VICTORIAN. I must away to Alcalá to-night. Think of me when I am away. PRECIOSA. Fear not! I have no thoughts that do not think of thee. VICTORIAN (giving her a ring). A ruby, say, a drop of my heart's blood. PRECIOSA. It is an ancient saying, that the ruby Brings gladness to the wearer, and preserves VICTORIAN. What convent of barefooted Carmelites Taught thee so much theology? PRECIOSA (laying her hand upon his mouth). Hush! Hush! Good night! and may all holy angels guard thee! VICTORIAN. Good night! good night! Thou art my guardian angel! I have no other saint than thou to pray to! (He descends by the balcony.) PRECIOSA. Take care, and do not hurt thee. Art thou safe? VICTORIAN (from the garden). PRECIOSA (throwing down her handkerchief). VICTORIAN. And brings to me Sweet fragrance from thy lips, as the soft wind Make not thy voyage long. Shall see me safe returned. PRECIOSA. VICTORIAN. To-morrow night Thou art the star To guide me to an anchorage. Good night! Good night! PRECIOSA. WATCHMAN (at a distance). SCENE IV. An inn on the road to Alcalá. BALTASAR asleep on a bench. Enter CHISPA. CHISPA. And here we are, half-way to Alcalá, between cocks and midnight. Body o' me! what an inn this is! The lights out, and the landlord asleep. Holá! ancient Baltasar! Here I am. BALTASAR (waking). CHISPA. Yes, there you are, like a one-eyed Alcalde in a town without inhabitants. Bring a light, and let me have supper. Where is your master? BALTASAR. CHISPA. Do not trouble yourself about him. We have stopped a moment to breathe our horses; and, if he chooses to walk up and down in the open air, looking into the sky as one who hears it rain, that does not satisfy my hunger, you know. But be quick, for I am in a hurry, and every man stretches his legs according to the length of his coverlet. What have we here? BALTASAR (setting a light on the table). Stewed rabbit. CHISPA (eating). Conscience of Portalegre! Stewed kitten, you mean! BALTASAR. And a pitcher of Pedro Ximenes, with a roasted pear in it. Ancient Baltasar, amigo! You know how to cry wine and sell vinegar. I tell you this is nothing but Vino Tinto of La Mancha, with a tang of the swine-skin. I swear to you by Saint Simon and Judas, it is all as I say. CHISPA. And I swear to you, by Saint Peter and Saint Paul, that it is no such thing. Moreover, your supper is like the hidalgo's dinner, very little meat, and a great deal of table-cloth. Ha! ha! ha! BALTASAR. CHISPA. And more noise than nuts. BALTASAR. Ha! ha! ha! You must have your joke, Master Chispa. But shall I not ask Don Victorian in, to take a draught of the Pedro Ximenes? CHISPA. No; you might as well say, "Don't-you-want-some?" to a dead man. BALTASAR. Why does he go so often to Madrid? CHISPA. For the same reason that he eats no supper. He is in love. Were you ever in love, Baltasar? BALTASAR. I was never out of it, good Chispa. It has been the torment of my life. CHISPA. What! are you on fire, too, old hay-stack? Why, we shall never be able to put you out. Chispa! VICTORIAN (without). CHISPA. Go to bed, Pero Grullo, for the cocks are crowing. Ea! Chispa! Chispa! VICTORIAN. CHISPA. Ea! Señor. Come with me, ancient Baltasar, and bring water for the horses. I will pay for the supper, to-morrow. [Exeunt. SCENE V. VICTORIAN'S chambers at Alcalá. HYPOLITO asleep in an arm chair. He awakes slowly. HYPOLITO. I must have been asleep! ay, sound asleep! Is his own cell. Here's his guitar, that seldom (He plays and sings.) Padre Francisco! Padre Francisco! What do you want of Padre Francisco? Here is a pretty young maiden Open the door and let her come in, (Enter VICTORIAN.) VICTORIAN. Padre Hypolito! Padre Hypolito! HYPOLITO. What do you want of Padre Hypolito? VICTORIAN. Come, shrive me straight; for, if love be a sin, HYPOLITO. The same old tale Of the old woman in the chimney corner, Who, while the pot boils, says, "Come here, my child; I'll tell thee a story of my wedding-day." VICTORIAN. Nay, listen, for my heart is full; so full That I must speak. HYPOLITO. Alas! that heart of thine Is like a scene in the old play; the curtain 10 |