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TRIO, and CHORUS.

ARABBO, and PIRATES.

FIRST PIRATE.

When the welcome evening bell
Tolls around the close of day,
Then o'er mountain, heath or dell,
Pirates rush upon their prey.

CHORUS,

Pirates rush upon their prey.

DUETT.

ARABBO, and FIRST PIRATE.

Hark! hark! the camel's tramp,-
Mark,―mark,—the traveller's nigh;

TRIO, and CHORUS.

Now let nought your courage damp,
But plunder, boys, or die.
Thunder growling,

Tygers howling,
Armies clashing,

Earthquakes crashing,

Never can such fear inspire,

As when we march,-we charge,—we fire.

The contest o'er,
Then toil no more,
But follow me,
To mirth and glee.

CHORUS.

CHORUS.

We'll follow thee,

To mirth and glee,
To laugh and quaff,
And revel in festivity.

Enter on the Bridge.

Exeunt.

Two Alguaziles. RODERIGO and another Officer: Soldiers, and the Military Band playing a March; BLALBO, leading his Newfoundland Dog, CARLO, followed by a close CARAVAN, drawn by two Camels, surrounded by Alguaziles and Soldiers, and the Procession is closed by

Count NAVARRO, and Officers.

NAVARRO.

Halt-Soldiers !- Halt!

BLABBO.

Wuoy, Boys. Wuoy!

NAVARRO.

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Speak, Sir-How far is it to Barcelona ?

'BLABBO.

Exactly three leagues, Commander.

NAVARRO.

No more?-then, Roderigo, hasten on before us to the Governor; and bid him prepare for the reception of the prisoner.

BLABBO.

Do, captain, bid him get a hearse and a coffin.

RODERIGO.

RODERIGO.

Why Is the prisoner dead?

BLABBO.

To be sure.-haven't we been nine days on our journey, and, by the Commander's orders, has'nt he been denied not only meat and drink, but almost even air However, it was told me as a secret, and therefore I'm too much a man of honor to communicate it.

RODERIGO.

Impossible! I never will believe such cruelty NAVARRO.

can

Peace, Roderigo-or I'll report. you to the Regent.-I've long observ'd your busy prying habits. Begone, and do as I command you !-Exit Roderigo.) and you Sir, (to Blabbo.)-how dare yoù thus betray

BLABBO.

I betray-Lord-When did I ever forfeit the confidence reposed in me ?-Now, I only ask these Soldiers-since I've been driver of the Caravan, have I ever told any of you, that some of the prisoners died for want of food-that some were disposed of down a trap-door at the Governor'sthat others were blown up in a fire-ship? now, did I—or will I tell any of these state secrets ?

NAVARRO.

Seizing him and drawing his Sword.)

Villain

Villain!-desist-or my own arm

BLABBO.

Take care, Sir-for your own sake, let me go ; for my dog Carlo don't mind whether he breakfasts on the leg of a dead mule, or of a live Commander-and it's certainly no secret that he sent your predecessor hopping back to Madrid.

NAVARRO.

Well, well, I but degrade myself to parley with such reptiles.-Come, let us on-and remember, Soldiers, the traitor that you guard, deserves whatever punishment awaits him; for Manuel's enemies are ever foes to virtue and to valour.Come, away.

March renewed, and Exeunt in Procession.

SCENE,

The interior part of the Mountain.

Enter

MARCHIONESS of CALATRAVA, and JULIO.

MARCHIONESS.

Cheer up, cheer up, my Julio; should these dreary mountains afford a place for shelter and for rest, depend on it, faithful Rosa soon will find it.

JULIO.

Oh, mother! I know what I want more than

rest.

MARCHIONESS.

What, child?

C

JULIO.

JULIO.

Why, father, I should be quite well, if we could find father.-Oh, I'm so weary!

MARCHIÓNESS. (kissing him.)

Peace, prattler, peace!

SONG.

MARCHIONESS.

Let not sorrow, dearest Julio,
Sadden thus thine infant face,
Soon thy father we shall meet, love,—
Soon his darling he'll embrace.

Blooming beauty, sweetest boy!

Cease, then cease, and do not murmur,
On my bosom rest thy head,-

Heavy on my heart is falling

Every tear I see thee shed.

Blooming beauty, sweetest boy!

Enter Rosa.

Well! what tydings?

ROSA.

None, madam, but that night is coming on; and except a few sheep and sea-gulls, there is'nt a human being to be seen. Lord, Lord!-badly as Blabbo has behaved to me, I wish he and his dog Carlo were growling near us; for he could not tell secrets here, ma'am.-No-if I allow'd him to salute me a thousand times, nobody would be the wiser in this place:—And I don't know why, ma'am, but somehow I was always partial to mountainous countries.

MARCHIONESS.

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