Diego. And quite alone?
Juan. Yes, quite alone.
Diego. I am afraid of losing myself among the bushes.
Juan. Fool, can you not see the wall, and the cupola of the Temple?
Diego. Do you take me for an owl?
Juan. Is not the moon bright enough to light thee?
Diego. No.
Juan. No!—Ha! ha! ha!—Fear seems wholly to have deprived Signor Diego of his senses.
Diego. I must beg leave to observe, Sir, that the night is devoted to rest, and even if the man himself be not allowed to sleep, his internal courage, commonly takes the liberty of enjoying a comfortable nap. My fortitude always goes to bed with the sun.
Juan. (Going up to him earnestly) Friend Diego, we will awaken it with some hearty blows.