[Beats Pedrillo.
Ped. Teach me to laugh! you may be a good master, but you've a very bad method—But, hey for chocolate and the ladies.
[Exeunt Pedrillo and Vasquez.
Don Fer. Don Scipio shall render me an account for this treatment; bear his contempt, and become the butt for the jests of his insolent servants! As I don't like his daughter, I have now a fair excuse, and indeed a just cause, to break my contract, and quit his castle; but then, I leave behind the mistress of my soul—Suppose I make her a tender of my heart—but that might offend, as she must know my hand is engaged to another—When I looked, she turned her lovely eyes averted—Doom'd to a nunnery!
AIR XI.—FERNANDO.
My fair one, like the blushing rose,
Can sweets to every sense disclose:
Those sweets I'd gather, but her scorn
Then wounds me like the sharpest thorn.
With sighs each grace and charm I see