Locks, bolts, bars, soon fly asunder,
Then to rifle, rob, and plunder.
[Exit Don Cæsar.
Spado. I see how this is—our captain's to carry off the lady, and my brethren all the booty, what's left for me then? No, devil a bit they'll give me—Oh, I must take care to help myself in time—Got nothing yet, but that portmanteau, a few silver spoons, and tops of pepper-castors; let's see, I've my tools here still—[Takes out Pistols.] 'Egad, I'll try and secure a little before these fellows come, and make a general sweep—Eh, [Looks out.] My made-up Fernando!
[Retires.
Enter Pedrillo.
Ped. He! he! he! Yes, my master has certainly married the little nunnery-girl—Ha! ha! ha! Alphonso to demand satisfaction of me! no, no, Don Fernando is a master for the gentlemen, I am a man for the ladies.
AIR XIX.—PEDRILLO.
A soldier I am for a lady,
What beau was e'er arm'd completer?