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Thunder to our carbines roaring,
Enter Dow Fannsnno.
Don Fer. Pedrillo! [Calling.] What a dreadful night, and horrid place to be benighted! Pedrillo l—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.
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.-Do you see me, sir?
Don Fer. No, indeed, Pedrillo! [Lig-htning.
Ped. You saw me then, sir. [Thunden] 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! [/1 shot without.] Ah! we are dead HIGH.
Don Fer. Somebody in trouble!
Pat. No, somebody's troubles are over.
Don Fer. Draw, and follow me, Pedrillo.
Ped. Lord, sir! info! we troubles enough of our own?
Don Fer. Follow! Who can deny assistance to his fellow creature in distress ? [Dra-ws.— Exit.
Ped. What fine creatures these gentlemen arc!.-But for me, I am a poor, mean, rascally servant—5o I'll even take my chance with the mules.
A master I have, and I am his man,
And he'll get a wife asfast as he can,
I saddled his steed so‘/inc and so gay,
I mounted my mute, and we rode away
We canter'd along until it grew dark,
The nightingale nmg instead of the lark,
Grilloping, tlrvaiy, dun,
A thicker Part of the Forest.—-Large Tree and Stone Cross. '
Enter Don SCIPIO, attacked by SAuGumo, RAPINO, ' and CALVETTE.
Sang. Now, Rapino, lop off his sword-arm. Don Scipio. Forbearl there's my purse, you rascals l [Throws it down. Sang. Fire! Spado. [Peeping from the large Tree.] No, don't fire. Sang. I am wounded—hew him to pieces.
[40 Don SCIPIO is nearly overpowered,
Enter Don FERNAN no.
Don Fer. Ha! what murderous rufiians! [Engages the BaNDrrrr, who precipitate/y dispersc several ways. Spado. Holloal the forest is surrounded with inquisitors, alguazils, corrigidores, and holy fathers.
Don 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. Spada. So here's avictory, and nobody to claim it !
I think I'll go down and pick up the laurel. [Descends mm the Tree.] I'll take themcrit of this exploit, may get something by it.
Don Scipio. I long to thank, embrace, worship this generous stranger, as my guardian angel.
Spado. [Aside] Iinay 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! [V apouring 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 [aller ju5[ 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 [By Accident treading on the Purse.] Hey, the rogues have run o11" without my purse
-jurse, as well as your precious life! Well, of a poor Jllow, I am the luckiest dog in- all Spain. _ Don Scipio. Poor l Good friend, accept this purse,
as a small token of my gratitude. I
Spado. Nay, dear _ Don Sci in. You s a 1 take it. Spado. ford, 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'de~ fend 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 FsanAnno.
Dim Far. The villains!
Dun 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.
Dan Fer. Return what, sir ?
Don Scipio. A ring you'll find on the purse.
Don Fer. Ring and purse! really, sir, I don't un
derstand you. Don Scipio. Well, well, no matter-QA mercenary fellow ! [Aside.
Don Fer. The old gentleman has been robbed, and is willing that I should reimburse his losses. [A.vide. Don Scipio. It grows lighter: I think I can distinguish the path I lost—-follow me, my hero, and—[.4s
‘ Fr.uN.mno.] 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! [A0ide.
Don Scipio. These rascals may rally, so come along