Men. Not while a drop of blood is in my body.
Robbers. Here’s at you then!
Viol. My father!
(As the Robbers attack Mendo, enter Don Lope.)
Lope. How now? whom have you here?
Vic. Oh, noble captain,
We found this lady resting from the sun
Under the trees, with a small retinue,
Who of course fled.
All but this ancient gentleman, who still