Ped. Now I'll pay her a fine compliment-Se nora, you're a clever little body-Will you fit down, Senora? (hands a chair)

Lor. So polite too!

Ped. Oh I admire politenefs. (fits)

Lor. This would not be good manners in Florence tho' Signor.

Ped. Oh! (rifes) I beg pardon-Well, fit in that chair; I'll affure you, Donna Victoria, I don't grudge a little trouble for the fake of good manners. (places another chair)

Lor. Voi cette molto gentile. (curtfies)

Ped. Yes, I fit on my feat genteelly-I find I understand a good deal of Italian.-Now to court her, hem! hem! what fhall I fay? Hang it, I wish my mafter had gone through the whole bufinefs to the very drawing of the curtains.I believe I ought to kneel tho'.-(afide) (Kneels) Oh, you most beautiful Goddess, you angelic angel! (repeats.

For

you, my fair, I'd be a rofe

To bloom beneath that comely nofe;
Or, you the flower and I the bee,
My fweets I'd fip from none but thee.
Was I a pen, you paper white,
Ye gods, what billet doux I'd write!
My lips the feal, what am'rous fmacks
I'd print on yours, if fealing-wax.
No more I'll fay, you ftop my breath,
My only life, you'll be my death.

[rifes.

-Well faid, little Pedrillo! (wipes his knees) Lor. There is fomething in Don Fernando's paffion extremely tender, though romantic and extravaganza.

Ped. Oh, for fome fweet founds, Senora, if you'll

you'll fing me a fong, I'll stay and hear it, I'm fo civil.

Lor. With pleasure, Signor.

Fer. Give me joy, Alphonfo, father Benedict in this dear and wifh'd for union has this moment made me the happieft of mankind.

of

Alph. Then it is certain all you have told me my Victoria?

Vic. True indeed, Alphonfo, that name really belongs to me.

Alph. No matter, as neither lineage, name or fortune caught my heart, let her forfeit all, the is ftill dear to her Alphonfo.

Fer. Courage, I'll answer you shall be no exception to the general joy of this happy night.

Alph

Alph. Happy, indeed, if bleft with my Lo

A view of the outfide of the Castle, with Meat and

Drawbridge.

Enter DON CESAR, and SPADO.

Don C. You gave my letter to the lady?
Spa. Yes, I did, Captain Ramirez.

Don C. Lucky fhe knows me only by that name. (afide)

AIR.- Don Cafar.

The Billet Doux, ah, didft thou bear,

To my Lorenza charming fair?

I fee how look'd the modeft maid,

I hear the gentle things the faid.

The mantling blood her cheek forfakes,
But quick returns the rofy hue;

With trembling hafte the feal fhe breaks,
And reads my tender Billet Doux.

The Billet Doux when I receive,
I prefs it to my throbbing heart;
Sweet words I cry, fuch joys you give,
Oh, never never thence depart.

And

And now it to my lips is preft, -
But when the magic name I view,
Again I clafp it to my breast,

My fond, my tender Billet Doux!

Spa. A love-affair, hey,-Oh, fly!

Don C. Huh! Mind you let us all in by the little wicket in the east rampart.

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

Don C. Soft! Letting down the drawbridge for me now, may attract obfervation. (looking out) Yonder I can cross the moat.

Spa. But my dear Captain! If you fall into the water, you may take cold.-I wish you were at the bottom with a ftone about your neck. (afi de)

AIR.-Don Cafar.

At the peaceful midnight hour,
Ev'ry fenfe, and ev'ry pow'r,
Fetter'd lies in downy fleep;

Then our careful watch we keep
While the wolf in nightly prowl,
Bays the moon with hideous howl,
Gates are barr'd, a vain refiftance!
Females fhriek; but no affistance,

Silence, or you meet your fate;
Your keys, your jewels, cafh and plate;
Locks, bolts, bars, foon fly afunder,
Then to rifle, rob and plunder.

[Exit Don Cafar.

Spa. I fee 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 portman

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teau,

teau, a few filver fpoons and tops of peppercaftors; let's fee, I've my tools here ftill-(takes outs piftols) I'll try and fecure a little before these fellows come, and make a general sweep-- Eh, (looks out) My made-up Fernando ! [Retires.

Enter PEDRILLO.

Fed. He, he, he! Yes, my mafter has certainly married the little nunnery-girl-Ha, ha, ha! Don Alphonfo to demand fatisfaction of me! no, no, Don Fernando is a mafter for the gentlemen, I am a man for the ladies.

AIR.-Pedrillo.

A foldier I am for a lady,

What beau was e'er arm'd compleater?
When face to face,

Her chamber the place,

I'm able and willing to meet her.
Gad's curfe, my dear laffes, I'm ready
To give you all fatisfaction;

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.

Spa. (advances) That's a fine fong, Senor.
Ped. Hey! did you hear me fing?

Spa. I did, 'twas charming.

Ped. Then take a pinch of my Macquabah.

(offers, Spado takes.)

Spa. Now, Senor, you'll please to discharge my little bill.

Ped.