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Don Fer. These clothes fall to my share, however; my master will never wear them after me.

Don Scipio. His master! ay, ay.

[Aside. Don Fer. I wish he'd own himself, for I'm certain Don Scipio suspects who I am.

Don Scipio Suspect! I know who you are, [Advancing to him.] so get into your livery again as fast

as you can.

Don Fer. Ha, my dear friend, Don Scipio, I was

Don Scipio. Friend! you impudent rascal! I'll break your head, if you make so free with me. None of your swaggering, sirrah.-How the fellow acts! it wasn't for nothing he was among the strolling players; but, hark ye, my lad, be quiet, for you're blown here, without the help of your trumpet.

Don Fer. Lord, your honour, how came you to know that I am Pedrillo?

Don Scipio. Why, I was told of it by your fellow -hold, I must not betray my little dreamer though -[Aside.]-No matter who told me; I-but here comes your master.

Don Fer. Pedrillo! The fellow will spoil all; I wish I had given him his lesson before I began with Don Scipio.

[Aside. Don Scipio. I hope he'll now have done with his gambols.

Don Fer. Sir, my master is such an obstinate gentleman, as sure as you stand here, he'll still deny himself to be Don Fernando.

Don Scipio. Will he? then I'll write his father an account of his vagaries.

Enter PEDRILLO.

Ped. Master, shall I shave you this morning? Don Scipio. Shave! Oh, my dear sir, 'tis time to

give over your tricks and fancies.

Ped. [Surprised.] My tricks and fancies!

Don Fer. Yes, sir, you are found out.

you may purpose for my advantage. Signor, fare

well!

Don Fer. My life, my love, adieu!

AIR XIV.

DUETT.-VICTORIA and FERNANDO.

Don Fer. So faithful to my fair I'll prove,
So kind and constant to my love,

Vict.

Don Fer.

Vict.

Both.

Vict.

Don Fer.
Vict.

Don Fer.
Both.

I'd never range,

I'd never change,

Nor time, nor chance, my faith shall move.

No ruby clusters grace the vine,

Ye sparkling stars forget to shine,
Sweet flowers to spring,

Gay birds to sing,

Those hearts than part that love shall join:

Enter FERNANDO:

[Exeunt.

Don Fer. This is fortunate; the whole family, ex. cept Victoria, are firmly possessed with the idea, that I am but the servant.-Well, since they will have me an impostor, they shall find me one; in Heaven's name, let them continue in their mistake, and bestow their mock Victoria upon my sham Fernando. I shall have a pleasant and just revenge for their perfidy; and, perhaps, obtain Don Scipio's real, lovely daughter, the sum of my wishes.-Here comes Don Scipio-Now to begin my operations.

Enter DON SCIFIO.

[As wishing DoN SCIPIO to overhear him.] I'm quite weary of playing the gentleman, I long to get into my livery again.

Don Scipio. Get into his livery!.

[Aside.

Don Fer. These clothes fall to my share, however; my master will never wear them after me.

Don Scipio. His master! ay, ay.

[Aside. Don Fer. I wish he'd own himself, for I'm certain Don Scipio suspects who I am.

Don Scipio Suspect! I know who you are, [Advancing to him.] so get into your livery again as fast

as you can.

Don Fer. Ha, my dear friend, Don Scipio, I was

Don Scipio. Friend! you impudent rascal! I'll break your head, if you make so free with me. None of your swaggering, sirrah.-How the fellow acts! it wasn't for nothing he was among the strolling players; but, hark ye, my lad, be quiet, for you're blown here, without the help of your trumpet.

Don Fer. Lord, your honour, how came you to know that I am Pedrillo?

Don Scipio. Why, I was told of it by your fellow -hold, I must not betray my little dreamer though -[Aside.]-No matter who told me; I-but here comes your master.

Don Fer. Pedrillo! The fellow will spoil all; I wish I had given him his lesson before I began with Don Scipio.

[Aside. Don Scipio. I hope he'll now have done with his gambols.

Don Fer. Sir, my master is such an obstinate gentleman, as sure as you stand here, he'll still deny himself to be Don Fernando.

Don Scipio. Will he? then I'll write his father an account of his vagaries.

Enter PEDRILLO.

Ped. Master, shall I shave you this morning? Don Scipio. Shave! Oh, my dear sir, 'tis time to

give over your tricks and fancies.

Ped. [Surprised.] My tricks and fancies!
Don Fer. Yes, sir, you are found out.

Ped. I am found out!

Don Scipio. So you may as well confess.

Ped. What the devil shall I confess?

Don Scipio. He still persists! Hark ye, young gentleman, I'll send your father an account of your pranks, and he'll trim your jacket for you.

Ped. Nay, sir, for the matter of that, my father could trim your jacket for you.

Don Scipio. Trim my jacket, young gentleman! Ped. Why, he's the best tailor in Cordova. Don Scipio. His father's a tailor in Cordova! Don Fer. Ay, he'll ruin all-[Aside.]-Let me speak to him. Tell Don Scipio you are the master. [Apart to PEDRILLO.

Ped. I will, sir.-Don Scipio, you are the master. Don Scipio. What!

Don Fer. Stupid dog!-[Apart to PEDRILLO.]Say you are Fernando, and I am Pedrillo.

Ped. I will-Sir, you are Fernando and I am Pedrillo.

Don Fer. Dull rogue! [Aside.] I told you, sir, he'd persist in it. [Apart to DoN SCIPIO. Don Scipio. Yes, I see it; but I tell you what, Don Fernando. [LORENZA sings without.] My daughter! Zounds! don't let your mistress see you any more in this cursed livery.-Look at the gentleman, hold up your head-egad, Pedrillo's acting was better than your natural manner.

Don Fer. Ay, sir, if you were to see my master dressed--the livery makes such an alteration! Don Scipio. True! curse the livery.

Ped. It's bad enough; but my master gives new liveries on his marriage.

Don Fer. An insensible scoundrel !

Enter LORENZA.

[Aside.

Lor. Oh, caro Signor, every body says that you

are [To DON FERNANDO.] not Don Fernando.

Don Scipio. Every body's right, for here he stands, like a young tailor of Cordova.

[TO PEDRILLO.

Lor. Oh, what? then this is Pedrillo?

[TO FERNANDO. Don Fer. At your service, ma'am. [Bowing. Ped. That Pedrillo! then, who the devil am I? Don Fer. Here, rogue, this purse is yours-say you are Don Fernando. [Apart to PEDRILLO. Ped. Oh, sir-now I understand you.-True, Don Scipio, I am all that he says.

Don Scipio. Hey! Now that's right and sensible, and like yourself; but I'll go bustle about our business, for we'll have all our love affairs settled this even[Exeunt DON SCIPIO and FERNANDO. Lor. So then, you're to be my husband, ha! ha!

ing.

ha!

Ped. Eh!

Lor. Well, if not, I can be as cold as you are indifferent.

AIR XV. LORENZA.

If I my heart surrender,
Be ever fond and tender,
And sweet connubial joys shall crown
Each soft rosy hour:

In pure delight each heart shall own
Love's triumphant pow'r.
See brilliant belles admiring,
See splendid beaux desiring,
All for a smile expiring,

Where'er Lorenza moves.
To balls and routs resorting,
O bliss supreme, transporting!
Yet ogling, flirting, courting,
'Tis you alone, that loves.

If I my heart surrender, &c.

Exeunt.

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