How one man rises by his neighbour’s fall.
[Exit, carrying off Serafina.
Leon. Halloa! stop him! stop him! it is my mistress; Don Juan! my lord! my lord! the rascal has carried her off! my lord! my lord!
[Runs after Alvaro.
1st Voice in the crowd. The fire is getting under.
2nd Voice. No lives lost?
3rd Voice. Only, they say, one poor girl of the lady Serafina’s.
Enter Don Juan hurriedly.
Juan. I thought I heard Leonelo calling me—But where is Serafina? This is the place—yes—Serafina! I left them here—taken her perhaps fainting as she was for help. Gentlemen, have you seen any here with a lady, fainted, in their charge—a sailor, I think?
1st Man. Not I, sir.