Reb. I only say they are at the door.
Capt. All the better. It will be their duty to prevent any riot the people might make if they knew of our being here.
Reb. They know, and are humming about it through the town.
Capt. I thought so. The magistrates must interfere, and then refer the cause to a court martial, where, though the affair is awkward, I shall manage to come off.
Cres. (within). Shut the doors; any soldier trying to pass, cut him down!
Enter Crespo, with the wand of office in his hand, Constables, Notary, etc.
Capt. Who is it dares give such an order?
Cres. And why not?
Capt. Crespo! Well, sir. The stick you are so proud of has no jurisdiction over a soldier.
Cres. For the love of Heaven don’t discompose yourself, captain; I am only come to have a few words with you, and, if you please, alone.