417 Inez. "My dearest child, Your loving father, Silvio." Dearest aunt, Lady Ab. Dearest child! Inez. And Pedro? Lady Ab. 418 Enter Pedro. Pedro Ped. Gracious Donna Inez, I kiss your hands. Inez. Ah, good Pedro, sure thou scarce knowest me; These many years have wrought a change in us. How leftest thou my father? Well, I hope; And nurse Rodriguez, she, I hope, is well. Ped. Excellent well, most gracious lady, both. Inez. I'm glad of 't. And thou thyself, good Pedro? Ped. I thank the Lord, good lady, I'm not worse— I'm getting old. Lady Ab. That is the fate of all; We cannot aye be young. Ped. True, good lady. Inez. And now, Pedro, do thou wait here until I shall return. I'll try not to be long; I've my baggage yet to pack, and to say Some words in private to our Lady Abbess. [Exeunt Inez and Lady Abbess. Ped. Why, how the little wench has grown, i' faith! But I'd have known her anywhere, I would, So strong is the resemblance to her mother— Her voice, her very manner too's the same As Lady Dorothy's when first I knew her. Ah, those were merry days. Would I could live Them o'er again. Let me see. What was it The gipsy beldam told me by the road? Ha! I remember. When about half-way 419Between the castle and St. Ursula, While jogging through a bleak and bare ravine Upon my mule, and leading
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