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chases Aries.

      (Enter FRANCISCO with a casket.)

      Well, Francisco,

      What speed with Preciosa?

       Fran. None, my lord.

      She sends your jewels back, and bids me tell you

      She is not to be purchased by your gold.

       Lara. Then I will try some other way to win her.

      Pray, dost thou know Victorian?

       Fran. Yes, my lord;

      I saw him at the jeweller's to-day.

       Lara. What was he doing there?

       Fran. I saw him buy

      A golden ring, that had a ruby in it.

       Lara. Was there another like it?

       Fran. One so like it

      I could not choose between them.

       Lara. It is well.

      To-morrow morning bring that ring to me.

      Do not forget. Now light me to my bed.

       [Exeunt.

      SCENE II. — A street in Madrid. Enter CHISPA, followed by

      musicians, with a bagpipe, guitars, and other instruments.

       Chispa. Abernuncio Satanas! and a plague on all lovers who

      ramble about at night, drinking the elements, instead of

      sleeping quietly in their beds. Every dead man to his cemetery,

      say I; and every friar to his monastery. Now, here's my master,

      Victorian, yesterday a cow-keeper, and to-day a gentleman;

      yesterday a student, and to-day a lover; and I must be up later

      than the nightingale, for as the abbot sings so must the

      sacristan respond. God grant he may soon be married, for then

      shall all this serenading cease. Ay, marry! marry! marry!

      Mother, what does marry mean? It means to spin, to bear

      children, and to weep, my daughter! And, of a truth, there is

      something more in matrimony than the wedding-ring. (To the

      musicians.) And now, gentlemen, Pax vobiscum! as the ass said to

      the cabbages. Pray, walk this way; and don't hang down your

      heads. It is no disgrace to have an old father and a ragged

      shirt. Now, look you, you are gentlemen who lead the life of

      crickets; you enjoy hunger by day and noise by night. Yet, I

      beseech you, for this once be not loud, but pathetic; for it is a

      serenade to a damsel in bed, and not to the Man in the Moon.

      Your object is not to arouse and terrify, but to soothe and bring

      lulling dreams. Therefore, each shall not play upon his

      instrument as if it were the only one in the universe, but

      gently, and with a certain modesty, according with the others.

      Pray, how may I call thy name, friend?

       First Mus. Geronimo Gil, at your service.

       Chispa. Every tub smells of the wine that is in it. Pray,

      Geronimo, is not Saturday an unpleasant day with thee?

       First Mus. Why so?

       Chispa. Because I have heard it said that Saturday is an

      unpleasant day with those who have but one shirt. Moreover, I

      have seen thee at the tavern, and if thou canst run as fast as

      thou canst drink, I should like to hunt hares with thee. What

      instrument is that?

       First Mus. An Aragonese bagpipe.

       Chispa. Pray, art thou related to the bagpiper of Bujalance,

      who asked a maravedi for playing, and ten for leaving off?

       First Mus. No, your honor.

       Chispa. I am glad of it. What other instruments have we?

       Second and Third Musicians. We play the bandurria.

       Chispa. A pleasing instrument. And thou?

       Fourth Mus. The fife.

       Chispa. I like it; it has a cheerful, soul-stirring sound,

      that soars up to my lady's window like the song of a swallow.

      And you others?

       Other Mus. We are the singers, please your honor.

       Chispa. You are too many. Do you think we are going to sing

      mass in the cathedral of Cordova? Four men can make but little

      use of one shoe, and I see not how you can all sing in one song.

      But follow me along the garden wall. That is the way my master

      climbs to the lady's window, it is by the Vicar's skirts that the

      Devil climbs into the belfry. Come, follow me, and make no

      noise.

       [Exeunt.

      SCENE III. — PRECIOSA'S chamber. She stands at the open window.

      Prec. How slowly through the lilac-scented air

      Descends the tranquil moon! Like thistle-down

      The vapory clouds float in the peaceful sky;

      And sweetly from yon hollow vaults of shade

      The nightingales breathe out their souls in song.

      And hark! what songs of love, what soul-like sounds,

      Answer them from below!

SERENADE.

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      Stars of the summer night!

       Far in yon azure deeps,

      Hide, hide your golden light!

       She sleeps!

      My lady sleeps!

       Sleeps!

      Moon of the summer night!

       Far down yon western steeps,

      Sink, sink in silver light!

       She sleeps!

      My lady sleeps!

       Sleeps!

      Wind of the summer night!

       Where yonder woodbine creeps,

      Fold, fold thy pinions light!

       She sleeps!

      My lady sleeps!

       Sleeps!

      Dreams of the summer night!

       Tell her, her lover keeps

      Watch! while in slumbers light

       She sleeps

      My lady sleeps

       Sleeps!

      (Enter VICTORIAN by the balcony.)

      Vict. Poor little dove! Thou tremblest like a leaf!

       Prec. I am so frightened! 'T is for thee I tremble!

      I hate to have thee climb that wall by night!

      Did no one see thee?

       Vict. None, my love, but thou.

       Prec. 'T is very dangerous; and when thou art

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