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Spado. Business, my dear sir, business; all in our own way too, for I designed to let every man of you into the castle this very night, when all the family are in bed, and plunder's the word-Oh, such a delicious booty! pyramids of plate, bags of gold, and little chests of diamonds!

Sang. Indeed!

Spado. Sanguino, look at that closet.
Sang. Well!

Spado. A glorious prize!
Sang. Indeed!

Spado. Six chests of massy plate! Look, only look into the closet; wait here a moment, and I'll fetch master key that shall open every one of them. Don Cæsar. Hey! Let's see those chests.

Sang. Massy plate! Quick, quick, the master key.
Spado. I'll fetch it.

Sang. Do, but make haste, Spado.

Spado. I will, my dear boy.

[Exeunt SANGUINO and DON CÆSAR.

My good-honest-Oh, you two thieves!

Enter DON SCIPIO.

[Aside.

Don Scipio. Now, Spado, I-hey, where is my little dreamer? but why is this door open; this closet contains many valuables-Why will they leave it open? Let's see[Goes into the closet.

Enter SPADO with a Portmanteau.

Spado. [As entering.] I have no key-However I have stolen Don Fernando's portmanteau as a peaceoffering for these two rascals! Are you there? What a pity the coming of my fellow-rogues! I should have had the whole castle to myself-Oh, what a charming seat of work for a man of my industry-[Speaking at closet door. You find the chests there-you may

convey them out at night, and as for cutting Don Scipio's throat-that I leave to

Enter DON SCIPIO.

Don Scipio. Cut my throat!-What, are you at your dreams again?

Spado. [Aside.] Oh, zounds!-Yes, sir, as I was telling you.

Don Scipio. Of a little fellow, you have the worst dreams I ever heard.

Spado. Shocking, sir-then I thought

Don Scipio. Hold, hold, let me hear no more of your curst dreams.

Spado. I've got off, thanks to his credulity. [Aside,
Don Scipio. What portmanteau's that?"
Spado. Sdeath I'm on again!

Don Scipio. Fernando's I think.

[Aside.

Spado. [Affecting surprise.] What, my masters?— egad so it is. -But I wonder who could have brought it here.-Ay, ay, my fellow servant Pedrillo is now too grand to mind his business-and my master I find, though he has taken the habit, scorns the office of a servant-So I must look after the things myself, Don Scipio. Ay, ay, take care of them.

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Spado. Yes, sir, I'll take care of them!

Don Scipio. Ha! ha! ha! what a strange whimsical fellow this master of yours! with his plots and disguises. Think to impose upon me too-But I think I'm far from a fool.

Spado. [Looking archly at him.] That's more than I am.

Don Scipio. So he pretends not to know you, though he has sent you here as a spy, to see what you can pick up?

up.

Spado. Yes, sir, I came here to see what I can pick [Takes up the portmanteau.

Don Scipio. What an honest servant! he has an eye to every thing! [Exit DON SCIPIO.

Spado. But before I turn honest, I must get somewhat to keep me so.

AIR X. SPADO.

In the forest here hard by,
A bold robber late was I,
Sword and blunderbuss in hand,
When I bid a trav❜ller stand;
Zounds deliver up your cash,
Or straight I'll pop and slash,
All amongst the leaves so green-o.
Damme, sir,
If you stir,

Sluice your veins,
Blow your brains,
Hey down,
Ho down,

Derry, derry down,

All amongst the leaves so green-o.

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Soon I'll quit the roving trade,
When a gentleman I'm made;
Then so spruce and debonnaire,
'Gad, I'll court a lady fair;
How I'll prattle, tattle, chat,
How I'll kiss her, and all that,
All amongst the leaves so green-o!
How d'ye do?

How are you?
Why so coy,
Let us toy,
Hey down,

Ho down,

Derry, derry down,

All amongst the leaves so green-o,

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But ere old, and grey my pate,
I'll scrape up a snug estate:
With my nimbleness of thumbs,
I'll soon butter all my crumbs.
When I'm justice of the peace,
Then I'll master many a lease,
All amongst the leaves so green-o.
Wig profound,
Belly round,

Sit at ease,
Snatch the fees,
Hey down,
Ho down,

Derry, derry down,

All amongst the leaves so green-o.

SCENE II.

[Exit.

An Apartment.

Enter DON FERNANDO.

Don Fer. A wild scheme of my father's, to think of an alliance with this mad family; yes, Don Scipio's brain is certainly touched beyond cure, his daughter, my cara sposa of Italy, don't suit my idea of what a wife should be-no, the lovely novice, this poor relation of Dame Isabel, has caught my heart. I'm told to-morrow she's to be immured in a convent; what if I ask Dame Isabel, if-but she, and indeed Don Scipio, carry themselves very strangely towards me-I can't imagine what's become of my rascal Pedrillo.

Enter PEDRILLO, in an elegant Morning Gown, Cap, and Slippers.

Ped. Strange, the respect I meet in this family. I hope we don't take horse after my master's wedding. I should like to marry here myself,-before I unrobe I'll attack one of the maids!-Faith, a very modish dress to go courting in,-hide my livery, and I am quite gallant.

Don Fer. Oh, here's a gentleman I han't seen before!

Ped. Tol de rol!

Don Fer. Pray, sir, may I-Pedrillo ! [Surprised.] where have you-hey! what, ha! ha! ha! what's the matter with you?

Ped. Matter! Why, sir, I don't know how it was, but somehow or other last night, I happened to sit down to a supper of only twelve covers, cracked two bottles of choice wine, slept in an embroider'd bed, where I sunk in down, and lay till this morning like a diamond in cotton.-So, indeed, sir, I don't know what's the matter with me.

Don Fer. I can't imagine how, or what, it all

means.

Ped. Why, sir, Don Scipio, being a gentleman of discernment, perceives my worth, and values it.

Don Fer. Then, sir, if you are a gentleman of such prodigious merit, be so obliging, with submission to your cap and gown, as to-pull off my boots.

Enter VASQUEZ:

Vas. Sir, the ladies wait breakfast for you.
[To PEDRILLO, with great respect.

Don Fer. My respects, I attend them.
Vas. You! I mean his honour here.
Ped. Oh, you mean my honour here.

Don Fer. Well, but perhaps, my good friend, I may like a dish of chocolate as well as his honour here.

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