SCENE II.—The Prado.
Enter Don Carlos, r.
Car. All hail to the powers of burgundy! Three flasks to my own share! What sorrows can stand against three flasks of burgundy? I was a damned melancholy fellow this morning, going to shoot myself, to get rid of my troubles.—Where are my troubles now? Gone to the moon, to look for my wits; and there I hope they'll remain together, if one cannot come back without t'other. But where is this indolent dog, Julio? He fit to receive appointments from ladies! Sure I have not missed the hour—No, but seven yet—[Looking at his watch.]—Seven's the hour, by all the joys of burgundy! The rogue must be here—let's reconnoitre.
[Retires, r.
Enter Victoria and Olivia, veiled, l. u. e.
Oliv. Positively, mine's a pretty spark, to let me be first at the place of appointment. I have half resolved to go home again, to punish him.
Vict. I'll answer for its being but half a resolution—to make it entire, would be to punish yourself.—There's a solitary man—is not that he?
Oliv. I think not. If he'd please to turn his face this way——
Vict. That's impossible, while the loadstone is the other way. He is looking at the woman in the next walk. Can't you disturb him?
Oliv. [Screams.] Oh! a frightful frog!
[Carlos turns on r.