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The Duenna   By: (1751-1816)

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DON FERDINAND Mr. Mattocks . DON JEROME Mr. Wilson . DON ANTONIO Mr. Dubellamy . DON CARLOS Mr. Leoni . ISAAC MENDOZA Mr. Quick . FATHER PAUL Mr. Mahon . FATHER FRANCIS Mr. Fox . FATHER AUGUSTINE Mr. Baker . LOPEZ Mr. Wewitzer . DONNA LOUISA Mrs. Mattocks . DONNA CLARA Mrs. Cargill . THE DUENNA Mrs. Green .

Masqueraders, Friars, Porter, Maid, and Servants.



SCENE I. The Street before DON JEROME'S House .

Enter LOPEZ, with a dark lantern .

Lop . Past three o'clock! Soh! a notable hour for one of my regular disposition, to be strolling like a bravo through the streets of Seville! Well, of all services, to serve a young lover is the hardest. Not that I am an enemy to love; but my love and my master's differ strangely. Don Ferdinand is much too gallant to eat, drink, or sleep: now my love gives me an appetite then I am fond of dreaming of my mistress, and I love dearly to toast her. This cannot be done without good sleep and good liquor: hence my partiality to a feather bed and a bottle. What a pity, now, that I have not further time, for reflections! but my master expects thee, honest Lopez, to secure his retreat from Donna Clara's window, as I guess. [ Music without .] Hey! sure, I heard music! So, so! Who have we here? Oh, Don Antonio, my master's friend, come from the masquerade, to serenade my young mistress, Donna Louisa, I suppose: so! we shall have the old gentleman up presently. Lest he should miss his son, I had best lose no time in getting to my post. [ Exit .]

Enter DON ANTONIO, with MASQUERADERS and music .

SONG. Don Ant .

Tell me, my lute, can thy soft strain So gently speak thy master's pain? So softly sing, so humbly sigh, That, though my sleeping love shall know Who sings who sighs below, Her rosy slumbers shall not fly? Thus, may some vision whisper more Than ever I dare speak before.

I. Mas . Antonio, your mistress will never wake, while you sing so dolefully; love, like a cradled infant, is lulled by a sad melody.

Don Ant . I do not wish to disturb her rest.

I. Mas . The reason is, because you know she does not regard you enough to appear, if you awaked her.

Don Ant . Nay, then, I'll convince you. [ Sings .]

The breath of morn bids hence the night, Unveil those beauteous eyes, my fair; For till the dawn of love is there, I feel no day, I own no light.

DONNA LOUISA replies from a window .

Waking, I heard thy numbers chide, Waking, the dawn did bless my sight; 'Tis Phoebus sure that woos, I cried, Who speaks in song, who moves in light.

DON JEROME from a window .

What vagabonds are these I hear, Fiddling, fluting, rhyming, ranting, Piping, scraping, whining, canting? Fly, scurvy minstrels, fly!


Don. Louisa . Nay, prithee, father, why so rough?

Don Ant . An humble lover I.

Don Jer . How durst you, daughter, lend an ear To such deceitful stuff? Quick, from the window fly!

Don. Louisa Adieu, Antonio!

Don Ant Must you go?

Don. Louisa . & Don Ant . We soon, perhaps, may meet again. For though hard fortune is our foe, The God of love will fight for us.

Don Jer . Reach me the blunderbuss.

Don Ant . & Don. Louisa . The god of love, who knows our pain

Don Jer . Hence, or these slugs are through your brain.

[ Exeunt severally .]

SCENE II A Piazza .


Lop . Truly, sir, I think that a little sleep once in a week or so

Don Ferd . Peace, fool! don't mention sleep to me.

Lop . No, no, sir, I don't mention your lowbred, vulgar, sound sleep; but I can't help thinking that a gentle slumber, or half an hour's dozing, if it were only for the novelty of the thing

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