General—Thy grandfather! The most gallant gentleman of the Spanish court, who rode into the arena on his own steed, and defied the bull in the name of his lady love. To-day her father prods a sorry hack to its death, and fights ... for a handful of silver!
Rodriguez—She is poor, I grant, but no word of scandal has ever tarnished her name. Why dost thou oppose?
General—Canst thou blot out thy life, and the traditions of thy race? Wilt thou not sicken of this girl's people?
Rodriguez—I marry Lagrimas, not her family.
General—Oh, blindness of youth!
Rodriguez—I have heard thee say Spain must look to the people for her salvation.
General—Spain must look to her soldiers. Infidels are in the realm. Help the King crush them out. Fight, fight and put love aside.
Rodriguez—I may fight, but I will not give up Lagrimas.
General—Thou must decide.
Rodriguez—I have decided.