quite gone. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Where's the portmanteau that Don Scipio says you took +charge of? +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Portmanteau! Ah, the dear gentleman! Portmanteau did he say? +yes, yes, all's over with his poor brain; yesterday his head run upon +purses, and trumpeters, and the lord knows what; and to-day he talks of +dreamers, spies, and portmanteaus.—Yes, yes, his wits are going. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> It must be so; he talked to me last night and to-day of I +know not what, in a strange incoherent style. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Grief—all grief. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> If so, this whim of my being Pedrillo is, perhaps, the +creation of his own brain,—but then, how could it have run through +the whole family?—This is the first time I ever heard Don Scipio was +disordered in his mind. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Ay, we'd all wish to conceal it from your master, lest it +might induce him to break off the match, for I don't suppose he'd be +very ready to marry into a mad family. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> And pray, what are you, sir, in this mad family? +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Don Scipio's own gentleman, these ten years—Yet, you heard +him just now call me your fellow servant.—How you did stare when I +accosted you as an old acquaintance!—But we always humour him—I +should not have contradicted him, if he had said I was the pope's +nuncio. +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page51" name="page51"></a>[51]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span> Oh, then I don't wonder at Dame Isabel taking +advantage of his weakness. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Another new whim of his,—he has taken a fancy, that every +body has got a ring from him, which, he imagines, belonged to his +deceased lady. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> True, he asked me something about a ring. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Without.</i>]</span> I'll wait on you presently. +</p> +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Don Scipio</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Ha, Pedrillo, now your disguises are over, return me +the ring. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Apart to <span class="sc">Fernando</span>.</i>]</span> You see he's at the ring again. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Come, let me have it, lad; I'll give you a better thing, +but that ring belonged to my deceased lady. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>To <span class="sc">Fernando</span>.</i>]</span> His deceased lady!—Ay, there's the touch. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Poor gentleman! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Aside.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Do let me have it—Zounds, here's five pistoles, and the +gold of the ring is not worth a dollar. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> We always humour him; give him this ring, and take the money. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Apart.—Gives <span class="sc">Fernando</span> a Ring.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Presents it to <span class="sc">Don Scipio</span>.</i>]</span> There, sir. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Gives Money.</i>]</span> And there, sir—Oh, you mercenary rascal! +<span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span> I knew 'twas in the purse I gave you last night in the forest. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Give me the cash, I must account for his pocket money. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Apart to, and taking the Money from <span class="sc">Fernando</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Without.</i>]</span> Pedrillo! Pedrillo! sirrah! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Run, don't you hear your master, you brace of rascals?—Fly! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Exit <span class="sc">Spado</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Looking out.</i>]</span> What an alteration! +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page52" name="page52"></a>[52]</span></p> + +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Pedrillo</span>, richly dressed.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>To <span class="sc">Fernando</span>.</i>]</span> How now, sirrah! loitering here, and leave me to +dress myself, hey! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>With great Authority.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Sir, I was—— +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>With Humility.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Was!—and are—and will be, a lounging rascal, but you fancy you +are still in your finery, you idle vagabond! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Bless me, Don Fernando is very passionate, just like his +father. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span> The fellow, I see, will play his part to the top. +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Well, Don Scipio,—A hey! an't I the man for the ladies? +<span class="dir-i">[<i>Strutting.</i>]</span> I am, for I have studied Ovid's Art of Love. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Yes, and Ovid's Metamorphoses too, ha! ha! ha! +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span> He! he! he! what a sneaking figure my poor master +cuts!—Egad! I'll pay him back all his domineering over me.—Pedrillo! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Your honour? +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Fill this box with Naquatoch. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Gives Box.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Yes, sir. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Going.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Pedrillo! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Sir? +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Perfume my handkerchief. