_Chispa._--Pray, art thou related to the bagpiper of Bujalance, who asked a maravedi for playing, and ten for leaving off? _1st Mus._--No, your honour. _Chispa._--I am glad of it. What other instruments have we? _2d and 3d Mus._--We play the bandurria. _Chispa._--A pleasing instrument. And thou? _4th 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? _Other Mus._--We are the singers, please your honour. _Chispa._--You are too many. Do you think we are going to sing mass in the cathedral of Cordova? _Four men can make little use of one shoe, and I see not how you can all sing in one song._ But follow me along the garden-wall. That is the way my master climbs to the lady's window. It is by the vicar's skirts the devil climbs into the belfry. Come, follow me, and make no noise. [_Exeunt._" Chispa is travelling with his master, Victorian. When they come to an inn, the latter regales himself with a walk in the moonlight, meditating on his mistress. Not so Chispa. "_Chispa._--Hola! ancient Baltasar! Bring a light and let me have supper. _Bal._--Where is your master? _Chispa._--Do not trouble yourself about him. We have stopped a moment to breathe our horses; and if he chooses to walk up and down in the open air, looking into the sky _as one who hears it rain_, that does not satisfy my hunger, you know. But be quick, for I am in a hurry, and every one stretches his legs according to the length of his coverlet. What have we here? _Bal._ (_setting a light on the table._)--Stewed rabbit. _Chispa_ (_eating._)--Conscience of Portalegre! Stewed kitten, you mean! _Bal._--And a pitcher of Pedro Ximenes with a roasted pear in it. _Chispa_ (_drinking._)--Ancient Baltasar amigo! You know how to cry wine and sell vinegar.--Moreover, your supper is like the hidalgo's dinner, _very little meat, and a great deal of table-cloth_. _Bal._--Ha! ha! ha! _Chispa._--And more noise than nuts. _Bal._--Ha! ha! ha! You must have your jest, Master Chispa. But shall not I ask Don Victorian in to take a draught of the Pedro Ximenes? _Chispa._--No; you might as well say, 'Don't you want some?' to a dead man. _Bal._--Why does he go so often to Madrid? _Chispa._--For the same reason that he eats no supper. He is in love. Were you ever in love, Baltasar? _Bal._--I was never out of it, good Chispa. _Chispa._--What! you on fire too, old haystack? Why, we shall never be able to put you out. _Vict._ (_without._)--Chispa! _Chispa._--Go to bed--the cocks are crowing."