General—To-day is too late. Thou hast not my permission to marry.
Rodriguez—I am old enough to know when, and whom I shall marry.
General—And if the door of my home is closed to thee?
Rodriguez—If Lagrimas will marry me, I shall make a home of my own.
General—Fool! If she will marry thee? Dost think she will allow thee to slip through her fingers?
Lagrimas—I shall marry no son of thine, General Don Fernando de Lerma.
(Exit Lagrimas.)
Rodriguez—Lagrimas!
General—The daughter of a bull-fighter!
Rodriguez—My grandfather fought the bulls.