Don Cæsar de Bazan?

I sir, am he.

Your sentence is now changed. 'Tis the decree of the King you be shot; there, 'neath the fortress wall. You, sir, see it done at seven o'clock; the warrant so commands.

So; are they gone ? That affair is settled. Let us to our cups. Six by the clock; fill up and sing, no time to rehearse.