Faustine You are sublime, sweet angel. (Aside) And thus at last deliverance comes to me!
Fontanares Stay, Marie! I would choose the struggle and all its perils, I would choose death itself, rather than the loss of you from such a cause.
Marie Rather than glory? (To the viceroy) My lord, you will cause my gems to be restored to Quinola. I return to my convent with a happy mind; either I am his, or I must live for God alone.
Lothundiaz
I believe he is a sorcerer.
Quinola
This young maiden restores to me my love for womankind.
Faustine (to Sarpi, the viceroy and Avaloros)
Can we not conquer him, in spite of all?
Avaloros
I shall try it.
Sarpi (to Faustine) All is not lost. (To Lothundiaz) Take your daughter home; she will soon be obedient to you.
Lothundiaz
God grant it! Come my daughter. (Exeunt.)