General—If thou goest from me to-day, thou goest forever.
Rodriguez—I am a man.
General—When thou tirest of her, do not beat on my door. Lock thy bitterness in thine own breast, for mine will none of thee. (Exit.)
(Rodriguez walks up and down.)
Rodriguez—He is hard, he is unjust. But I have defied him ... I have defied him.
(Lagrimas enters and goes to the bench against the wall.)
Lagrimas—I left my fan.
Rodriguez—Thy fan?
Lagrimas—It is enough, Don Rodriguez. (Starts to go.)
Rodriguez—Hast found it?