Capt. That a country wench should stand upon her virtue as if she were a lady!
Serg. This sort of girls, captain, don’t understand gentlemen’s ways. If a strapping lout in their own line of life courted them in their own way, they’d hear and answer quick enough. Besides, you really expect too much, that a decent woman should listen after one day’s courtship to a lover who is perhaps to leave her to-morrow.
Capt. And to-day’s sun setting!
Serg. Your own love too, but from one glance—
Capt. Is not one spark enough for gunpowder?
Serg. You too, who would have it no country girl could be worth a day’s courtship!
Capt. Alas, ’twas that was my ruin—running unawares upon a rock. I thought only to see a splay-footed gawky, and found a goddess. Ah, Rebolledo, could you but get me one more sight of her!
Reb. Well, captain, you have done me one good turn, and though you had like to run me into danger, I don’t mind venturing again for you.
Capt. But how? how?