Don Cæsar. When you did me the honour to elect me your captain, two conditions I stipulated:——Though at war with the world abroad, unity and social mirth should preside over our little commonwealth at home.
Spado. Yes, but Sanguino's for no head—he'll have ours a commonwealth of fists and elbows.
Don Cæsar. The other, unless to preserve your own lives, never commit a murder.
Spado. I murdered since that——a bishop's coach-horse.
All. Ha! ha! ha!
Don Cæsar. Hand me that red wine.
AIR II.—DON CÆSAR.
Flow, thou regal purple stream,
Tinctur'd by the solar beam,
In my goblet sparkling rise,