The Captain, Sergeant, Rebolledo, Chispa, etc., with guitars. At one corner, Mendo in old armour, with Nuño, observing them. It is dark.
Men. (aside to Nuño). You see this?
Nuñ. And hear it.
Men. I am bloodily minded to charge into them at once, and disperse them into chaos; but I will see if she is guilty of answering them by a sign.
Capt. No glance from the window yet!
Reb. Who’d stir for a sentimental love song? Come, Chispa, you can give us one that would make her look out of the grave.
Chis. Here am I on my pedestal. Now for it. (She sings.)
There once was a certain Sampayo
Of Andalusia the fair;