“At a glance, I see she is handsome.”
“And also she hath a brave eye!”
“Let us retire a little.”
“He hath fired already. O rare.”
Into the shadow they crept (the don dealt largely in shadows.)
’Twas a Spanish beauty, and a pensive beauty, who came slowly along.
“Lepo, ’tis a damsel who hath need of condolement.”
“He hath condoled with many of them, this master of mine.”
“Senorita, Senorita. Heaven!”
“Ha! ’tis Donna Elvira; O rare—rare.”