ACT I
Scene I.—Country near Zalamea.
Enter Rebolledo, Chispa, and Soldiers.
Reb. Confound, say I, these forced marches from place to place, without halt or bait; what say you, friends?
All. Amen!
Reb. To be trailed over the country like a pack of gipsies, after a little scrap of flag upon a pole, eh?
1st Soldier. Rebolledo’s off!
Reb. And that infernal drum which has at last been good enough to stop a moment stunning us.
2nd Sold. Come, come, Rebolledo, don’t storm: we shall soon be at Zalamea.