[Donna Blanca casting an eye that way, and Chichon clinging up close behind his master, and making a mouth.
Chi. Sh' has spied us, and it thickens in the clear.
I fear a storm: goes not your heart pit-a-pat?
[To his master, aside.
Blan. Ah, the bold traitor!—but I must dissemble,
And give his impudence a little line,
The better to confound him.
[Advancing to him, and as it were embracing him with an affected cheerfulness.
Welcome as unexpected, my Don Zancho.
Don Z. Nay, then we are safe, Chichon. [Aside to Chichon.
Incomparable maid! Heaven bless those eyes,
From which I find a new life springing in me;
Having so long been banish'd from their rays,
How dark the court appear'd to me without them;
Could it have kept me from their influence,
As from their light, I had expir'd long since.
Blan. Y' express your love now in so courtly a style,
I fear you have acted it in earnest there,
And but rehearse to me your country mistress.
Don Z. Ah, let Chichon but tell you how he hath seen me
During my absence from you.
Chi. I vow I have seen him even dead for love.
You might have found it in his very looks,
Before you brought the blood into his cheeks.