Reb. Well, now, look here. We’ve a man in the regiment with a fair voice, and my little Chispa—no one like her for a flash song. Let’s serenade at the girl’s window; she must, in courtesy or curiosity, look out; and then—
Capt. But Don Lope is there, and we mustn’t wake him.
Reb. Don Lope? When does he ever get asleep with that leg of his, poor fellow? Besides, you can mix along with us in disguise, so as at least you won’t come into question.
Capt. Well, there is but this chance, if it be but a faint one; for if we should march to-morrow!—come, let us set about it; it being, as you say, between ourselves that I have any thing to do with it.
[Exeunt Captain and Sergeant.
Enter Chispa.
Chis. He’s got it, at any rate.
Reb. What’s the matter now, Chispa?
Chis. Oh, I mark’d his face for him.
Reb. What, a row?