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Yes, sir.</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Going.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Pedrillo! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Sir? +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Get me a toothpick. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Yes, sir. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Going.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Pedrillo! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span> What an impudent dog!—Sir? +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Nothing—Abscond. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span> If this be my picture, I blush for the original. +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page53" name="page53"></a>[53]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Master, to be like you, do let me give you one kick. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Aside to <span class="sc">Fernando</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> What! +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Why, I won't hurt you much. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> I'll break your bones, you villain. +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Ahem! Tol de rol. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Pedrillo! +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Sir? +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Forgetting himself.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Apart.</i>]</span> What are you at, you rascal? +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Ay, what are you at, you rascal? avoid! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> I'm gone, sir. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Exit.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Cursed ill-natured of him, not to let me give him one kick. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Aside.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Don Fernando, I like you vastly. +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> So you ought—Tol de rol.—Who could now suspect me to be the +son of a tailor, and that, four hours ago, I was a footman! <span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span> +Tol de rol. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Son-in-law, you're a flaming beau!—Egad, you have a +princely person. +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> All the young girls—whenever I got behind—Inside of a +coach,—All the ladies of distinction, whether they were making their +beds, or dressing the—dressing themselves at the toilet, would run to +the windows,—peep through their fingers, their fans I mean, simper +behind their handkerchiefs, and lisp out in the softest, sweetest +tones, "Oh, dear me, upon my honour and reputation, there is not such a +beautiful gentleman in the world, as this same Don Pedrill—Fernando." +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Ha! ha! ha! can't forget Pedrillo.—But come, ha' done +with your Pedrillos now—be yourself, son-in-law. +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Yes, I will be yourself, son-in-law, you are sure of that +honour, Don Scipio; but pray, what fortune am I to have with your +daughter? You are a grey-headed old fellow, Don Scipio, and by the +course of nature, you know, you cannot live long. +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page54" name="page54"></a>[54]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Pardon me, sir, I don't know any such thing. +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> So when we put a stone upon your head—— +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Put a stone upon my head! +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Yes, when you are settled—screwed down, I shall have your +daughter to maintain, you know. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>]</span> A narrow-minded spark! +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Not that I would think much of that, I am so generous. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Yes, generous as a Dutch usurer! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Aside.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> The truth is Don Scipio, I was always a smart young gentleman. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Dances and sings.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> A hey! Since Don Fernando turns out to be such a coxcomb, +'faith, I'm not sorry that my own child, has escaped him:—A convent +itself is better than a marriage with a monkey.—The poor thing's +fortune though!—And then my son—I begin now to think I was too hard +upon Cæsar—to compare him with this puppy—but I must forget my +children, Dame Isabel will have me upon no other terms. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Aside.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> D'ye hear, Don Scipio, let us have a plentiful feast. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Was ever such a conceited, empty, impudent—— +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Exit.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Yes, I'm a capital fellow, ha! ha! So my fool of a master sets +his wits to work after a poor girl, that, I am told, they are packing +into a convent, and he dresses me up as himself, to carry the rich +Italian heiress. Donna Victoria—Well, I'm not a capital fellow; but I +was made for a gentleman—gentleman! I'm the neat pattern for a lord—I +have a little honour about me—a bit of love too; ay, and a scrap of +courage, perhaps—hem! I wish I'd a rival to try it though—odd, I +think I could fight at any weapon, from a needle to a hatchet. +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page55" name="page55"></a>[55]</span></p> + +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Philippo</span>, with a Letter and Basket.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Phil.