Mos. Oh! oh! you hurt me!
Don C. Enough of this folly. Let us have horses. (Gives money to Mosquito.) It is almost dark; and we are in haste. But tell me, has a band of gipsies passed this way of late?
Mos. Yes; and they are still in the neighborhood.
Don C. And where?
Mos. Across the fields yonder, in the woods near El Pardillo. [Exit.
Don C. Now this is lucky. We’ll turn aside and visit the gipsy camp.
Chis. Are you not afraid of the evil eye? Have you a stag’s horn with you?
Don C. Fear not. We will pass the night at the village.
Chis. And sleep like the squires of Hernan Daza, nine under one blanket.
Don C. I hope we may find the Preciosa among them.