Don Salomon: No.
Trotaconventos: You are certain, Don Salomon?
Don Salomon: Yes.
Trotaconventos: But ... surely ... the Table of Spain, Don Pedro’s carbuncle ... I verily believe Doña Maria could get me it for a night ... ’tis the most potent stone in the world.
Don Salomon: Dame, you have ever liked plain speaking. Neither in the belly of the stag, nor in the womb of the earth, nor in God’s throne, is there a precious stone that can decrease that swelling.
Trotaconventos: Can one live long with it?
Don Salomon: No.
Trotaconventos: How long?
Don Salomon: I cannot say to a day.
Trotaconventos sinks wearily down into a chair. Don Salomon gazes at her in silence for a time, then comes up and lays his hand on her shoulder.