Dolores. Yes, Father? (Sees Robledo.) Oh, it's you.
Robledo. (Pause—cross toward her) Well, well! Can't you say you're glad to see me?
Dolores. I can, but I won't. Where's my father?
Robledo. Never mind your father. I want to talk to you.
Dolores. You do? Well, you won't in that tone. (Start to cross left.)
Robledo. (Intercepting her c.) I won't hey?—And why not? You little spit-fire!
Dolores. What do you want to say to me?
Robledo. You little devil! (She starts away; he grasps her wrist.) Come here! (Throws her quickly and easily around stage l., still holding her wrist.) Say, what's come over you these days? You are about as fond of me and as sweet tempered as a tigress. What have I done?
Dolores. It is what you have not done, Don Robledo. For fifteen days your Prince has been in need of you and you have not had the courage to go to him. (Enter Maximo door r. and beckons Gaspar and Villagers up.) Let go my wrist! (Struggling. Maximo, Gaspar and Villagers watch end of scene.) Let go my wrist!
Robledo. Wait a minute! Wait a minute! You can't get away. Do not try. (She strikes him, frees herself and crosses l. to window.) You little cat, I'll trim those claws! (Villagers laugh. Maximo nudges Gaspar.)