</i> Signor, are you Don Fernando de Zelva? +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Yes, boy. +</p> +<p> +<i>Phil.</i> Here's a letter for you, sir, from Don Alphonso. +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> I don't know any Don Alphonso, boy. What's the letter about? +</p> +<p> +<i>Phil.</i> I think, sir, 'tis to invite you to a feast. +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> A feast!—Oh, I recollect now—Don Alphonso, what! my old +acquaintance! give it me, boy. +</p> +<p> +<i>Phil.</i> But, are you sure, sir, you're Don Fernando? +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Sure, you dog!—don't you think I know myself?—let's see, let's +see—<span class="dir-i">[<i>Opens the Letter, and reads.</i>]</span> <i>Signor, though you seem ready to +fall on to a love-feast, I hope a small repast in the field won't spoil +your stomach</i>—Oh, this is only a snack before supper—<i>I shall be, at +six o'clock this evening</i>—You dog, it's past six now—<i>in the meadow, +near the cottage of the vines, where I expect you'll meet me</i>—Oh dear, +I shall be too late!—<i>As you aspire to Donna Victoria, your sword must +be long enough to reach my heart, Alphonso.</i> My sword long enough! +<span class="dir-i">[<i>Frightened.</i>]</span> Oh, the devil!—Feast! Zounds, this is a downright +challenge! +</p> +<p> +<i>Phil.</i> I beg your pardon, signor, but if I hadn't met my sweetheart, +Catilina, you would have had that letter two hours ago. +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Oh, you have given it time enough, my brave boy. +</p> +<p> +<i>Phil.</i> Well, sir, you'll come? +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Eh! Yes, I dare say he'll come. +</p> +<p> +<i>Phil.</i> He! +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Yes, I'll give it him, my brave boy. +</p> +<p> +<i>Phil.</i> Him! Sir, didn't you say you were—— +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Never fear, child, Don Fernando shall have it. +</p> +<p> +<i>Phil.</i> Why, sir, an't you Don Fernando? +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page56" name="page56"></a>[56]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Me! not I, child—no, no, I'm not Fernando, but, my boy, I would +go to the feast, but you have delayed the letter so long, that I have +quite lost my stomach—Go, my fine boy. +</p> +<p> +<i>Phil.</i> Sir, I—— +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Go along, child, go! <span class="dir-i">[<i>Puts <span class="sc">Philippo</span> off.</i>]</span> however, Don Fernando +shall attend you—but here comes my sposa— +</p> + +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Lorenza</span>, reading a Letter.</i> +</p> +<p class="quote"> + <i>Dearest <span class="sc">Lorenza</span>,</i> +</p> +<p class="quote"> + <i>By accident I heard of your being in the castle—If you don't + wish to be the instrument of your mother's imposition, an impending + blow, which means you no harm, this night shall discover an + important secret relative to him, who desires to resign even life + itself, if not your</i> +</p> +<p class="quote"> + <span class="sc">Ramirez.</span> +</p> +<p> +My love! <span class="dir-i">[<i>Kisses the Letter.</i>]</span> I wish to be nothing, if not your +Lorenza; this foolish Fernando! <span class="dir-i">[<i>Looking at <span class="sc">Pedrillo</span>.</i>]</span> but, ha! ha! ha! +I'll amuse myself with him—looks tolerably now he's dressed—not so +agreeable as my discarded lover Alphonso, though. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Aside.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> I'll accost her with elegance—How do you do, signora? +</p> +<p> +<i>Lor.</i> Very well, sir, at your service.—Dresses exactly like Prince +Radifocani. +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Now I'll pay her a fine compliment—Signora, you're a clever +little body—Will you sit down, signora? +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Hands a Chair.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Lor.</i> So polite too! +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Oh, I admire politeness. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Sits.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Lor.</i> This would not be good manners in Florence, though. +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Oh! <span class="dir-i">[<i>Rises.</i>]</span> I beg pardon—Well, sit in that + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page57" name="page57"></a>[57]</span> + + chair; I'll assure +you, Donna Victoria, I don't grudge a little trouble for the sake of +good manners. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Places another Chair.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Lor.</i> Voi cette motto gentile. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Courtesies.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Yes, I sit on my seat genteelly—I find I understand a good deal of +Italian—Now to court her—hem! hem! what shall I say? Hang it, I wish my +master had gone through the whole business, to the very drawing of the +curtains.—I believe I ought to kneel though—<span class="dir-i">[<i>Aside.</i>—<i>Kneels.</i>]</span>—Oh, +you most beautiful goddess, you angelic angel! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Repeats.</i> +</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> <i>For you, my fair, I'd be a rose,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>To bloom beneath that comely nose;</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Or, you the flower, and I the bee,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>My sweets I'd sip from none but thee.</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Was I a pen, you paper white,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Ye gods, what billet-doux I'd write!</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>My lips the seal, what am'rous smacks</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>I'd print on yours, if sealing-wax.</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>No more I'll say, you stop my breath,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>My only life, you'll be my death.