Juanito: But we have none to sing the last copla for us that we may spring up again. Dear Sister Pilar, couldn’t you once?
She smilingly shakes her head.
Dennys: Come, daughter, be merciful.
Her expression hardens and she again shakes her head. In the meantime, Sister Assumcion has come up unobserved, and suddenly in a clear, ringing voice, she begins to sing:
Into the earth, priest, lower the bier,
The glory of Seville is withered and sere
(Weep, doñas, weep.)
But Don Juan Tenorio
(Carol the gloria.)