Ler. None to bring good dreams. Let him sleep.
Mig. Lord, a meal a day like this and I could drive the whole French army into the sea! (Rising) Now if these rags could be turned back to their first fortunes, I ’d be Don Miguel de Tejada again! You would n’t think that these tags and tatters had waltzed with the president’s niece at the capital, would you now?
Asef. You must let me mend your clothes as I do Rafael’s.
Mig. Faith, Senora, you would have to begin too many months back. No, I ’ll hang out my banners as a knight of liberty should, and be Don Miguel de Tejada still. Asleep, my Lerdo? A good example, too. (Lies down) Good-night, Senora the Blessed!
Asef. Good-night, Don Miguel de Tejada! (The soldiers sleep. She waits and listens. Runs aside and looks down the valley)
Asef. Rafael! (Steps approach. Enter Rafael)
Raf. (Embracing her) Here ’s Heaven for the weary!
Asef. So tired? And I have nothing for you! (Looks toward soldiers) They were so hungry.
Raf. They’re welcome to it. (Kissing her) Here is my banquet,—my feast of beauty and my wine of love!
(Staggers to a rock and sits feebly)