</i></p> +</div> +</div> + +<p class="dir-r"> +[Rises. +</p> +<p> +Well said, little Pedrillo! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Wipes his Knees.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Lor.</i> There is something in Don Fernando's passion extremely tender, +though romantic and extravaganza. +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Oh, for some sweet sounds! signora, if you'll sing me a song, +I'll stay and hear it, I'm so civil. +</p> +<p> +<i>Lor.</i> With pleasure, sir. +</p> + +<h3> +AIR XVI.—LORENZA. +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> <i>Heart beating,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Repeating,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Vows in palpitation,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Sweetly answers each fond hope;</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Pr'ythee leave me,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>You'll deceive me,</i></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page58" name="page58"></a>[58]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> <i>After other beauties running,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Smiles so roguish, eyes so cunning,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Show where points the inclination.</i></p> +</div> +</div> + +<p class="dir-r"> +[Exeunt. +</p> + +<h3> +SCENE II. +</h3> +<p class="scene"> + <i>A Gallery of the Castle.</i> +</p> +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Fernando</span>, <span class="sc">Alphonso</span>, and <span class="sc">Victoria</span>.</i> +</p> + +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Give me joy, Alphonso; Father Benedick, in this dear and +wished-for union, has this moment made me the happiest of mankind. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Alph.</i> Then it is certain all you have told me of my Victoria? +</p> +<p> +<i>Vict.</i> True, indeed, Alphonso, that name really belongs to me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Alph.</i> No matter, as neither lineage, name, or fortune, caught my +heart, let her forfeit all, she is still dear to her Alphonso. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Courage, Alphonso—I'll answer you shall be no exception to +the general joy of this happy night. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Alph.</i> Happy, indeed, if blest with my Lorenza. +</p> + +<h3> +AIR XVII.—ALPHONSO. +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> <i>Come, ye hours, with bliss replete,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Bear me to my charmer's feet!</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Cheerless winter must I prove,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Absent from, the maid I love;</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>But the joys our meetings bring,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Show the glad return of spring.</i></p> +</div> +</div> + +<p class="dir-r"> +[Exeunt. +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page59" name="page59"></a>[59]</span></p> + +<h3> +SCENE III. +</h3> +<p class="scene"> + <i>A View of the Outside of the Castle, with Moat and Drawbridge.</i> +</p> +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Don Cæsar</span> and <span class="sc">Spado</span>.</i> +</p> + +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> You gave my letter to the lady? +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Yes, I did, Captain Ramirez. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Lucky, she knows me only by that name. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Aside.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> A love-affair, hey,—Oh, sly! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Hush! Mind you let us all in by the little wicket in the +east rampart. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> I'll let you in, captain, and a banditti is like a cat, where +the head can get in, the body will follow. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Soft! Letting down the drawbridge for me now may attract +observation. <span class="dir-i">[<i>Looks out.</i>]</span> Yonder I can get across the moat. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> But, captain! <span class="dir-i">[<i>Calling.</i>]</span> My dear captain! If you fall into +the water, you may take cold, my dear sir,—I wish you were at the +bottom, with a stone about your neck! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Aside.</i> +</p> + +<h3> +AIR XVIII.—DON CÆSAR. +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> <i>At the peaceful midnight hour,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Ev'ry sense, and ev'ry pow'r,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Fetter'd lies in downy sleep;</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Then our careful watch we keep,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>While the wolf, in nightly prowl,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Bays the moon, with hideous howl,</i></p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page60" name="page60"></a>[60]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> <i>Gates are barr'd, a vain resistance!</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Females shriek; but no assistance.</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Silence, or you meet your fate;</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Your keys, your jewels, cash and plate;</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Locks, bolts, bars, soon fly asunder,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Then to rifle, rob, and plunder.</i></p> +</div> +</div> + +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Exit <span class="sc">Don Cæsar</span>.</i> +</p> + +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> I see how this is—our captain's to carry off the lady, and my +brethren all the booty, what's left for me then? No, devil a bit they'll +give me—Oh, I must take care to help myself in time—Got nothing yet, +but that portmanteau, a few silver spoons, and tops of pepper-castors; +let's see, I've my tools here still—<span class="dir-i">[<i>Takes out Pistols.