Lagrimas—Do not take me at all, Don Rodriguez.
(They sit silently a moment, Rodriguez in despair. At last Lagrimas peeps provokingly at him.)
Lagrimas—There is a caballero wooing his inamorata. Listen to the guitar. Music is very soothing in the cool of the evening. How rich and soft his voice is! I would find it hard to flout such a seductive lover. Dost thou not hear him?
Rodriguez—No!
Lagrimas—I can hear him plainly. What has stopped thine ears?
Rodriguez—The beating of my heart.
Lagrimas—A soldier's heart should not beat so loudly.
Rodriguez—Mine does.
Lagrimas—Poor soldier!
Rodriguez—I'll not have thy scorn.... When I'm killed by the Moriscoes, thou mayest repent thy coldness.