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Holy Mother of God! Its Tenorio and Mejía. it's certain they'll both reappear to pick up where they left off. Ah yes, and that man there seems to know all about it. (A noise off stage.) But what's this? (He goes to the door) The stranger, fighting in the square! Good Lord, what a rumpus! How the crowd mills round! Look at him hold the ground alone.! My God! What a fuss! How they run like hell! There's no doubt they are in Castilla, both of them, now poor Sevilla is turned upside down. Miguel!