</i>]</span> 'Egad, I'll +try and secure a little before these fellows come, and make a general +sweep—Eh, <span class="dir-i">[<i>Looks out.</i>]</span> My made-up Fernando! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Retires.</i> +</p> +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Pedrillo</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> He! he! he! Yes, my master has certainly married the little +nunnery-girl—Ha! ha! ha! Alphonso to demand satisfaction of me! no, +no, Don Fernando is a master for the gentlemen, I am a man for the +ladies. +</p> + +<h3> +AIR XIX.—PEDRILLO. +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> <i>A soldier I am for a lady,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>What beau was e'er arm'd completer?</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>When face to face,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Her chamber the place,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>I'm able and willing to meet her.</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Gad's curse, my dear lasses, I'm ready</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>To give you all satisfaction;</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>I am the man,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>For the crack of your fan,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Tho' I die at your feet in the action.</i></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page61" name="page61"></a>[61]</span></p> + +<p class="i2"> <i>Your bobbins may beat up a row-de dow,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Your lap-dog may out with his bow wow wow,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>The challenge in love,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>I take up the glove,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Tho' I die at your feet in the action.</i></p> +</div> +</div> + +<p> +<i>Spado</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Advances.</i>]</span> That's a fine song, signor. +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Hey! did you hear me sing? +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> I did, 'twas charming. +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Then take a pinch of my macquabah. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Offers, and <span class="sc">Spado</span> takes.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Now, signor, you'll please to discharge my little bill. +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Bill! I don't owe you any— +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Yes, you do, sir; recollect, didn't you ever hire any thing +of me? +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Me! no! +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Oh, yes; I lent you the use of my two fine ears, to hear your +song, and the use of my most capital nose, to snuff up your macquabah. +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Eh! what the deuce, do you hire out your senses and organs, and— +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Yes, and if you don't instantly pay the hire, I'll strike up a +symphonia on this little barrel organ here. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Shows a Pistol.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Hold, my dear sir—there—<span class="dir-i">[<i>Gives Money.</i>]</span>—I refuse to pay my +debts!—Sir, I'm the most punctual—<span class="dir-i">[<i>Frightened.</i>]</span> But if you please, +rather than hire them again, I'd chuse to buy your fine nose, and your +capital ears, out and out. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Hark ye! <span class="dir-i">[<i>In a low Tone.</i>]</span> You owe your Donship to a finesse +of mine, so mention this, and you are undone, sirrah! +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Sir! <span class="dir-i">[<i>Frightened.</i>]</span> Dear sir! <span class="dir-i">[<i><span class="sc">Spado</span> presents Pistol.</i>]</span>—Oh, +lord, sir! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Exit.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> I suspect presently this house will be too hot for me, yet the +devil tempts me strongly to venture in once more. If I could but pick +up a few more + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page62" name="page62"></a>[62]</span> + + little articles—Ecod, I'll venture, though I feel an ugly +sort of tickling under my left ear—Oh, poor Spado. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Exit.</i> +</p> + +<h3> +SCENE IV. +</h3> +<p class="scene"> + <i>A Hall in the Castle.</i> +</p> +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Spado</span>.</i> +</p> + +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> So many eyes about—I can do nothing; if I could but raise a +commotion to employ their attention—Oh! here's Don Juan, father to +Fernando, just arrived—Yes, if I could but mix up a fine confusion +now—ay, that's the time to pick up the loose things—but hold, I am +told this Don Juan is very passionate—heh! to set him and Don Scipio +together by the ears—Ears!—I have it. +</p> + +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Don Juan</span> in a travelling Dress.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Juan.</i> Egad, my coming will surprise my son Fernando, and Don +Scipio too—tell him I'm here—I hope I'm time enough for the wedding. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Slily.</i>]</span> A grim-looking old gentleman! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Bows obsequiously.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Juan.</i> Who's dog are you? +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> How do you do, signor? +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Juan.</i> Why, are you a physician? +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Me a physician! Alack-a-day, no, your honour, I am poor Spado. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Juan.