Bapt. Tis well; the sun is already setting; go you to your post, and I shall be at mine immediately.
[Exeunt severally.
Scene III.—A Room in Gil Perez’s House.
Enter Isabel and Casilda.
Isab. Casilda, now the flaming sun has set,
See to the doors; and you and Ines there
Sing to me—’twill beguile my melancholy.
No merry song, however; something sad
As my own fancies. (They sing within.)
Hark! what noise is that?