Don Jose

That voice! Who art thou ?

Don Cæsar, at your service.

Alive!

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.

For what purpose?

To claim my wife?

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.

How to mislead him?