Gipsies at the forge sing.
At midnight, when the moon began
To show her silver flame,
There came to him no gipsy man,
The gipsy lassie came.
(Enter Beltran Cruzado.)
Cruz. Come hither, Murcigalleros and Rostilleros; leave work, leave play; listen to your orders for the night. (Speaking to the right.) You will get you to the village, mark you, by the Cross of Espalmado.
Gip. Aye!
Cruz. (to the left.) And you, by the pole with the hermit’s head upon it.
Gip. Aye!