THE DUENNA. ACT THE FIRST. SCENE I, A Street, Enter LOPEZ, with a dark Lanthorn. Lopez. Past three o'clock! soh! a notable hour for one of my regular disposition, to be strolling like a bravo through the streets of Seville! well, of all services, to serve a young lover is the hardest-not that I am an enemy to love; but my love, and my master's, differ strangely-Don Ferdinand is much too gallant to eat, drink, or sleep-now, my love gives me an appetitethen I am fond of dreaming of my mistress, and I love dearly to toast her-This cannot be done without good sleep, and good liquor; hence my partiality to a feather-bed, and a bottle-what a pity now, that I have not further time for reflections! but my master expects thee, honest Lopez, to secure his retreat from Donna Clara's window, as I guess-[Music without.] hey! sure, I heard music! so, so! who have we here? Oh, Don Antonio, my master's friend, come from the masquerade,to serenade my young mistress, Donna Lou isa, I suppose: soh! we shall have the old gentleman up presently-lest he should miss his son, I had best lose no time in getting to my post. Enter ANTONIO, with MASKS and Music. SONG. ANTONIO. Tell me, my lute, can thy soft strain That, though my sleeping love shall know Her rosy slumbers shall not fly? Thus, may some vision whisper more [Exit. 1 Mask, Antonio, your mistress will never wake, while you sing so dolefully; love, like a cradled infant, is lulled by a sad melody. Ant. I do not wish to disturb her rest. 1 Mask. The reason is, because you know she does not regard you enough to appear, if you awaked her. Ant. Nay, then, I'll convince you. The breath of morn bids hence the night, LOUISA-replies from a Window. [Sings. DON JEROME-From a Window. What vagabonds are these, I hear TRIO. Louisa. Nay, pr'ythee, father, why so rough? Ant. Jerome. How durst you, daughter, lend an ear Quick, from the window, fly! Louisa. Adieu, Antonio! Ant. Musi you go? Louisa We soon, perhaps, may meet again; Ant, For though hard fortune is our foe, Jerome. Reach me the blunderbuss. Ant. & L.The god of love, who knows our pain, Jerome. Hence, or these slugs are through your brain. SCENE IV. [Exeunt severally, A Piazza. Enter FERDINAND and LOPEZ. Lopez. Truly, sir, I think that a little sleep, once in a week or so——— Ferd. Peace, fool! don't mention sleep to me. Lopez. No, no, sir, I don't mention your low-bred, vulgar, sound sleep but I can't help thinking that a gentle slumber, or half an hour's dozing, if it were only for the novelty of the thing Ferd. Peace, booby, I say!—Oh Clara, dear, cruel disturber of my rest! Lopez. And of mine too. Ferd. 'Sdeath! to trifle with me at such a juncture as this now to stand on punctilios--love me! I don't believe she ever did. Lopez. Nor I either. Ferd. Or is it, that her sex never know their desires for an hour together? Lopez. Ah, they know them oftener than they'll own them. Ferd. Is there, in the world, so inconstant a creature as Clara ? Lopez. I could name one. Ferd. Yes; the tame fool, who submits to her caprice. Lopez. I thought he couldn't miss it. Ferd. Is she not capricious, teasing, tyrannical, obstinate, perverse, absurd? ay, a wilderness of faults and follies; her looks are scorn, and her very smiles -'sdeath! I wish I hadn't mentioned her smiles; for she does smile such beaming loveliness, such fascinating brightness-Oh, death and madness! I shall die if I lose her. Lopez. Oh, those damned smiles have undone all! AIR. FERDINAND. Could I her faults remember, ly. Lopez. Here comes Don Antonio, sir. Ferd. Well, go you home--I shall be there present Lopez. Ah, those cursed smiles! Enter ANTONIO. [Exit. Ferd. Antonio, Lopez tells me he left you chaunting before our door-was my father waked? Ant. Yes, yes; he has a singular affection for music, so I left him roaring at his barred window, like the print of Bajazet in the cage. And what brings you out so early? Ferd. I believe I told you, that, to-morrow was the day fixed by Don Pedro, and Clara's unnatural stepmother, for her to enter a convent, in order that her brat might possess her fortune; made desperate by this, I procured a key to the door, and bribed Clara's maid to leave it unbolted; at two this morning, I entered, unperceived, and stole to her chamber-I found her waking, and weeping. Ant. Happy Ferdinand! Ferd. 'Sdeath! hear the conclusion-I was rated as the most confident ruffian, for daring to approach her room at that hour of night. Ant. Ay, ay, this was at first? Ferd. No such thing; she would not hear a word from me, but threatened to raise her mother, if I did not instantly leave her. Ant. Well, but at last ?— Ferd. At last! why, I was forced to leave the house, as I came in.' Ant. And did you do nothing to offend her? Ferd. Nothing, as I hope to be saved—I believe, I might snatch a dozen or two of kisses. Ant. Was that all? well, I think, I never heard of such assurance! Ferd. Zounds! I tell you, I behaved with the ut most respect. |