Must cease for lack of music.
Lara. Bravely done.
Ah! little dost thou dream, sweet Preciosa,
What lies in wait for thee. Sleep shall not close
Thine eyes this night! Give me my cloak and sword.
[Exeunt.
Scene V.—A retired spot beyond the city gates. Enter Victorian and Hypolito.
Vic. Oh shame! oh shame! Why do I walk abroad
By daylight, when the very sunshine mocks me,