I want nothing from you or yours: I come to help, not to ask.

Mary, why is it you have made me love you so, when I hate yonder dark-eyed girl?
But I am losing time.

I come to warn you of danger, and even now I am watched; but no matter, listen to what I have to say.

The Padre hates you, even as--as I hate him, and has sworn your ruin.

I tell you now you must fly from San Antonio, and fly quickly, for danger is at hand.