Todavía!
Sister Assumcion enters as he sings and walks hurriedly towards the wall.
Sister Assumcion (sings):
Gracia plena, sin mancilla,
Abogada,
Por la tu merced, Señora,
Faz esta maravilla
Señalada.
Don Manuel de Lara (quickly and tonelessly, as if repeating a lesson): Oh, disembodied voice! Like the cuckoo’s, you tell of enamelled meads watered by fertile streams and of a myriad small hidden beauties that in woods and mountains the spring keeps sheltered from men’s eyes.
Sister Assumcion (laughing softly): Sir knight, howbeit I have never till this moment heard your voice, yet I can tell ’tis not an instrument tuned to these words.