El Capitan, Act I: “Oh, spare a daughter’s aching heart”

[ISABEL]
Oh, spare a daughter's aching heart
Wounded, sore
Let not my sunny hours depart
For evermore
Bid sorrow lay her heavy load
On me not
And treat this trembling bosom now
Or ere forgot
So much I need a father's care
Few my years
For all the world is but a snare
Fraught with tears
Those cruel looks let maiden woe
Melt away
And bid this trembling bosom know
Hope's brightest ray

[INSURGENTS]
We stand in pitiless array

[ISABEL]
Hope's brightest ray

[DON CAZARRO, spoken]
Young woman, be gone!

[SCARAMBA, spoken]
Don Cazarro, I tell you it's he! The one and only he!

[DON CAZARRO, spoken]
The one and only who?

[SCARAMBA, spoken]
Here he comes. Hurrah for El Capitan!