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Don Fer. Pedrillo! [Calling.] What a dreadful night, and horrid place to be benighted! Pedrillo !— I fear I've lost my servant; but, by the pace I rode since I left Ecceija, Don Scipio's castle can't be very far distant this was to have been, my wedding night, if I arrived there. Pedrillo! Pedrillo! [Calling.

Do

Ped. [Within.] Sir!

Don Fer. Where are you, sirrah?

Ped. Quite astray, sir.

Don Fer. This way.

Enter PEDRILLO, groping his way.

Ped. Any body's way, for I have lost my own.

you see me, sir?

Don Fer. No, indeed, Pedrillo!

[Lightning.

Ped. You saw me then, sir. [Thunder.] Ah, this must frighten the mules, they'll break their bridles; I tied the poor beasts to a tree.

Don Fer. Well, we may find them in the morning, if they escape the banditti, which I am told infests

this forest.

Ped. Banditti! [A shot without.] Ah! we are dead

men.

Don Fer. Somebody in trouble!

Ped. No, somebody's troubles are over.

Don Fer. Draw, and follow me, Pedrillo.

Ped. Lord, sir! ha'nt we troubles enough of our own?

Don Fer. Follow! Who can deny assistance to his fellow creature in distress? [Draws.-Exit. Ped. What fine creatures these gentlemen are !But for me, I am a poor, mean, rascally servantI'll even take my chance with the mules.

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A master I have, and I am his man,
Galloping, dreary dun,

And he'll get a wife as fast as he can,
With a haily, gaily, gambo raily,
Giggling, niggling,

Galloping galloway, draggle tail, dreary dun.

I saddled his steed so fine and so gay,
Galloping, dreary, dun,

I mounted my mule, and we rode away
With our haily, &c.

We canter'd along until it grew dark,
Galloping, dreary, dun,

The nightingale sung instead of the lark,
With her, &c.

We met with a friar, and ask'd him our way,
Galloping, dreary, dun,

-SO

By the Lord, says the friar, you're both gone astray,
With your, &c.

Our journey, I fear, will do us no good,
Galloping, dreary, dun,

IVe wander alone, like the babes in the wood,
With our, &c.

My master is fighting, and I'll take a peep,
Galloping, dreary, dun,

But now I think better, I'd better go sleep,

With my, &c.

[Exit.

SCENE III.

A thicker Part of the Forest.-Large Tree and Stone Cross.

Enter DON SCIPIO, attacked by SANGUINO, RAPINO, and CALVETTE.

Seng. Now, Rapino, lop off his sword-arm.

Don Scipio. Forbear! there's my purse, you rascals! [Throws it down.

Sang. Fire!

Spado. [Peeping from the large Tree.] No, don't

fire.

Sang. I am wounded-hew him to pieces.

[As DON SCIPIO is nearly overpowered,

Enter DON FERNANDO.

Don Fer. Ha! what murderous ruffians!

[Engages the BANDITTI, who precipitately disperse several ways.

Spado. Holloa! the forest is surrounded with inquisitors, alguazils, corrigidores, and holy fathers.

Don Scipio. Oh, I havn't fought so much these twenty years.

Spado. Eh, we have lost the field, cursed dark; though I think I could perceive but one man come to the relief of our old Don here.

Don Scipio. But where are you, signor? Approach my brave deliverer.

Spado. So here's a victory, and nobody to claim it! I think I'll go down and pick up the laurel. [Descends from the Tree.] I'll take the merit of this exploit, I may get something by it.

Don Scipio. I long to thank, embrace, worship this generous stranger, as my guardian angel.

Spado. [Aside.] I may pass for this angel in the dark-Villains! scoundrels! robbers! to attack an honest old gentleman on the king's highway!-but I made the dogs scamper! [Vapouring about. Don Scipio. Oh dear! this is my preserver ! Spado. Who's there? Oh, you are the worthy old gentleman I rescued from these rascal banditti. Don Scipio. Noble, valiant stranger-I

Spado. No thanks, signor, I have saved your life; and a good action rewards itself.

Don Scipio. A gallant fellow,'faith- Eh, as well as I could distinguish in the dark, you looked much taller just now. [Looking close at him. Spado. When I was fighting? true, anger rises me -I always appear six foot, in a passion; besides, my hat and plume added to my height.

Don Scipio. [By Accident treading on the Purse.] Hey, the rogues have run off without my purse

too.

Spado. O, ho! [Aside.]—What, I have saved your purse, as well as your precious life! Well, of a poor illow, I am the luckiest dog in all Spain.

Don Scipio. Poor! Good friend, accept this purse, as a small token of my gratitude.

Spado. Nay, dear sir!

Don Scipio. You shall take it.

Spado. Lord, I am so awkward at taking a purse.

[Takes it. Don Scipio. Hey, if I could find my cane too;-I dropped it somewhere hereabouts, when I drew to defend myself. [Looking about. Spado. Zounds! I fancy here comes the real conqueror no matter-I've got the spoils of the field. [Aside-Chinks the Purse, and retires.

Don Scipio. Ah, my amber-headed cane!

[Still looking about.

Enter DON FERNANDO.

Don Fer. The villains!

Don Scipio. Ay, you made them fly like pigeons, my little game-cock!

Don Fer, Oh, I fancy this is the gentleman that was attacked. Not hurt, I hope, sir?

Don Scipio. No, I'm a tough old blade-Oh, gadso, well thought on-feel if there's a ring on the purse, it's a relic of my deceased lady, it's with some regret I ask you to return it.

Don Fer. Return what, sir?

Don Scipio. A ring you'll find on the purse.

Don Fer. Ring and purse! really, sir, I don't understand you.

Don Scipio. Well, well, no matter-A mercenary fellow !

[Aside. Don Fer. The old gentleman has been robbed, and is willing that I should reimburse his losses. [Aside. Don Scipio. It grows lighter: I think I can distinguish the path I lost-follow me, my hero, and-[As going, suddenly turns, and looks steadfastly at DoN FERNANDO.] Zounds, signor, I hope you are not in a passion, but I think you look six feet high again.

Don Fer. A strange, mad old fellow this! [Aside. Don Scipio. These rascals may rally, so come along

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