; A Gipsy woman, a vile, shameless bawd, Lara. And does that prove That Preciosa is above suspicion? Don C. It proves a nobleman may be repulsed Lara. Don C. 'Tis late. I must begone, for if I stay Lara. Yes; persuade me. Don C. No one so deaf as he who will not hear! Lara. No one so blind as he who will not see! Don C. And so good night. I wish you pleasant dreams, And greater faith in woman. Lara. Greater faith! I have the greatest faith; for I believe Victorian is her lover. I believe That I shall be to-morrow; and thereafter Another, and another, and another, Chasing each other through her zodiac, As Taurus chases Aries. (Enter FRANCISCO with a casket.) What speed with Preciosa? Fran. Well, Francisco, 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. I saw him at the jeweller's to-day. Yes, my lord; A golden ring that had a ruby in it. I could not choose between them. I saw him buy One so like it [Exit. 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. Gerónimo Gil, at your service. Chispa. Every tub smells of the wine that is in it. Pray, Gerónimo, 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 maravedí for playing, and ten for leaving off? First Mus. No, your honour. Chispa. I am glad of it. What other instruments have we? Second and Third Mus. We play the bandurria. Chispa. A pleasing instrument. Fourth Mus. The fife. And thou? 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? "Digo, Señora, respondió Sancho, lo que tengo dicho, que de los azotes abernuncio. Abernuncio, habeis de decir, Sancho, y no como decis, dijo el Duque."-Don Quixote, Part II., chap. 35. Other Mus. We are the singers, please your honour. 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 vapoury 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! (Enter VICTORIAN by the balcony.) Vict. Poor little dove! Thou tremblest like a leaf! Did no one see thee? Vict. None, my love, but thou. Prec. 'Tis very dangerous; and when thou art gone Thus stealthily by night. Where hast thou been? Vict. Since yesterday I've been in Alcala. Prec. An honest thief, to steal but what thou givest. And words of true love pass from tongue to tongue, As singing birds from one bough to another. Prec. That were a life indeed to make time envious! I knew that thou wouldst visit me to-night. I saw thee at the play. Never did I behold thee so attired And garmented in beauty as to-night! What hast thou done to make thee look so fair? Vict. Ay, and so fair I heed them not; Prec. Vict. There's nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes Something from thee, that makes it beautiful. Prec. And yet thou leavest me for those dusty books. Vict. Thou comest between me and those books too often! I see thy face in everything I see! The paintings in the chapel wear thy looks, The canticles are changed to sarabands, And with the learned doctors of the schools Prec. In good sooth, I dance with learned doctors of the schools Vict. And with whom, I pray? Prec. A grave and reverend Cardinal, and his Grace The Archbishop of Toledo. Vict. Is this? What mad jest Why, simply thus. Prec. It is no jest; indeed it is not. Vict. Prithee explain thyself. Prec. Thou knowest the Pope has sent here into Spain To put a stop to dances on the stage. Vict. I have heard it whispered. Prec. Now the Cardinal, Who for this purpose comes, would fain behold With his own eyes these dances; and the Archbishop Has sent for me Vict. That thou mayest dance before them! Now viva la cachucha! It will breathe The fire of youth into these gray old men! 'Twill be thy proudest conquest! Prec. Saving one. And yet I fear these dances will be stopped, And Preciosa be once more a beggar. Vict. The sweetest beggar that e'er asked for alms; With such beseeching eyes, that when I saw thee I gave my heart away! Prec. When first we met? Vict. Dost thou remember It was at Cordova, In the cathedral garden. Thou wast sitting Under the orange trees, beside a fountain. Prec. 'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees Filled all the air with fragance and with joy. It was the elevation of the Host. We both of us fell down upon our knees, Prec. And when thou wast gone I felt an aching here. I did not speak To any one that day. But from that day Vict. Remember him no more. Let not his shadow I loved thee even then, though I was silent! Prec. I thought I ne'er should see thy face again. Thy farewell had a sound of sorrow in it. Vict. That was the first sound in the song of love! Scarce more than silence is, and yet a sound. Hands of invisible spirits touch the strings Of that mysterious instrument, the soul, And play the prelude of our fate. We hear The voice prophetic, and are not alone. Prec. That is my faith. Dost thou believe these warnings? Vict. So far as this. Our feelings and our thoughts Tend ever on, and rest not in the Present. As drops of rain fall into some dark well, And from below comes a scarce audible sound, So fall our thoughts into the dark Hereafter, And their mysterious echo reaches us. Prec. I have felt it so, but found no words to say it! I cannot reason; I can only feel! But thou hast language for all thoughts and feelings. We cannot walk together in this world! Henceforth thy pathway lies among the stars; Vict. Thou little sceptic! The intellect is finite; but the affections Are infinite, and cannot be exhausted. Compare me with the great men of the earth; |