Capt. Good news, men, no more marching for to-day at least; we halt at Zalamea till Don Lope joins with the rest of the regiment from Llerena. So who knows but you may have a several days’ rest here?
Reb. and Solds. Hurrah for our captain!
Capt. Your quarters are ready, and the Commissary will give every one his billet on marching in.
Chis. (singing). Now then for
“Titiri tiri, hither, my deary,
Heat the oven and kill the old hen.”
[Exit with Soldiers.
Capt. Well, Mr. Sergeant, have you my billet?
Serg. Yes, sir.
Capt. And where am I to be put up?