Sancho Panza in His Island: Comic Opera in One Act

Lackey.

Farmer.

Procurator.

Blacksmith.

Barber.

Caterer.

Of My Lord
The Governor.

I do not know who to listen to.

Answer them,
My Lord.

Be quiet, all of you.

Listen to us,
We have recourse to you.

I do not know who to listen to.
What do these fools want from me?
THE CHOIR, each pulls out a large paper;
My Lord, these are our petitions.

I do not know who to listen to.
I am going to have them all hanged.
Be quiet, or I am leaving.

Here I have become deaf, let someone drive these rascals away for me, yes indeed, if you play the sheep, the wolf eats you; but wit against wit is not a lining, I see well that a reform is needed here.
TORILLOS, who had gone out for a moment, returns.
My Lord, a young inhabitant of the Island asks....