Shot within. Then enter Don Mendo and Violante pursued by Robbers, among whom is Vicente.
Men. Villains, let steel or bullet do their worst,
I’ll die ere yield.
Viol. Heaven help us!
Robber I. Fool, to strive
Against such odds—upon their own ground too,
Red with the blood of hundreds like yourselves.
Vic. Come, sir, no more ado;
But quietly give my young madam up,
Nice picking for our captain.