Chispa. You are too many. Do you think we are going to sing mass in the Cathedral of Cordova? Four men can make but little use of one shoe, and I see not how you can all sing in one song. But follow me along the garden wall. That is the way my master climbs to the lady’s window. It is by the vicar’s skirts that the devil climbs into the belfry. Come, follow me and make no noise. [Exeunt.
Scene III.—Preciosa’s Chamber. She stands by the open window.
Preciosa. How slowly through the lilac-scented air
Descends the tranquil moon! Like thistle-down
The vapory clouds float in the peaceful sky:
And sweetly from yon hollow vaults of shade
The nightingales breathe out their souls in song,
Flattering the ear of night. And hark! what sounds
Answer them from below!