Fer. Sir, my mafter is fuch an obftinate gentleman, as fure as you ftand here, he'll still deny himself to be Don Fernando. Don S. Will he? then I'll write his Father an account of his vagaries. Enter PEDRILLO. Ped. Mafter! fhall I fhave you this morning? Don S. Shave! Oh, my dear Sir, time to give over your tricks and fancies. Ped. (furprised) My tricks and fancies! Fer. Yes Sir, you are found out. Don S. So you may as well confefs. Ped. What the devil fhall I confefs. Don S. He ftill perfifts! Harkee, young gentleman, I'll fend your father an account of your pranks, and he'll trim your jacket for you. Ped. Nay, Sir, for the matter o' that, my father could trim your jacket for you. Don S. Trim my jacket, young gentleman! Ped. Why, he's the beft taylor in Cordova! Don S. His father a taylor in Cordova ! Fer. Ay, he'll ruin all-(afide) Let me speak to him.-Tell Don Scipio you are the mafter. (apart to Pedrillo) Ped. I will, Sir Don Scipio you are the master. Don S. What! Fer. Stupid dog!-(apart to Pedrillo) Say you are Fernando, and I am Pedrillo. Ped. I will-Sir, you are Fernando, and I am Pedrillo. Fer. Dull rogue! (afide) I told you, Sir, he'd perfift in it! (apart to Don Scipio) Don Don. S. Yes, I fee it; but I tell you what Don Fernando LORENZA fings without. My daughter! don't let your mistress see you any more in this curfed livery.Look the gentleman, hold up your head-egad, Pedrillo's acting was better than your natural manner. Fer. Ah, Sir, if you were to fee my master drefs'd-the livery makes fuch an alteration! Don S. True! curfe the livery. Ped. It's bad enough; but my mafter gives new liveries on his marriage. Fer. An infenfible fcoundrel! (afide) Enter LORENZA. Lor. Oh, Caro Signor, every body says that you are (to Fernando) not Don Fernando. Don S. Every body's right, for here he stands like a young taylor of Cordova. (to Pedrillo) Lor. Oh, what? then this is Pedrillo? (to Fernando) Fer. At your fervice, Ma'm. (bowing) Ped. That Pedrillo! then, who am I? Fer. Here rogue, this purfe is yours-say you are Don Fernando. (apart to Pedrillo) Ped. Oh, Sir-now I understand you. True, Don Scipio, I am-all that he fays. Don S. Hey! Now that's right and fenfible, and like yourself, but I'll go buftle about our bufinefs-for, we'll have all our love affairs fettled this evening. [Exeunt Don Scipio and Fernando. Lor. So, then, you're to be my husband, ha, ha, ha, ha! Well, who is to have me, or who am I to have at laft? This? (looking at Pedrilla) ha, ha, ha! Why this is ftill worfe and worfe-every degree of lover farther remov'd from the perfections of my Ramirez. Ped. Ma'm-wou'd you be fo obliging as-to be fo kind as to tell a body what you intend to get talking about now in this here cafe? Lor. Ah, Lord! Ha, ha, ha! Why, Signor, I was reflecting what a lucky thing it is for fome people that they are born to a great fortune. (fneeringly) Ped. Eh? (looks grave) Ha, ha, ha! Ma'am, I'm fo puzzld here-that-my brain turns about like a te-to-tum, and I don't know which is coming up, A for all or P. for put down. Lor. Ha, ha, ha! Will you love me, pray Lor. Well, if not I can be as cold as you are indifferent. AIR.-Lorenza. If I my heart furrender Be ever fond and tender, And fweet connubial joys fhall crown Each foft rofy hour, In pure delight each heart fhall own See brilliant belles admiring, Wheree'r Lorenza moves. 'Tis you alone that loves. If I my heart furrender, &c. [Exeunt SCENE SCENE III. A Vineyard and Cottage. Enter ALPHONSO, (with a letter.) Alph. How cruel is my fituation! Though Captain Ramirez has fet me at liberty, to what purpose, while my heart is Victoria's prifoner! This generous Ramirez, means well, I believe; but to enter into any league with a man of his defcription-Can fhe love this Fernando? With all my ardour of paffion, to me fhe was cold and infenfible?—Her marriage with Fernando is determined on; but, if poffible, I'll prevent it-Yes, Philippo, the youth of the cottage here fhall bear him this challenge. Enter PHILIPPO from the Cottage, (with a Fruitbasket.) Phil. Are you here, Sir! Lord, Senor, why would not you eat fome dinner with us? Alph. Ah, Philippo! were you in love, you'd have little appetite. Phil. Why, I like a pretty little girl-ha, ha, ha-Catalina above at the caftle, and next Martlemas. I intend to fall in love with her, for then we shall certainly be married-may be-Do ftep in, Sir, and eat a bit. Alph. No, no. Phil. As nice an Ollo Podrida Alph. But where now, Philippo? Going to fell your grapes? Phil. Sell! Oh, no, Sir; I am going to make a prefent a prefent of the earliest and finest clusters to Don Scipio up at the castle. Alph. Why, you're vaftly generous. Phil. Oh, yes, Sir; I like to make a prefent to gentlefolks,becaufe they always give me twice the value of 'em; and then my Catalina gives me a kifs-her lips, fweet, foft, and pouting as this plump Mufcadel. AIR. PHILIPPO, In autumn ev'ry fruit I fee, Her forehead as the netrine fleek, And brown as hazle-nut her hair is; The birds by faireft fruits allur'd, Alph. Well, Philippo, you'll find one Don Fernando at the caftle and Phil. Oh, ay, the great grandee that's to marry Donna Victoria. Alph. Diflraction! (afide) Give him this let ter from me. Phil. Yes, Sir, what is't about? Alph. Ah-its only-an-invitation to Don Fernando and his intended bride to an entertainment I defign to give to a few felect friends at my villa. Phil. To a feaft, ha, ha! Alph. |