Enter Rebolledo.
Reb. Sanctuary! Sanctuary!
Isab. Who are you, sir?
Enter Captain.
Capt. Where is the rascal?
Isab. A moment, sir! This poor man has flown to our feet for protection; I appeal to you for it; and no man, and least of all an officer, will refuse that to any woman.
Capt. I swear no other arm than that of beauty, and beauty such as yours, could have withheld me. (To Rebolledo.) You may thank the deity that has saved you, rascal.
Isab. And I thank you, sir.
Capt. And yet ungratefully slay me with your eyes in return for sparing him with my sword.