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CASTLE OF ANDALUSIA.
ACT THE FIRST.
A Cavern with wiiiding Stairs, and Recesses cut in the Rock ; a large Lamp hanging in the Centre; a Table, Wine, Fruits, ¢§~c. in dis0rder.—./It the Head Don ' Carma; on each Side SPADO, SANGUINO, RA~ \ PINO, and others of the Bamlitti.
AIR 1. AND CHORUS
Don Caesar. Here -we sons of freedom dwell, ~
In our friendly, rock-hewn cell;
Pleasure's dictates we obey,
Nature points us out the way,
Ever social, great, and free,
V alour guards our liberty.
Don Cae8GT- Come, cavaliers, our carbines are loaded, our hearts are light; charge your glasses; Bacchus gives the word, and a volley makes us im-‘ mortal as the rosy god.— Fire! _ _
Spado. Ay, captain, this -is noble firing.--Oh, I love a volley of grape shot.--Are we to have any skylight in our cave? [Looking at SAnouiNo's Glasa.
Don Caesar. Oh, no! a brimmer round.—Come, a. good booty to us to-night. ° [All drink.
Spado. Booty! Oh, I love to rob a fat priest.— Stand, says ', and then I knock him down._ ,
Sang. My nose bleeds. [Looks at his Handkerchief] I wonder what colour is a cowards blood? ,
Spddo. Don’t you see it's red ?
Sang. Ha! call me coward, [Rises in fury/.] sirrah? Captain! cavaliers!—But this scar on my forehead contradicts the miscreant.
Spado. Scar on your forehead !—Ay, you will look behind you, when you run away.
Sang. I'll stab the villain—[Draws Stilletlo.]—-I will, by Heaven.
Don Caesar. Poh, Sanguino! you know when a jest offers, Spado regards neither time, place, nor person.
All. [Inierposingn] Don’t hurt little Spado
Spado. [Hiding behind.] No, don't hurt little Spado.
Sang. Run away! Armies have confessed my valour: the time has been—but no matter. [Sits.
Don Caesar. Come, away with reflection on the past, or care for the future; the present is the golden moment of possession.--Let us enjoy it.‘
All. Ay, ay, let us enjoy it.
Don Cmsar. You know, cavaliers, when I entered into this noble fraternity, I boasted only of Bi little courage sharpened by necessity, the'result of my youthfulrfrillies, a father's severity, and the malice of a goodnatured dame.
Spado. Captain, here's a speedy walk-off to old women.
me your captain, two conditions I stipulated ;—Though at war with the world abroad, unity and social mirth should preside over our little commonwealth at home.
Spado. Yes, but Sanguino's for no head—-he'll have ours a commonwealth of lists and elbows.
Don Cesar. The other, unless to preserve your own lives, never commit a murder.
Spatlo. I murdered since that-—a bishop's coachhorse.
All. Ha! ha! ha!