Lagrimas—Little soldier, thou wast to conquer the Moriscoes; and capture Hafiz, the enemy of King Philip.
Rodriguez—I shall conquer nothing. Deeds of valor are possible only because a lady smiled.
Lagrimas—I smile always when with thee.
Rodriguez—Have thy jest. Broken lives mean nothing to a coquette.
Lagrimas—Timid lovers mean less.... Why rail against fate?
(Pedro and Feliciana enter with a rush.)
Feliciana—Dance! Dance! I will dance whenever I please.
Pedro—And have the commonest fellow in the ranks praise thine alluring ankles and twinkling feet. Hast thou no modesty?
Feliciana—If my ankles were thick, and my feet clumsy, I'd be modest as a nun, and keep them chastely for thine eyes alone. Why should I hide them when they are beautiful?
Pedro—They tempt men to foolishness.