Don Alph. My good friend!
Don Cæsar. Now for Philippo—I don't suppose you wish to see any of our work above—ha! ha! ha!—Well, well, I was once a lover, but now—
AIR IV.—DON CÆSAR.
On by the spur of valour goaded,
Pistols primed, and carbines loaded,
Courage strikes on hearts of steel;
While each spark,
Through the dark
Gloom of night,
Lends a clear and cheering light,