Your blood, Gil Perez, running in my veins,
And something of your spirit in my heart,
Am at your side.
Jua. And I, who, like a coward,
Chime in at last; yet, if with little power,
With right good will indeed.
Gil. Well spoken both!
But I maintain it as a golden law,
Women be women ever; keep you quiet,
And comforting yourselves as best you may,