Scene I.The Street before Don Jeromes House.
Enter Lopez, with a dark lantern.
Lop. Past three oclock!So! a notable hour for one of my regular disposition, to be strolling like a bravo through the streets of Seville! Well, of all services, to serve a young lover is the hardest.Not that I am an enemy to love; but my love and my masters differ strangely.Don Ferdinand is much too gallant to eat, drink, or sleep:now my love gives me an appetitethen I am fond of dreaming of my mistress, and I love dearly to toast her.This cannot be done without good sleep and good liquor: hence my partiality to a feather-bed and a bottle. What a pity, now, that I have not further time for reflections! but my master expects thee, honest Lopez, to secure his retreat from Donna Claras window, as I guess.[Music without.] Hey! sure, I heard music! So, so! Who have we here? Oh, Don Antonio, my masters friend, come from the masquerade, to serenade my young mistress, Donna Louisa, I suppose: so! we shall have the old gentleman up presently.Lest he should miss his son, I had best lose no time in getting to my post.
Enter Don Antonio, with Masqueraders and music.
Tell me, my lute, can thy soft strain
1 Mas. Antonio, your mistress will never wake, while you sing so dolefully; love, like a cradled infant, is lulled by a sad melody.
Don Ant. I do not wish to disturb her rest.
1 Mas. The reason is, because you know she does not regard you enough to appear, if you awaked her.
Don Ant. Nay, then, Ill convince you.
The breath of morn bids hence the night,
Donna Louisareplies from a window.
Waking, I heard thy numbers chide,
Don Jeromefrom a window
What vagabonds are these I hear,
Scene II.A Piazza.
Enter Don Ferdinand and Lopez.