Man. No doubt a troop
Recruiting for this war.
Ped. See, they are coming.
Man. I’ll take occasion by the forelock then.
Pedro, go, tell the Ensign of the troop
Two men would join his ranks. I’ll to Juana.
[Exit.
Enter Gil Perez with soldiers.
Ped. This one looks affable. Pray, sir, can you courteously inform me which is the Ensign?
Soldier. There—he with the red sash.