Poor fellows, they never hurt me or mine—
Titiri titiri titiri tina’—
1st Sold. Look, look, comrades—what between singing and grumbling we never noticed yonder church among the trees.
Reb. Is that Zalamea?
Chis. Yes, that it is, I know the steeple. Hurrah! we’ll finish the song when we get into quarters, or have another as good; for you know I have ’em of all sorts and sizes.
Reb. Halt a moment, here’s the sergeant.
2nd Sold. And the captain too.
Enter Captain and Sergeant.
Capt. Good news, gentlemen, no more marching for to-day at least; we halt at Zalamea till Don Lope joins with the rest of the regiment from Llerena. So who knows but you may have a several days’ rest here?