Pedro—Why must thou shame me before the General?
Feliciana—(Fumbling in Pedro's coat and bringing forth a veil.) There, put it on.
General—Why art thou veiled, Pedro?
Pedro—I never meant to wear it. It is a whim of hers because I spoke against her dancing.
Feliciana—Thou must learn not to break hearts. Handsome men are dangerous to be adventuring through the land in these days. It were better to veil them all, than have maidens' hopes go smashing.
General—Who will succumb to Pedro?
Feliciana—There are women among the Moorish prisoners. Pedro will flaunt his tempting face before them every day. It were sinful if they should love a Christian, and die of hopeless affection.
Pedro—(Contemptuously.) Moriscoes!
Feliciana—In the city, Señora Jacinta is pining for him already, and Lagrimas, the bull-fighter's daughter, will singe her wings on the altar of his beauty.
General—(Aside.) Lagrimas!