_Diego._ Better than a blind lion. Signor Velasquez, you knights consider it as one of the duties of your order to revile prudence as cowardice, in the same manner as we who cannot write, call all learned men, in derision, feather heroes. Did not you yourself order me to whistle whenever I should encounter any thing suspicious? _Juan._ Fool! how long has thy master been an object of suspicion to thee? _Diego._ To tell you the truth, Signor Don Juan, some time. Look at him now, how he stands there. (_Pointing to Alonzo, who has resumed his former attitude._) _Juan._ (_Shaking Alonzo_) My dear friend, was the adieu then so very heart-breaking? _Alonzo._ (_Falling on his neck_) Ah, Velasquez, thy admonitions came too late! _Juan._ Oh God!—What!—is she?—— _Alonzo._ She is indeed! _Juan._ Then may we consider our prospect of seeing the kingdom of heaven as no very distant one. _Alonzo._ (_Taking Juan’s hand_) Oh do not forsake me, my friend, my companion, my brother in arms! _Juan._ (_Shaking his hand ardently_) Alonzo, it is not my practice to call to the boy who is struggling in the water, “_You should not have fallen in_:”—I would rather, if it were possible, draw him out. But, by the powers above, I do not know what is to be done here!—Had we a vessel at our command, or could we procure an enchanter’s cloak, which would convey us through the air, then would not I be among the last to recommend flight. But since no such means lie at present within our reach, the course to be pursued is not very obvious. Well, well, Velasquez! arm thyself with courage to meet the worst—wrap thyself up in thy cloak, even to the very teeth, and leave the thunder to rattle, and the lightning to flash quietly around thee. _Alonzo._ (_Wringing his hands_) All is lost! No resource, no way of escape left! _Juan._ Be not so desponding. All is not lost as long as a man retains his senses. Let us depart, eat, drink, and take our rest;—then, by to-morrow, both mind and body will have acquired new strength, and we shall be better able to consider what is to be done. _Diego._ Oh, flower of knighthood! _Alonzo._ Stop! she will return soon; she promised me at the dawn of morning—— _Juan._ So, so!—Well, of all employments under the sun, commend me to that of being confident to a lover! They have no idea that a man can have any human feelings—that he must sleep—— _Diego._ That he must eat—that he must drink— _Alonzo._ Forgive me!