Re-enter Mendo, and Nuño wounded.
Men. ’Tis only a scratch.
Nuñ. A scratch? Well, I could well have spared that.
Men. Ah, what is it compared to the wound in my heart!
Nuñ. I would gladly exchange for all that.
Men. Well, he did lay upon your head handsomely, didn’t he?
Nuñ. Ah, and on my tail too; while you, under that great shield of yours,—
(Drum.)
Men. Hark! what’s that?
Nuñ. The soldiers’ reveille. I heard say they were to leave Zalamea to-day.