Money or a city, a city or money! The demand is just, and if you elect me, I will stand by it, and not shrink if it rouses murmuring behind me or against me.

Whoever has a brave heart under his armor, let him follow me; whoever wishes to creep after Zorrillo, can do so.

Elect me, friends, and I will get you more than we need, with honor and fame to boot.

Saint Jacob and the Madonna will aid us.

Long live the king!" "Long live the king! Long live Navarrete! Navarrete! Hurrah for Navarrete!" echoed loudly, impetuously from a thousand bearded lips.
Zorrillo had no opportunity to speak again.