Don Fer. Pedrillo! [Calling.] What a dreadful night, and horrid place to be benighted! Pedrillo!—I fear I've lost my servant; but by the pace I rode since I left Ecceija, Don Scipio's castle can't be very far distant: this was to have been my wedding night, if I arrived there. Pedrillo! Pedrillo!
[Calling.
Ped. [Within] Sir!
Don Fer. Where are you, sirrah?
Ped. Quite astray, sir.
Don Fer. This way.
Enter Pedrillo, groping his way.
Ped. Any body's way, for I have lost my own.—Do you see me, sir?
Don Fer. No indeed, Pedrillo!
[Lightning.