Enter Don Fernando.
Don Fer. Ha! what murderous ruffians!
[Engages the Banditti, who precipitately disperse several ways.
Spado. Holloa! the forest is surrounded with inquisitors, alguazils, corrigidores, and holy fathers.
Don Scipio. Oh, I hav'n't fought so much these twenty years!
Spado. Eh, we have lost the field, cursed dark; though I think I could perceive but one man come to the relief of our old Don here.
Don Scipio. But where are you, signor? Approach, my brave deliverer.
Spado. So, here's a victory, and nobody to claim it! I think I'll go down and pick up the laurel. [Descends from the Tree.] I'll take the merit of this exploit, I may get something by it.
Don Scipio. I long to thank, embrace, worship this generous stranger, as my guardian angel.