Coq. You're not afraid of me. You look at me,
And turned from him. That's honey on his curse!
Fam. He curses you? And you do all for him!
All that he asks you,—things he dares not do
With his own hand.
Coq. You care for that?
Fam. You risk
Your soul, perhaps,——
Coq. 'Tis certain. Pray for me,
Chiquita.
Fam. When?
Coq. To-morrow I must leave
The Gringo in the marshes.
Fam. Oh, 'twas that!
And paid with curses——
Lis. [Calls, as a new batch of men come in]
Come, Famette! Here's work!
Fam. We'll talk again. [Hurries to Lissa]