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Padre C. Fool that I am! He was before your time.

      You're a mere boy, and I am an old man.

       Hyp. I should not like to try my strength with you.

       Padre C. Well, well. But I forget; you must be hungry.

      Martina! ho! Martina! 'T is my niece.

      (Enter MARTINA.)

      Hyp. You may be proud of such a niece as that.

      I wish I had a niece. Emollit mores.

       (Aside.)

      He was a very great man, was Cicero!

      Your servant, fair Martina.

       Mart. Servant, sir.

       Padre C. This gentleman is hungry. See thou to it.

      Let us have supper.

       Mart. 'T will be ready soon.

       Padre C. And bring a bottle of my Val-de-Penas

      Out of the cellar. Stay; I'll go myself.

      Pray you. Senor, excuse me. [Exit.

       Hyp. Hist! Martina!

      One word with you. Bless me I what handsome eyes!

      To-day there have been Gypsies in the village.

      Is it not so?

       Mart. There have been Gypsies here.

       Hyp. Yes, and have told your fortune.

       Mart. (embarrassed). Told my fortune?

       Hyp. Yes, yes; I know they did. Give me your hand.

      I'll tell you what they said. They said—they said,

      The shepherd boy that loved you was a clown,

      And him you should not marry. Was it not?

       Mart. (surprised). How know you that?

       Hyp. 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.

       Hyp. So soon?

       Vict. 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?

       Vict. He brought this letter only.

      (Reads.)

      O cursed perfidy! Why did I let

      That lying tongue deceive me! Preciosa,

      Sweet Preciosa! how art thou avenged!

       Hyp. What news is this, that makes thy cheek turn pale,

      And thy hand tremble?

       Vict. O, most infamous!

      The Count of Lara is a worthless villain!

       Hyp. That is no news, forsooth.

       Vict. He strove in vain

      To steal from me the jewel of my soul,

      The love of Preciosa. Not succeeding,

      He swore to be revenged; and set on foot

      A plot to ruin her, which has succeeded.

      She has been hissed and hooted from the 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 earth

      Housing with Gypsies!

       Hyp. To renew again

      The Age of Gold, and make the shepherd swains

      Desperate with love, like Gasper Gil's Diana.

      Redit et Virgo!

       Vict. Dear Hypolito,

      How have I wronged that meek, confiding heart!

      I will go seek for her; and with my tears

      Wash out the wrong I've done her!

       Hyp. O beware!

      Act not that folly o'er again.

       Vict. Ay, folly,

      Delusion, madness, call it what thou wilt,

      I will confess my weakness—I still love her!

      Still fondly love her!

      (Enter the PADRE CURA.)

      Hyp. Tell us, Padre Cura,

      Who are these Gypsies in the neighborhood?

       Padre C. Beltran Cruzado and his crew.

       Vict. Kind Heaven,

      I thank thee! She is found! is found again!

       Hyp. And have they with them a pale, beautiful girl,

      Called Preciosa?

       Padre C. Ay, a pretty girl.

      The gentleman seems moved.

       Hyp. Yes, moved with hunger,

      He is half famished with this long day's journey.

       Padre C. Then, pray you, come this way. The supper waits.

       [Exeunt.

      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 master Don Carlos, the gentleman, that I, too, should lead the

      life of a gentleman; should go to bed early, and get up late.

      For when the abbot plays cards, what can you expect of the

      friars? But, in running away from the thunder, I have run into

      the lightning. Here I am in 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! Pray, what's the news?

       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.

       Chispa. Go to! go to!

       Mosq. Are you from Madrid?

       Chispa. Yes; and

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