</i> Where's Don Scipio? What the devil, is this his hospitality? +he has heard that I am here? +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> He hear! Ah, poor gentleman—hear! his misfortune! +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page63" name="page63"></a>[63]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Don Juan.</i> Misfortune! What, he's married again? +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> At the brink. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Juan.</i> Marry, and near threescore! What, has he lost his senses? +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> He has nearly lost one, sir. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Juan.</i> But where is he? I want to ask him about it. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Ask! then you must speak very loud, sir. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Juan.</i> Why, what, is he deaf? +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Almost, sir, the dear gentleman can scarce hear a word. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Juan.</i> Ah, poor fellow! Hey! Isn't yonder my son? +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Walks up.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Now if I could bring the old ones together, I should'nt doubt +of a quarrel. +</p> + +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Don Scipio</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Ah, here's my friend, Don Juan! Spado, I hope he ha'n't +heard of his son's pranks. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Hear! Ah! poor Don Juan's hearing! I've been roaring to him +these five minutes. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Roaring to him! +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> He's almost deaf. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Bless me! +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> You must bellow to him like a speaking trumpet. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Exit <span class="sc">Spado</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Very loud.</i>]</span> Don Juan, you are welcome. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Juan.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Starting.</i>]</span> Hey! Strange that your deaf people always +speak loud—<span class="dir-i">[<i>Very loud.</i>]</span> I'm glad to see you, Don Scipio. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> When people are deaf themselves, they think every body +else is too—How long have you been this way? +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Bawling.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Juan.</i> Just arrived. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Bawling in his Ear.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> I mean as to the hearing. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Very loud.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Juan.</i> Ay, I find it's very bad with you. + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page64" name="page64"></a>[64]</span> + + <span class="dir-i">[<i>Bawling.</i>]</span> Zounds, +I shall roar myself as hoarse as a raven! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Ah, my lungs can't hold out a conversation—I must speak +by signs. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Motions to drink.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Juan.</i> What now, are you dumb too? +</p> + +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Vasquez</span>. Whispers <span class="sc">Scipio</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Oh, you may speak out, nobody can hear but me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Juan.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>To <span class="sc">Vasquez</span>.</i>]</span> Pray, is this crazy fool, your +master here, going to be married? +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> What!</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Surprised.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Vas.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>To <span class="sc">Scipio</span>.</i>]</span> Don Fernando would speak to you, sir. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Exit <span class="sc">Vasquez</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> I wish he'd come here and speak to this old blockhead, +his father.—<span class="dir-i">[<i>Takes his Hand.</i>]</span>—Don Juan, you are welcome to my +house—but I wish you had stayed at home. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Juan.</i> I am much obliged to you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> You will soon see your son—as great an ass as yourself. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Juan.</i> An ass! you shall find me a tiger, you old whelp! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Why, zounds! you're not deaf! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Juan.</i> A mad—ridiculous!— +</p> + +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Fernando</span> and <span class="sc">Victoria</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +Fernando! hey, boy, what the devil dress is this? +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> My father—Sir—I—I— +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio</i>. <span class="dir-i">[<i>To <span class="sc">Victoria</span>.</i>]</span> What are you doing with that fellow? +</p> +<p> +<i>Vict.</i> Your pardon, dearest father, when I own that he is now my +husband. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Eh! eh! By this ruin, this eternal disgrace upon my house, +am I punished for my unjust severity to my poor son, Don Cæsar—married +to that rascal! +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page65" name="page65"></a>[65]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Don Juan.</i> Call my son a rascal! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Zounds, man! who's thinking of your son? But this fellow +to marry the girl, and disgrace my family! