Ho down,
Derry, derry down,
All amongst the leaves so green-o.
[Exit.
SCENE II.
An Apartment.
Enter Don Fernando.
Don Fer. A wild scheme of my father's, to think of an alliance with this mad family; yes, Don Scipio's brain is certainly touched beyond cure, his daughter, my cara sposa of Italy, don't suit my idea of what a wife should be—no, the lovely novice, this poor relation of Dame Isabel, has caught my heart. I'm told to-morrow she's to be immured in a convent; what if I ask Dame Isabel, if—but she, and indeed Don Scipio, carry themselves very strangely towards me—I can't imagine what's become of my rascal Pedrillo.
Enter Pedrillo, in an elegant Morning Gown, Cap and Slippers.