- Title Card: A woman can always be expected to do the unexpected -...
- The Prime Minister: Most dreadful news, Sire! A common singing girl is making mock of Your Majesty throughout the streets of Seville!
- The King: Is she pretty?
- Title Card: Through the night, dreams of romance bring comfort.
- Title Card: Red roses, red lips, and songs without end
- Rosita, a Street Singer: The King! I shall pay him with a song that makes his royal ears burn!
- [singing]
- Rosita, a Street Singer: I know a king... I know a king, A royal rake, Who rakes in all, His subjects make!
- Monsignor: The people are giving themselves over to all forms of debauchery! They flaunt their vices in the very market places of our sainted city!
- Majordomo: His Majesty is coming, My Lady, to take his repast with you.
- Rosita, a Street Singer: Set the table for three. Tonight we feast with Death!