Don Cæsar. Lucky, she knows me only by that name.
[Aside.
Spado. A love-affair, hey,—Oh, sly!
Don Cæsar. Hush! Mind you let us all in by the little wicket in the east rampart.
Spado. I'll let you in, captain, and a banditti is like a cat, where the head can get in, the body will follow.
Don Cæsar. Soft! Letting down the drawbridge for me now may attract observation. [Looks out.] Yonder I can get across the moat.
Spado. But, captain! [Calling.] My dear captain! If you fall into the water, you may take cold, my dear sir,—I wish you were at the bottom, with a stone about your neck!
[Aside.
AIR XVIII.—DON CÆSAR.
At the peaceful midnight hour,