Feliciana—Foolishness is wonderful.
Pedro—Well, they are not so bewitching as I have said. I have praised them in moments of weakness, but they are only so-so.
Feliciana—Don Rodriguez, I appeal to thee! Thou givest many an admiring glance when I dance the zambra in the orange grove. Thine eyes betray thee, now say, are they but so-so? (Raises skirt.)
Rodriguez—I—well—that is—
Lagrimas—Why dost thou not answer? Feliciana's feet are small, but not invisible. Look at them, and pronounce judgment.
Rodriguez—I grieve for thee, Pedro. They will often dance on thy heart, I fear, but in all truth and honesty, they are not so-so.
Feliciana—Brave Don Rodriguez! I shall dance for thee to pay for thy gallant approval.
(Feliciana dances with castanets, while the others keep time with hands. Before the dance has finished, General Don Fernando comes upon the scene, and surveys it with much displeasure.)
General—Is it in this fashion the soldiers of Philip protect their country?
Pedro—One must relax sometime, General.