Cal. He seems in years, but his habit, as well as I could distinguish, speaks him noble.
[Descends.
Don Cæsar. Then he'll fight.—My arms!
Spado. Oh, he'll fight—get my arms; no, my legs will do for me.
[Aside.
Sang. Come, my carbine—quick!
Don Cæsar. To the attack of one man—paltry! Only you, Calvette, Sanguino, Rapino, and Spado go; the rest prepare for our general excursion.
Spado. Captain, don't send me; indeed I'm too rash!
Don Cæsar. Come, come, leave buffoonery, and to your duty.
[Calvette and Rapino ascend; the rest go in at several Recesses; Spado, the last, ascends up slowly.