ROL.—I do entreat you, but for one moment.
SEN.—You entreat in vain—my orders are most strict.
ROL.—Look on this wedge of massive gold—look on these precious gems. In thy own land they will be wealth for thee and thine—beyond thy hope or wish. Take them—they are thine. Let me but pass one minute with Alonzo.
SEN.—Away!—wouldst thou corrupt me? Me! an old Castilian! I know my duty better.
ROL.—Soldier!—hast thou a wife?
SEN.—I have.
ROL.—Hast thou children?
SEN.—Four—honest, lovely boys.
ROL.—Where didst thou leave them?
SEN.—In my native village; even in the cot where myself was born.