Faustine
Ah!
Fontanares With crossed arms I will await the day of my arrest. At the same stroke the soul of Marie and my soul shall rise to heaven.
Faustine (flinging herself at the feet of Fontanares) O Alfonso! Here, at your feet, I will remain till you have promised me—
Fontanares
Leave me, shameless courtesan! (He spurns her.)
Faustine You have spoken this openly and in public; but remember, men oftentimes insult that which they are destined eventually to adore.
SCENE SEVENTEENTH
The same persons and Don Fregose.
Don Fregose Silence! Wretched journeyman! I refrain from transfixing your heart with my sword, only because I intend you to pay more dearly for this insult.
Faustine Don Fregose! I love this man; whether he makes of me his slave or his wife, my love shall be the aegis of his life.
Fontanares Am I to be the victim of fresh persecutions, my lord? I am overwhelmed with joy. Deal me a thousand blows; they will be multiplied a thousand fold, she says, in her heart. I am ready!