SCENE III.

_A View of the Outside of the Castle, with Moat and Drawbridge._

_Enter DON CAESAR and SPADO._

_Don Caesar._ You gave my letter to the lady?

_Spado._ Yes, I did, Captain Ramirez.

_Don Caesar._ Lucky, she knows me only by that name.

[_Aside._

_Spado._ A love-affair, hey,--Oh, sly!

_Don Caesar._ Hush! Mind you let us all in by the little wicket in the east rampart.

_Spado._ I'll let you in, captain, and a banditti is like a cat, where the head can get in, the body will follow.

_Don Caesar._ Soft! Letting down the drawbridge for me now may attract observation. [_Looks out._] Yonder I can get across the moat.

_Spado._ But, captain! [_Calling._] 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!

[_Aside._

AIR XVIII.--DON CAESAR.

_At the peaceful midnight hour,_ _Ev'ry sense, and ev'ry pow'r,_ _Fetter'd lies in downy sleep;_ _Then our careful watch we keep,_ _While the wolf, in nightly prowl,_ _Bays the moon, with hideous howl,_ _Gates are barr'd, a vain resistance!_ _Females shriek; but no assistance._ _Silence, or you meet your fate;_ _Your keys, your jewels, cash and plate;_ _Locks, bolts, bars, soon fly asunder,_ _Then to rifle, rob, and plunder._

[_Exit DON CAESAR._

_Spado._ 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--[_Takes out Pistols._] 'Egad, I'll try and secure a little before these fellows come, and make a general sweep--Eh, [_Looks out._] My made-up Fernando!

[_Retires._

_Enter PEDRILLO._

_Ped._ 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.

AIR XIX.--PEDRILLO.

_A soldier I am for a lady,_ _What beau was e'er arm'd completer?_ _When face to face,_ _Her chamber the place,_ _I'm able and willing to meet her._ _Gad's curse, my dear lasses, I'm ready_ _To give you all satisfaction;_ _I am the man,_ _For the crack of your fan,_ _Tho' I die at your feet in the action._ _Your bobbins may beat up a row-de dow,_ _Your lap-dog may out with his bow wow wow,_ _The challenge in love,_ _I take up the glove,_ _Tho' I die at your feet in the action._

_Spado_ [_Advances._] That's a fine song, signor.

_Ped._ Hey! did you hear me sing?

_Spado._ I did, 'twas charming.

_Ped._ Then take a pinch of my macquabah.

[_Offers, and SPADO takes._

_Spado._ Now, signor, you'll please to discharge my little bill.

_Ped._ Bill! I don't owe you any--

_Spado._ Yes, you do, sir; recollect, didn't you ever hire any thing of me?

_Ped._ Me! no!

_Spado._ 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.

_Ped._ Eh! what the deuce, do you hire out your senses and organs, and--

_Spado._ Yes, and if you don't instantly pay the hire, I'll strike up a symphonia on this little barrel organ here.

[_Shows a Pistol._

_Ped._ Hold, my dear sir--there--[_Gives Money._]--I refuse to pay my debts!--Sir, I'm the most punctual--[_Frightened._] But if you please, rather than hire them again, I'd chuse to buy your fine nose, and your capital ears, out and out.

_Spado._ Hark ye! [_In a low Tone._] You owe your Donship to a finesse of mine, so mention this, and you are undone, sirrah!

_Ped._ Sir! [_Frightened._] Dear sir! [_SPADO presents Pistol._]--Oh, lord, sir!

[_Exit._

_Spado._ 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 little articles--Ecod, I'll venture, though I feel an ugly sort of tickling under my left ear--Oh, poor Spado.

[_Exit._