_A Forest._
_A stormy Night._
_Enter DON FERNANDO._
_Don Fer._ Pedrillo! [_Calling._] What a dreadful night, and horrid
place to be benighted! Pedrillo!--I fear I've lost my servant; but by
the pace I rode since I left Ecceija, Don Scipio's castle can't be very
far distant: this was to have been my wedding night, if I arrived
there. Pedrillo! Pedrillo!
[_Calling._
_Ped._ [_Within_] Sir!
_Don Fer._ Where are you, sirrah?
_Ped._ Quite astray, sir.
_Don Fer._ This way.
_Enter PEDRILLO, groping his way._
_Ped._ Any body's way, for I have lost my own.--Do you see me, sir?
_Don Fer._ No indeed, Pedrillo!
[_Lightning._
_Ped._ You saw me then, sir. [_Thunder._] Ah, this must frighten the
mules, they'll break their bridles; I tied the poor beasts to a tree.
_Don Fer._ Well, we may find them in the morning, if they escape the
banditti, which I am told infests this forest.
_Ped._ Banditti! [_A shot without._] Ah! we are dead men.
_Don Fer._ Somebody in trouble!
_Ped._ No, somebody's troubles are over.
_Don Fer._ Draw and follow me, Pedrillo.
_Ped._ Lord, sir! ha'n't we troubles enough of our own?
_Don Fer._ Follow! Who can deny assistance to his fellow creature in
distress?
[_Draws._--_Exit._
_Ped._ What fine creatures these gentlemen are!--But for me, I am a
poor, mean, rascally servant--so I'll even take my chance with the
mules.
AIR V.--PEDRILLO.
_A master I have, and I am his man,_
_Galloping, dreary, dun,_
_And he'll get a wife as fast as he can,_
_With a haily, gaily, gambo raily,_
_Giggling, niggling,_
_Galloping galloway, draggle tail, dreary dun._
_I saddled his steed so fine and so gay,_
_Galloping, dreary, dun,_
_I mounted my mule, and we rode away,_
_With our haily, &c._
_We canter'd along until it grew dark,_
_Galloping, dreary, dun,_
_The nightingale sung instead of the lark,_
_With her, &c._
_We met with a friar, and ask'd him our way,_
_Galloping, dreary, dun,_
_By the Lord, says the friar, you're both gone astray,_
_With your, &c._
_Our journey, I fear, will do us no good,_
_Galloping, dreary, dun,_
_We wander alone, like the babes in the wood,_
_With our, &c._
_My master is fighting, and I'll take a peep,_
_Galloping, dreary, dun,_
_But now I think better, I'd better go sleep,_
_With my, &c._
[Exit.