Lara.  Was there another like it?

Fran.  One so like it
I could not choose between them.

  Lara.  It is well. 
To-morrow morning bring that ring to me. 
Do not forget.  Now light me to my bed.
                    [Exeunt.

Scene ii. —­ A street in Madrid.  Enter Chispa, followed by musicians, with a bagpipe, guitars, and other instruments.

Chispa.  Abernuncio Satanas! and a plague on all lovers who ramble about at night, drinking the elements, instead of sleeping quietly in their beds.  Every dead man to his cemetery, say I; and every friar to his monastery.  Now, here’s my master, Victorian, yesterday a cow-keeper, and to-day a gentleman; yesterday a student, and to-day a lover; and I must be up later than the nightingale, for as the abbot sings so must the sacristan respond.  God grant he may soon be married, for then shall all this serenading cease.  Ay, marry! marry! marry!  Mother, what does marry mean?  It means to spin, to bear children, and to weep, my daughter!  And, of a truth, there is something more in matrimony than the wedding-ring. (To the musicians.) And now, gentlemen, Pax vobiscum! as the ass said to the cabbages.  Pray, walk this way; and don’t hang down your heads.  It is no disgrace to have an old father and a ragged shirt.  Now, look you, you are gentlemen who lead the life of crickets; you enjoy hunger by day and noise by night.  Yet, I beseech you, for this once be not loud, but pathetic; for it is a serenade to a damsel in bed, and not to the Man in the Moon.  Your object is not to arouse and terrify, but to soothe and bring lulling dreams.  Therefore, each shall not play upon his instrument as if it were the only one in the universe, but gently, and with a certain modesty, according with the others.  Pray, how may I call thy name, friend?

  First Mus.  Geronimo Gil, at your service.

Chispa.  Every tub smells of the wine that is in it.  Pray, Geronimo, is not Saturday an unpleasant day with thee?

  First Mus.  Why so?

Chispa.  Because I have heard it said that Saturday is an unpleasant day with those who have but one shirt.  Moreover, I have seen thee at the tavern, and if thou canst run as fast as thou canst drink, I should like to hunt hares with thee.  What instrument is that?

  First Mus.  An Aragonese bagpipe.

Chispa.  Pray, art thou related to the bagpiper of Bujalance, who asked a maravedi for playing, and ten for leaving off?

  First Mus.  No, your honor.

  Chispa.  I am glad of it.  What other instruments have we?

  Second and Third Musicians.  We play the bandurria.

  Chispa.  A pleasing instrument.  And thou?

  Fourth Mus.  The fife.

Chispa.  I like it; it has a cheerful, soul-stirring sound, that soars up to my lady’s window like the song of a swallow.  And you others?