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Don CARLOS. Nay, not to be won at all!
The only virtue that a Gipsy prizes
And smote him in the face!
And does that prove
Some quenchless gleam of the celestial light! LARA.-Yet Preciosa would have taken the gold. DON CARLOS (rising).—I do not think so. LARA.
I am sure of it. But why this haste? Stay yet a little longer,
And fight the battles of your Dulcinea. DON CARLOS.—'Tis late. I must begone, for if I
stay You will not be persuaded. LARA,
Yes; persuade me. Don CARLOS.-No one so deaf as he who will not
hear! LARA.—No one so blind as he who will not see! Don Carlos.—And so good-night. I wish you
That I shall be to-morrow; and thereafter
(Enter FRANCISCO with a casket.)
None, my lord.
you She is not to be purchased by your gold. LARA.—Then I will try some other way to win licr.
Pray, dost thou know Victorian ? FRANCISCO.
Yes, my lord ;
I saw him buy
One so like it,
It is well.
with a bagpipe, guitars, and other instruments. CHISPA.—Abernuncio Satanas ! 16 and a plague on all lovers who ramble about at niglit, drinking the elements, instead of sleeping quietly in their beds. Every dead man to his cemetery, say I; and every friar to his monastery. Now, here's my master, Victorian, yesterday a cowkeeper, and today a gentleman; yesterday a student, and to-day a lover; and I must be up later than the nightingale, for as the abbot sings, so must the sacristan re
spond. God grant he may soon be married, for then shall all this serenading cease. Ay, marry! marry! marry! Mother, what does marry mean? It means to spin, to bear children, and to weep, my daughter! And, of a truth, there something more in matrimony than the wedding-ring. (To the musicians.) And now, gentlemen, Pax vobiscum ! as the ass said to the cabbages. Pray, walk this way; and don't hang down your heads. It is no disgrace to have an old father and a ragged shirt. Now, look you, you are gentlemen who lead the life of crickets; you enjoy hunger by day and noise by night. Yet, Í beseech you, for this once be not loud, but pathetic; for it is a serenade to a damsel in bed, and not to the Man in the Moon. Your object is not to arouse and terrify, but to soothe and bring lulling dreams. Therefore, each shall not play upon his instrument as if it were the only one in the universe, but gently, and with a certain modesty, according with the others. Pray, how may I call thy name, friend?
FIRST MUSICIAN.-Gerónimo Gil, at your service.
CHISPA.—Every tub smells of the wine that is in it. Pray, Gerónimo, is not Saturday an unpleasant day with thee?
FIRST MUSICIAN.— Why so ?
CHISPA.-Because I have heard it said that Saturday is an unpleasant day with those who have but one shirt. Moreover, I have seen thee at the Tavern, and if thou canst run as fast as thou canst drink, I should like to hunt hares with thee. What instrument is that?
FIRST MUSICIAN.–An Arragonese bagpipe.
Chispa.--Pray, art thou related to the bagpiper of Bujalance, who asked a maravedí for playing, and ten for leaving off?
FIRST MUSICIAN.—No, your honour.
CHISPA.-I am glad of it. What other instruments have we?
SECOND AND THIRD MUSICIANS.— We play the bandurria. CHISPA.
A pleasing instrument. And thou ? FOURTH MUSICIAN. —The fife.
CHISPA.- I like it ; it has a cheerful, soul-stirring sound, that soars up to my lady's window like the song of a swallow. And you others ?
OTHER MUSICIANS.— We are the singers, please your honour.
CAISPA.- You are too many. Do you think we are going to sing mass in the cathedral of Córdova ? Four men can make but little use of one shoe, and I see not how you can all sing in one song: But follow me along the garden wall. That is the way my master climbs to the lady's window. It is by the Vicar's skirts that the devil climbs into the belfry. Come, follow me, and make no noise.
[Expunt. SCENE III.
PRECIOSA's chamber. She stands at the open window. PRECIOSA.--How slowly through the lilac-scented
Descends the tranquil moon! Like thistle
Far in yon azure deeps,
Moon of the summer night!
Far down yon western steers,
Wind of the summer night!
Where yonder woodbine creeps,
Tell her, her lover keeps
(Enter VICTORIAN by the balcony.) VICTORIAN.—Poor little dove! Thou tremblest
like a leaf. PRECIOSA.-I am so frightened ! 'Tis for thee I
tremble! I hate to have thee climb that wall by night!
Did no one see thee? VICTORIAN.
None, my love, but thou. PRECIOSA.—'Tis very dangerous ; and when thou
art gone I chide myself for letting thee come here Thus stealthily by night. Where hast thou
been ? Since yesterday I have no news from thee. VICTORIAN.-Since yesterday, I've been in Alcalá.
Ere long the time will come, sweet Preciosa,
To steal a kiss from thee, as I do now. PRECIOSA.-An honest thief, to steal but what thou
givest. VICTORIAN.–And we shall sit together unmolested,