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Juan.</i> Disgrace! He has honoured your family, you crack-brained +old fool! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> A footman honour my family, you superannuated, deaf old +idiot! +</p> + +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Dame Isabella</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +Oh, Dame, fine doings! Pedrillo here has married my daughter. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Juan.</i> But why this disguise?—what is all this about? tell me, +Fernando. +</p> +<p> +<i>Isab.</i> What, is this really Don Fernando? +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Do you say so, Don Juan? +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Juan.</i> To be sure. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Hey! then, Dame, your daughter is left to the valet—no +fault of mine, though. +</p> +<p> +<i>Isab.</i> What a vile contrivance! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> No, madam, yours was the contrivance, which love and accident +have counteracted, in justice to this injured lady. +</p> +<p> +<i>Isab.</i> Oh, that villain Spado! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Juan.</i> Spado? why that's the villain told me you were deaf. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Why, he made me believe you could not hear a word. +</p> +<p> +<i>Isab.</i> And led me into this unlucky error. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Exit <span class="sc">Isabella</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Juan.</i> Oh, what a lying scoundrel! +</p> + +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Spado</span>, behind.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> I wonder how my work goes on here!—<span class="dir-i">[<i>Roars in <span class="sc">Don Juan</span>'s Ear.</i>]</span> +I give you joy, sir. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Juan.</i> I'll give you sorrow, you rascal! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Beats him.</i> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page66" name="page66"></a>[66]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> I'll have you hang'd, you villain! +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Hang'd! dear sir, 'twould be the death of me. +</p> +<p> +<i>Pedrillo.</i> <span class="dir-i">[<i>Without.</i>]</span> Come along, my cara sposa—tol-de-rol— +</p> + +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Pedrillo</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +How do you do, boys and girls?—Zounds! my old master! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Juan.</i> Pedrillo! hey-dey! here's finery! +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> I must brazen it out.—Ah, Don Juan, my worthy dad! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Juan.</i> Why, what in the name of—but I'll beat you to a mummy, +sirrah! +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Don't do that—I'm going to be married to an heiress, so mustn't +be beat to a mummy.—Stand before me, spouse. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Gets behind <span class="sc">Lorenza</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Juan.</i> Let me come at him. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Stay where you are, he don't want you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Fer.</i> Dear sir. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Patience, Don Juan; your son has got my daughter—so our +contract's fulfilled. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Juan.</i> Yes, sir; but who is to satisfy me for your intended +affront, hey? +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> How shall I get out of this—I'll revenge all upon you, +you little rascal! to prison you go—Here, a brace of alguazils, and a +pair of handcuffs. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> For me! the best friend you had in the world! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Friend, you villain! that sha'n't save your neck. +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Why, I've saved your throat. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> How, sirrah? +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Only two of the banditti here in the castle, this morning. +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page67" name="page67"></a>[67]</span></p> + +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Oh, dear me! +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> But I got them out. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> How? how? +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> I told them they should come and murder you this evening. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Much obliged to you.—Oh, lord! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> + [<i>A Crash and tumultuous Noise without; <span class="sc">Banditti</span> + rush in, armed; <span class="sc">Don Cæsar</span> at their + Head—<span class="sc">Fernando</span> draws, and stands before + <span class="sc">Victoria</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Band.</i> This way! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Oh, ruin! I'm a miserable old man! Where's now my son, +Don Cæsar?—If I hadn't banished him, I should now have a protector in +my child. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Then you shall.—Hold! <span class="dir-i">[<i>To <span class="sc">Banditti</span>.</i>]</span> My father! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Kneels to <span class="sc">Don Scipio</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> How! My son, Don Cæsar! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Yes, sir; drove to desperation by—my follies were my +own—but my vices—— +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Were the consequence of my rigour.—My child! let these +tears wash away the remembrance. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> My father! I am unworthy of this goodness.—I confess +even now I entered this castle with an impious determination to extort +by force— +</p> +<p> +<i>Sang.