SCENE II.

_A Forest._

_A stormy Night._

_Enter DON FERNANDO._

_Don Fer._ Pedrillo! [_Calling._] 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!

[_Calling._

_Ped._ [_Within_] Sir!

_Don Fer._ Where are you, sirrah?

_Ped._ Quite astray, sir.

_Don Fer._ This way.

_Enter PEDRILLO, groping his way._

_Ped._ Any body's way, for I have lost my own.--Do you see me, sir?

_Don Fer._ No indeed, Pedrillo!

[_Lightning._

_Ped._ You saw me then, sir. [_Thunder._] Ah, this must frighten the mules, they'll break their bridles; I tied the poor beasts to a tree.

_Don Fer._ Well, we may find them in the morning, if they escape the banditti, which I am told infests this forest.

_Ped._ Banditti! [_A shot without._] Ah! we are dead men.

_Don Fer._ Somebody in trouble!

_Ped._ No, somebody's troubles are over.

_Don Fer._ Draw and follow me, Pedrillo.

_Ped._ Lord, sir! ha'n't we troubles enough of our own?

_Don Fer._ Follow! Who can deny assistance to his fellow creature in distress?

[_Draws._--_Exit._

_Ped._ 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.

AIR V.--PEDRILLO.

_A master I have, and I am his man,_ _Galloping, dreary, dun,_ _And he'll get a wife as fast as he can,_ _With a haily, gaily, gambo raily,_ _Giggling, niggling,_ _Galloping galloway, draggle tail, dreary dun._

_I saddled his steed so fine and so gay,_ _Galloping, dreary, dun,_ _I mounted my mule, and we rode away,_ _With our haily, &c._

_We canter'd along until it grew dark,_ _Galloping, dreary, dun,_ _The nightingale sung instead of the lark,_ _With her, &c._

_We met with a friar, and ask'd him our way,_ _Galloping, dreary, dun,_ _By the Lord, says the friar, you're both gone astray,_ _With your, &c._

_Our journey, I fear, will do us no good,_ _Galloping, dreary, dun,_ _We wander alone, like the babes in the wood,_ _With our, &c._

_My master is fighting, and I'll take a peep,_ _Galloping, dreary, dun,_ _But now I think better, I'd better go sleep,_ _With my, &c._

[Exit.