And yet I fear the dances will be stopped,
And Preciosa be once more a beggar.
Vic. The sweetest beggar that e’er asked for alms;
With such beseeching eyes, that when I saw thee
I gave my heart away!
Pre. Dost thou remember
When first we met?
Vic. It was at Cordova,
In the Cathedral garden. Thou wast sitting
Under the orange-trees, beside a fountain.