The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 84

Enter Lazarillo

Enter Lazarillo.

Laz

Don Csesar.

Don C

Eh, who knows me? Pardon, signor, I did not perceive you.

King

Why come you in at the window?

Don C

Refused admittance at the door, the window was the only way. Egad, a man needs a stout courage to storm a fortress under such a brisk cannonade. It is but to show the tip of one's feather above your corridor, and whiz comes a bullet at your head. Spirit of Hospitality, how are thy rights abused.

King

I am master here, and insist on knowing your motive for the intrusion.

Don C

Well then since you are master of the house, I come to seek the Countess de Bazan. They say she lives here.

King

The Countess—do you know her ?

Don C

Ha, ha, ha ! She's the acquaintance of ten minutes only; but if you are master here, tell me where to find her.

King

I tell; are you aware, signor, who I am—

Don C

Who ?

King

Wh—o ! Don Cæsar de Bazan.

Don C

Parbleu ! I must chastise this impostor.

Laz

It is the King.

Don C

Ha ! The King ? here at this hour !

King And who, signor, pray, may you happen to be ? Your name—

Don C

My name ! Oh, you are Don Cæsar de Bazan, I am King of Spain,

Duetto—King and Don Cæsar.

Don C

Surely, as thou art Don Cæsar,
Yes, I am King of Spain; ha, ha, ha !
Yes, yes, I am King of Spain.
Yes, yes, I am King of Spain.
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King

Insolent ! thou the King of Spain,
I can't my mirth restrain. Ha, ha, ha, ha,
The King of Spain.

Don C

Surely, as thou art Don Cæsar. Yes, yes, &c.

King

The King of Spain.

Don C

The King of Spain, &c., &c.
You marvel, signor, at this hour
We, unattended, here are seen,
So near a pretty woman's door,
That woman, too, is not the Queen.
But Kings, you know, like other men,
Sometimes a little thus give way.
Kings are but mortal—Don Cæsar,
Of course you'll not your King betray,

King

Of course, of course,

Don C

Don Cæsar, now I remember well:
A witty, brawling, mad-brained sot,
Beneath his swond it was that fell,
The Captain of our Guard, was't not?
Be kind enough to make it clear,
If shot, as ordered t'other day;
And being dead, how came you here ?
Of course we shall not you betray.

King

Dread sire, your memory is short,

Don C

What forget we ?

King

A most important thing.
Don Cæsar, at eight o'clock, received
The pardon of the King.
The night of his condemnation
He received the pardon of the King.

Don C

Unhappy fate,
The pardon arrived at eight
And I was shot at seven.

King

You to denounce were too late,
You see I am forgiven.

Don C

'Twere useless longer to retain
A title not my own. No, no.

Don C

As you suspect, I—

King

Then you are not the King of Spain.

Don C

No, I my dignity forego.

King

Ha, ha ! I can't my mirth restrain,
So very brief has been your reign,
Most high and mighty King of Spain.

Don C

No, no, I own my title vain,
And doff my borrowed plumes again,
To cry, aloud, vive King of Spain !
No, no, I am not, &c.

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The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 84

Enter Lazarillo

Enter Lazarillo.