Don _Guz._ You have been drinking, you Rascal, you are drunk. _Gal._ I have been drinking, Sir, 'tis true, but I am not drunk. Every Man that is drunk, has been drinking, confess'd. But every Man that has been drinking, is not drunk.----Confess that too. Don _Guz._ Who is't has put you in this Condition, you Sot? _Galin._ A very honest Fellow: Madam _Leonora_'s Coachman, nobody else. I have been making a little debauch with Madam _Leonora_'s Coachman; yes. Don _Guz._ How came you to drink with him, Beast? _Gal._ Only _per_ Complaisance, Sir. The Coachman was to be drunk upon Madam's Wedding; and I being a Friend, was desired to take Part. Don _Guz._ And so, you Villain, you can make yourself merry, with what renders me miserable. _Galin._ No, Sir, no; 'twas the Coachman was merry; I drank with Tears in my Eyes. The remembrance of your Misfortunes made me so sad, so sad, that every Cup I swallow'd was like a Cup of Poison to me. Don _Guz._ Without doubt. _Galin._ Yes; and to mortify myself upon melancholy Matters, I believe I took down fifty; yes. Don _Guz._ Go fetch some Lights, you drunken Sot, you. _Galin._ I will, if I can find the [_Feeling for the Door and running against it._] Door, that's so say----The Devil's in the Door; I think 'tis grown too little for me----Shrunk this wet Weather, I presume. [_Ex. ~Galin~._ _Don ~Guzman~ alone._ Absence, the old Remedy for Love, must e'en be mine: to stay and brave the Danger, were Presumption: Farewel _Valencia_, then, and farewel, _Leonora_. And if thou can'st, my Heart, redeem thy Liberty, secure it by a Farewel eternal to her Sex. _Re-enter ~Galindo~ with a Candle, he falls, and puts it out._ _Galin._ Here's light, Sir----So,---- Don _Guz._ Well done. You sottish [_Passing angrily into another Chamber._] Rascal, come no more in my Sight. [_Ex. Don ~Guz~._ _Galin._ These Boards are so uneven----You shall see now I shall neither find [_Rising and feeling about for the Candle._] the Candle----nor the Candlestick; It shan't be for want of searching, however. ----O ho, have I got you? Enough, I'll look for your Companion to-morrow. _Enter Don ~Pedro~ and Don ~John~._ Don _Ped._ Where are we now? Don _John._ We are in the Apartment I told you of----Softly----I hear something stir----Ten to one but 'tis he. _Galin._ Don't I hear, somewhat?----No----when one has Wine in one's Head, one has such a bustle in one's Ears. Don _Pedro._ [_To Don ~John~._] Who is that is talking to himself? Don _John._ 'Tis his Servant, I know his Voice, keep still. _Galin._ Well; since my Master has banished me his Sight, I'll redeem by my Obedience, what I have lost by my Debauch. I'll go sleep twelve Hours in some melancholy Hole where the Devil Shan't find me; yes.