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Don Scipio. Oh, dear me!
Spado. But I got them out.
Don Scipio. How ? how?

Spado. I told them they should come and murder you this evening Don Scipio. Much obliged to you.--Oh, lord !

[Ā crash and tumultuous noise without ; BAN

DITTI rush in armed ; Don CÆSAR at their head.FERNANDO draws, and stands be

fore VICTORIA. Band. This way!

Don Scipio. Oh, ruin! I'm a miserable old man! Where's now my son, Don Cæsar?-If I hadn't banished him, I should now have a protector in my child.

Don Cæsar. Then you shall. -Hold! (To BAN. DITTI.] My father!

[Kneels to DON SCIPIO. Don Scipio. How! My son, Don Cæsar!

Don Cæsar. Yes, sir; drove to desperation by --my follies were my

own-but

my

vices Don Scipio. Were the consequence of my rigour, -My child! let these tears wash away the remembrance.

Don Cæsar. My father! I am unworthy of this goodness. I confess even now I entered this castle with an impious determination to extort by force

Sang. Captain, we didn't come here to talk.-
Give the word for plunder.
Bund. Ay, plunder!

[Very tumultuous. Don Cæsar. Hold ! Spado. Ay, captain, let's have a choice rummaging.

Cocks his Pistol.
Ped. Oh, Lord ! there's the barrel-organ!
Don Çæsar. Stop! hold! I command you.

Don Scipio. Oh, heavens! then is Ramirez the terrible captain of the cut-throats-the grand tiger of

Don Scipio. I'll have you hanged, you villain! Spado. Hanged ! dear sir, 'twould be the death of

me.

Pedrillo. Without.] Come along, my cara sposa tol-de-rol

Enter PEDRILLO.

How do you do, boys and girls-Zounds! my old master! Don Juan. Pedrillo ! hey-day! here's finery!

Ped. I must brazen it out.- Ah, Don Juan, my worthy dad !

Don Juan. Why, what in the name of-but I'll beat you to a mummy, sirrah !

Ped. Don't do that-I'm going to be married to an heiress, so mustn't be beat to a mummy.--Stand before me, spouse.

[Gets behind LORENZA. Don Juan. Let me come at him Spado. Stay where you are, he don't want you. Don Fer. Dear sir !

Don Scipio. Patience, Don Juan; your son has got my daughter-so our contract's fulfilled.

Don Juan. Yes, sir; but who's to satisfy me for your intended affront, hey?

Don Scipio. How shall I get out of this. I'll revenge all upon you, you iittle rascal ! to prison you go.--Here, a brace of alguazils, and a pair of handcuffs.

Spado. For me! the best friend you have in the world!

Don Scipio. Friend, you villain ! that sha'n't save
Spado. Why, I've saved your throat.
Don Scipio. How, sirrah?

Spado. Only two of the banditti here in the castle, this morning.

your neck.

Don Scipio. Oh, dear me!
Spado. But I got them out.
Don Scipio. How ? how?

Spado. I told them they should come and murder you this evening

, Don Scipio. Much obliged to you.-Oh, lord !

[Ā crash and tumultuous noise without ; BAN

DITTI rush in armed; Don CÆSAR at their head. FERNANDO draws, and stands be

fore VICTORIA. Band. This way!

Don Scipio. Oh, ruin! I'm a miserable old man ! Where's now my son, Don Cæsar?- If I hadn't bavished him, I should now have a protector in my child.

Don Cæsar. Then you shall. -Hold! (T. BANDITTI.] My father!

[Kneels to Don Scipio. Don Scipio. How ! My son, Don Cæsar!

Don Cæsar. Yes, sir; drove to desperation by my follies were my own-but

my

vices Don Scipio. Were the consequence of my rigour, -My child! let these tears wash away

the remembrance.

Don Cæsar. My father! I am unworthy of this goodness.- I confess even now I entered this castle with an impious determination to extort by force

Sang. Captain, we didn't come here to talk.
Give the word for plunder.
Bund. Ay, plunder!

[Very tumultuous. Don Cæsar. Hold ! Spado. Ay, captain, let's have a choice rummaging.

[Cocks his Pistol. Ped. Oh, Lord ! there's the barrel-organ! Don Cæsar. Stop! hold! I command you.

Don Scipio. Oh, heavens! then is Ramirez the terrible captain of the cut-throats--the grand tiger of

Don Scipio. I'll have you hanged, you villain! Spado. Hanged ! dear sir, 'twould be the death of

Pedrillo. [Without.] Come along, my cara sposa tol-de-rol

me.

Enter PEDRILLO.

How do you do, boys and girls—Zounds! my old master!

Don Juan. Pedrillo! hey-day! here's finery!

Ped. I must brazen it out.-Ah, Don Juan, my worthy dad !

Don Juan. Why, what in the name of~but I'll beat you

to a mummy, sirrah ! Ped. Don't do that. I'm going to be married to an heiress, so mustn't be beat to a mummy.-Stand before me, spouse.

(Gets behind LORENZA. Don Juan. Let me come at him. Spado. Stay where you are, he don't want you. Don Fer. Dear sir !

Don Scipio. Patience, Don Juan; your son has got my daughter-so our contract's fulfilled.

Don Juan. Yes, sir; but who's to satisfy me for your intended affront, hey?

Don Scipio. How shall I get out of this I'll revenge

all upon you, you little rascal ! to prison you go-Here, a brace of alguazils, and a pair of handcuffs.

Spado. For me! the best friend you have in the world!

Don Scipio. Friend, you villain ! that sha’n't save
Spado. Why, I've saved your throat.
Don Scipio. How, sirrah?

Spado. Only two of the banditti here in the castle, this morning

your neck.

Don Scipio. Oh, dear me!
Spado. But I got them out.
Don Scipio. How ? how?

Spado. I told them they should come and murder you this evening Don Scipio. Much obliged to you.-Oh, lord !

[A crash and tumultuous noise without ; BAN

DITTI rush in armed ; Don CÆSAR at their head. FERNANDO draws, and stands be

fore Victoria. Band. This way! Don Scipio. Oh, ruin! I'm a miserable old man ! Where's now my son, Don Cæsar?-If I hadn't bavished him, I should now have a protector in my child.

Don Cæsar. Then you shall. -Hold! [To BANDITTI.] My father!

[Kneels to Don Scipio. Don Scipio. How! My son, Don Cæsar!

Don Cæsar. Yes, sir; drove to desperation bymy follies were my own-but

my

vices Don Scipio. Were the consequence of my rigour, -My child! let these tears wash

away

the remembrance.

Don Cæsar. My father! I am unworthy of this goodness. I confess even now I entered this castle with an impious determination to extort by force

Sang. Captain, we didn't come here to talk.
Give the word for plunder.
Bund, Ay, plunder!

[Very tumultuous. Don Cæsar. Hold ! Spado. Ay, captain, let's have a choice rummaging,

[Cocks his Pistol. Ped. Oh, Lord! there's the barrel-organ! Don Çæsar. Ştop! hold! I command you.

Don Scipio. Oh, heavens! then is Ramirez the terrible captain of the cut-throats--the grand tiger of

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