Enter Don Cæsar.
That voice! Who art thou ?
Don Cæsar, at your service.
Yes; some benevolent fairy, I presume, withdrew the bullets from the arquebuses. Not liking to disgrace, I won't say disappoint my executioners, I fell, pretended to be shot ? they walked away—I walked hither.
Your wife; who told you she was here ?
The same good fairy that withdrew the bullets from the arquebuses. Where is she ?
In that room—find her out yourself.
I will. Oh, I should know her from a thousand, if only from a touch of her small while hand.