THE COMEDY-BALLET OF GÜEGÜENCE.
(The Alguacil and Governor enter, dancing.)
Alg. I pray God to protect you, Governor Tastuanes.
Gov. I pray God to prosper you, my son, Captain Chief Alguacil; are you well?
Alg. At your service, Governor Tastuanes.
(They dance around the stage.)
Alg. I pray God to protect you, Governor Tastuanes.
Gov. I pray God to prosper you, my son, Captain Chief Alguacil: my son, suspend in the quarters of the leading men the music, dances, songs, ballets, and such pleasant matters of amusement to the Royal Court. It is a great shame that we have no golden table, no embroidered table-cloth, no golden inkstand, no pen of gold, no golden sand-box, not even white paper, and such like suitable things, for a session of the Royal Court.
(They dance around the stage.)
Alg. I pray God to protect you, Governor Tastuanes.