Tantara, tantara, etc.
Juan. How like you all this uproar?
Ser. O quite well.
Juan (aside). And so should I,
Did not a shadow from that darken’d room
Trail after me. But why torment myself!
Leon. My lord, the dancers wait.
Juan (to the musicians). Pardon me. Strike up!
Voices. Strike up! strike up!
A Voice. The castanets!