General—I speak to Lieutenant don Rodriguez de Lerma.
Rodriguez—Thy son.
General—(Slowly.) I have no son!
(CURTAIN)
Later in the Same Day
(Lagrimas is discovered leaning far over the wall.)
Lagrimas—Brave little lad, brave little lad, the limb of the tree will hold thee, and then my hand. Come, steady, steady....
Tarik—My arm!
Lagrimas—Did I hurt? Steady, little lad. (Tarik climbs over the wall.) Brave little lad—
Lagrimas and Tarik—(Together.) Thou art an infidel!