Pedro C. Good reasons, good, substantial reasons all! No matter for the other ninety-five. They should be burnt, I see it plain enough, They should be burnt. (Enter VICTORIAN and HYPOLITO playing.) Padre C. And pray, whom have we here? Pedro C. More vagrants! By Saint Lazarus, more vagrants! Hyp. Good evening, gentlemen! Is this Guadarrama ? Padre C. Yes, Guadarrama, and good evening to you. Hyp. We seek the Padre Cura of the village; And, judging from your dress and reverend mien, You must be he. Padre C. I am. Pray, what's your pleasure? Padre C. (joyfully). Ay, know it, and have worn it. Pedro C. (aside). Soup-eaters! by the mass! The worst of vagrants ! And there's no law against them. Sir, your servant. [Exit. Padre C. Your servant, Pedro Crespo. Нур. Padre Cura, From the first moment I beheld your face, I said within myself, "This is the man!" There is a certain something in your looks, A certain scholar-like and studious some thing, You understand, — which cannot be mistaken; Which marks you as a very learned man, What impudence! Hyp. As we approached, I said to my companion, "That is the Padre Cura; mark my words!" Meaning your Grace. "The other man," said I, "Who sits so awkwardly upon the bench, Must be the sacristan.' Padre C. Ah! said you so? Why, that was Pedro Crespo, the alcalde ! Hyp. Indeed! you much astonish me ! His air Was not so full of dignity and grace Padre C. Who have their camp here in the neighborhood. There's nothing so undignified as anger. Hyp. The Padre Cura will excuse our boldness, If, from his well-known hospitality, I pray you You do me honor! I am but too happy To have such guests beneath my humble roof. It is not often that I have occasion mores, Nec sinit esse feros, Cicero says. Mart. (surprised). How know you that? Нур. O, I know more than that. What a soft, little hand! And then they said, A cavalier from court, handsome, and tall And rich, should come one day to marry you, And you should be a lady. Was it not? He has arrived, the handsome cavalier. Tries to kiss her. She runs off. Enter VICTORIAN, with a letter.) Vict. The muleteer has come. Нур. Vict. So soon? I found him Sitting at supper by the tavern door, And, from a pitcher that he held aloft His whole arm's length, drinking the blood-red wine. Hyp. What news from Court? U cursed perfidy: Why did I let Vict. stage, Her reputation stained by slanderous lies Too foul to speak of; and, once more a beggar, She roams a wanderer over God's green To renew again The Age of Gold, and make the shepherd swains Desperate with love, like Gasper Gil's Vict. I will go seek for her; and with my tears SCENE IV. A post-house on the road to Segovia, not far from the village of Guadarrama. Enter CHISPA, cracking a whip, and singing the cachucha. Chispa. Halloo! Don Fulano! Let us have horses, and quickly. Alas, poor Chispa! what a dog's life dost thou lead! I thought, when I left my old master Victorian, the student, to serve my new 1, too, should lead the life of a gentleman; master Don Carlos, the gentleman, that For when the abbot plays cards, what should go to bed early, and get up late. can you expect of the friars? But, in run into the lightning. Here I am in running away from the thunder, I have hot chase after my master and his Gypsy girl. And a good beginning of the week it is, as he said who was hanged on Monday morning. (Enter DON CARLOS.) Don C. Are not the horses ready yet? Chispa. I should think not, for the hostler seems to be asleep. Ho! within there! Horses horses! horses! (He knocks at the gate with his whip, and enter MOSQUITO, putting on his jacket.) Mosq. Pray, have a little patience. I'm not a musket. Chispa. Health and pistareens! I'm glad to see you come on dancing, padre! | Wild Moors come trooping over the lea, Mosq. You cannot have fresh horses; because there are none. Chispa. Cachiporra! Throw that bone to another dog. Do I look like your aunt? Mosq. No; she has a beard. Mosq. Are you from Madrid? Chispa. Yes; and going to Estramadura. Get us horses. Mosq. What's the news at Court? Chispa. Why, the latest news is, that I am going to set up a coach, and I have already bought the whip. Gypsies. Ay ! Cruz. (to the left). And you, by the pole with the hermit's head upon it. Gypsies. Ay ! Cruz. As soon as you see the planets are out, in with you, and be busy with the ten commandments, under the sly, and Saint Martin asleep. D'ye hear? Gypsies. Ay! if you see a goblin or a papagayo, take Cruz. Keep your lanterns open, and, to your trampers. Vineyards and DanAm I comprecing John is the word. hended? How still it is about me, and how lonely! (BARTOLOMÉ rushes in.) Bart. Ho! Preciosa! Prec. Thou here? Fulfil thy promise. Prec. 'T was my father's promise, O Bartolomé ! Not mine. I never gave my heart to Lo! I am here. Whence comest thou? Bart. From the rough ridges of the wild Sierra, From caverns in the rocks, from hunger, thirst, And fever! Like a wild wolf to the I cannot love thee. This is not my |