The Woman. Yes. He laughs at all we say.
Farez. At all of your stupidities! (All protest)
Enrique. Come forward. Pay no attention to them. What is your name?
Farez. Farez.
Enrique. A Moor?
The Goatherd. (Maliciously) But converted.
Enrique. What is your trade?
Farez. Muleteer.
Enrique. Then, according to your opinion, these people are wrong?
Farez. This is all idle talk, my lord—the ravings of old women. (Cries from the peasants, whom Ramiro silences.)