Don Guz. Well done. You sottish [Passing angrily into another Chamber.] Rascal, come no more in my Sight.
[Ex. Don Guz.
Galin. These Boards are so uneven—— You shall see now I shall neither find [Rising and feeling about for the Candle.] the Candle——nor the Candlestick; It shan't be for want of searching, however.
----O ho, have I got you? Enough, I'll look for your Companion to-morrow.
Enter Don Pedro and Don John.
Don Ped. Where are we now?
Don John. We are in the Apartment I told you of——Softly——I hear something stir——Ten to one but 'tis he.
Galin. Don't I hear, somewhat?——No——when one has Wine in one's Head, one has such a bustle in one's Ears.
Don Pedro. [To Don John.] Who is that is talking to himself?
Don John. 'Tis his Servant, I know his Voice, keep still.