</i> Captain, we didn't come here to talk. Give the word for plunder. +</p> +<p> +<i>Band.</i> Ay, plunder! +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Very tumultuous.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Hold! +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Ay, captain, let's have a choice rummaging. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Cocks his Pistol.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Oh, Lord! there's the barrel-organ! +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Stop! hold! I command you. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Oh, heavens! then is Ramirez the terrible captain of +the cut-throats—the grand tiger of the cave?—But all my fault! the +unnatural parent + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page68" name="page68"></a>[68]</span> + + should be punished in a rebellious child. My life is +yours. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> And I'll preserve it as my own.—Retire, and wait your +orders. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Exeunt all <span class="sc">Banditti</span> but <span class="sc">Spado</span>.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio</i> What, then, you won't let me be murdered. My dear boy! my +darling! Forgive me!—I—I—I pardon all. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Then, sir, I shall first beg it for my companions; if +reclaimed, by the example of their leader, their future lives will show +them worthy of mercy; if not, with mine let them be forfeit to the hand +of justice. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Some, I believe, may go up—Eh, little Spado, could you +dance upon nothing? +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> Yes, sir; but our captain, your son, must lead up the ball. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Bows low.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Ha! ha! ha! Well, you know, though ill bestowed, I must +try my interest at Madrid.—Children, I ask your pardon; forgive me, +Victoria, and take my blessing in return. +</p> +<p> +<i>Vict.</i> And do you, sir, acknowledge me for your child? +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> I do, I do; and my future kindness shall make amends for +my past cruelty. +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Ha, here comes my sposa—Eh! got a beau already? +</p> + +<p class="dir-c"> +<i>Enter <span class="sc">Alphonso</span> and <span class="sc">Lorenza</span>.</i> +</p> + +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> My beloved Lorenza! +</p> +<p class="dir-r" style="margin-top:-1.5em;"> +<span style="font-size:200%;">}</span>[<i>Embrace.</i> +</p> +<p style="margin-top:-1.25em;"> +<i>Lor.</i> My dearest. +</p> + +<p> +<i>Don Alph.</i> My good captain! as I knew this lady only by the name of +Victoria, you little imagined, in your friendly promises to me, you were +giving away your Lorenza; but, had I then known we both loved + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page69" name="page69"></a>[69]</span> + + the same +mistress, I should, ere now, have relinquished my pretensions. +</p> +<p> +<i>Lor.</i> My good-natured Alphonso! Accept my gratitude, my esteem; but my +love is, and ever was, in the possession of—— +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Cæsar.</i> Dear father, this is the individual lady whose beauty, +grace, and angelic voice, captivated my soul at Florence; if she can +abase her spotless mind, to think upon a wretch stained with crimes, +accompany her pardon with your approbation. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Isabel has been too good, and I too bad a parent!—Ha! +ha! ha! then fate has decreed you are to be my daughter, some way or +other. +</p> +<p> +<i>Ped.</i> Yes; but has fate decreed that my sposa is to be another man's +wife? +</p> +<p> +<i>Spado.</i> And, sir, <span class="dir-i">[<i>To <span class="sc">Scipio</span>.</i>]</span> if fate has decreed that your son is +not to be hanged, let the indulgence extend to the humblest of his +followers. +</p> +<p class="dir-r"> +[<i>Bows low.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Ha! ha! ha! Well, though I believe you a great, little +rogue, yet it seems you have been the instrument of bringing about +things just as they should be. +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Juan.</i> They are not as they should be, and I tell you again, Don +Scipio, I will have—— +</p> +<p> +<i>Don Scipio.</i> Well, and shall have—a bottle of the best wine in +Andalusia, sparkling Muscadel, bright as Victoria's eye, and sweet +as Lorenza's lip: hey, now for our brace of weddings—where are the +violins, lutes, and cymbals? I say, let us be merry in future; and past +faults our good-humoured friends will forget and forgive. +</p> + +<h3> +GLEE.—FINALE. +</h3> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> <i>Social powers, at pleasure's call,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Welcome here to Hymen's hall;</i></p> + +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page70" name="page70"></a>[70]</span> + +<p class="i2"> <i>Bacchus, Ceres, bless the feast,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Momus lend the sprightly jest,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Songs of joy elate the soul,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Hebe fill the rosy bowl,</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Every chaste and dear delight</i></p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Crown with joy this happy night.</i></p> +</div> +</div> + +<p class="dir-r"> +[Exeunt. +</p> + +<h3> +THE END. +</h3> + +<div style="height: 6em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Castle of Andalusia, by John O'Keeffe + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE CASTLE OF ANDALUSIA *** + +***** This file should be named 36651-h.htm or 36651-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/3/6/6/5/36651/ + +Produced by Steven desJardins, David Garcia and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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