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And does that prove
Don C. It proves a nobleman may be repulsed
Lard. Yet Preciosa would have taken the gold.
I am sure of it.
Don C. 'Tis late. I must begone, for if I stay
Yes; persuade me.
Don C. And so good night. I wish you pleasant dreams, And greater faith in woman.
None, my lord.
Lara. Then I will try some other way to win her.
Yes, my lordd;
Lara. What was he doing there?
I saw him buy
Lara. Was there another like it?
One so like it
It is well.
SCENE II. -A street in Madrid. Enter. CHISPA, followed by Musi
cians, with a bagpipe, guitars, and other instruments. Chispa. Abernuncio Satanas !* and a plague on all lovers who ranıble about at night, 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 cow-keeper, and to-day a gentleman; yesterday a student, and to-daya lover; and I must be up later than the nightingale, for as the abbot sings so must the sacristan respond. God grant he may soon be married, for then shall all this serenading
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 is 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, I 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 Mus. Gerónimo Gil, at your service.
Chispa. Every tub smells of the wine that is in it. Pray, Geró. nimo, is not Saturday an unpleasant day with thee?
First Mus. 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 Mus. An Aragonese bagpipe. Chispa. Pray art thou related to the bagpiper of Bujalance, who asked a maravedí for playing, and ten for leaving off?
First Mus. No, your honour. Chispa. I am glad of it. What other instruments have we? Second and Third Mus. We play the bandurria. Chispa. A pleasing instrument. And thou? Fourth Mus. 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 Mus. We are the singers, please your honour. ". Digo, Señora, respondió
Sancho, lo que tengo dicho, que de los azotes abernuncio. Abrenuncio, habeis de decir, Sancho, y no como decis, dijo el Duque." - Don Quixote, Part II., ch. 35.
Chispa. You are too many. Do you think we are going to sing mass in the cathedral of Cordova ? 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 llevil climbs into the belfry. Come, follow me, and make no noise.
[Exeunt. SCENE III.-PRECIOSA's chamber. She stands at the open window.
Prec. How slowly through the lilac-scented air
Far in yon azure deeps,
She sleeps !
Far down yon western steeps,
Where yonder woodbine creeps,
Tell her her lover keeps
(Enter VICTORIAN by the balcony.)
None, my love, but thou.
Vict. Since yesterday I've been in Alcalá.
Ere long the time will come, sweet Preciosa,
Prec. An honest thief, to steal but what thou givest.
Vict. And we shall sit together unmolested,
Prec. That were a life indeed to make time envious !
Sweet child of air!
Prec. Am I not always fair?
Ay, and so fair
I heed them not;
Vict. There's nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes
Vict. Thou comest between me and those books too oftev!
In good sooth,
Vict. And with whom, I pray?
What mad jest
Prec. It is no jest; indeed it is not.
Why, simply thus.
Vict. I have heard it whispered.
Now the Cardinal,
That thou mayst dance before them!
The fire of youth into these gray old men !
Vict. The sweetest beggar that e'er asked for alms;
Dost thou remember
It was at Cordova,
Prec. 'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees
Vict. Thou blessed angel !
And when thou wast gone
Vict. Remember him no more. Let not his shadow
Prec. I thought I ne'er should see thy face again.
Vict. That was the first sound in the song of love!
Prec. That is my faith. Dost thou believe these warnings ?
Vict. So far as this. Our feelings and our thoughts
Prec. I have felt it so, but found no words to say it!