Enter Manuel Mendez.
Man. ’Twas well, Gil Perez,
You sent so quickly, or my impetuosity
Had overrun your leave.
Gil. What, Manuel Mendez!
Come to my arms. What! you in Salvatierra?
Man. And, I assure you, at no small expense
Of risk and heart-ache.
Gil. That’s unwelcome news.
Man. Not when ’tis all forgotten in the joy