Ped. You saw me then, sir. [Thunder.] Ah, this must frighten the mules, they'll break their bridles; I tied the poor beasts to a tree.
Don Fer. Well, we may find them in the morning, if they escape the banditti, which I am told infests this forest.
Ped. Banditti! [A shot without.] Ah! we are dead men.
Don Fer. Somebody in trouble!
Ped. No, somebody's troubles are over.
Don Fer. Draw and follow me, Pedrillo.
Ped. Lord, sir! ha'n't we troubles enough of our own?
Don Fer. Follow! Who can deny assistance to his fellow creature in distress?
[Draws.—Exit.