Enter Rebolledo and Chispa.
Reb. (to Chispa). There he is; now if I can get him into a good humour—
Chis. Speak up then, like a man.
Reb. I wish I’d some of your courage; but don’t you leave me while I tackle him. Please your Honour—
Capt. (to Sergeant). I tell you I’ve my eye on Rebolledo to do him a good turn; I like his spirit.
Serg. Ah, he’s one of a thousand.
Reb. (aside). Here’s luck! Please your Honour—
Capt. Oh, Rebolledo—Well, Rebolledo, what is it?
Reb. You may know I am a gentleman who has, by ill luck, lost all his estate; all that ever I had, have, shall have, may have, or can have, through all the conjugation of the verb ‘to have.’ And I want your Honour—
Capt. Well?