Band. Ay, plunder!
[Very tumultuous.
Don Cæsar. Hold!
Spado. Ay, captain, let's have a choice rummaging.
[Cocks his Pistol.
Ped. Oh, Lord! there's the barrel-organ!
Don Cæsar. Stop! hold! I command you.
Don Scipio. Oh, heavens! then is Ramirez the terrible captain of the cut-throats—the grand tiger of the cave?—But all my fault! the unnatural parent should be punished in a rebellious child. My life is yours.
Don Cæsar. And I'll preserve it as my own.—Retire, and wait your orders.
[Exeunt all Banditti but Spado.