Pedro—The woman's boy who flung himself over the wall. He must have been killed. It is a miracle.
General—Hold him! (To Lagrimas.) Thou, what art thou doing here?
Lagrimas—I came to help the boy. I saw him struggling up the face of the wall. He is hurt, let me care for him.
General—(Sternly.) He is a prisoner.
Lagrimas—Surely thou dost not fight against children, as well as women? Let me care for him.
General—Lieutenant Don Rodriguez, wilt thou explain that our King deems it a crime against holy church to aid or shelter the infidels?
Rodriguez—My word will have little weight.
General—Love should make thy tongue eloquent.
Rodriguez—(To Lagrimas.) Do not bother with the child, let Pedro take him.
Lagrimas—(Bitterly.) Has success withered thy brave heart, soldier?