Don Manuel de Lara: And yours to me.
Sister Assumcion: And yet, your voice ... by Our Lady, you are an ominous, louring man. And this strange tale of the trovar ... why am I to credit it?
Don Manuel de Lara: Here is the key.
Sister Assumcion: And where is he?
Don Manuel de Lara: That I cannot say.
Sister Assumcion: Did he look sick?
Don Manuel de Lara: No, in the very bloom of health.
Sister Assumcion: And he was standing under a shrine laughing, and you approached, and he said, “Tell her the dead grudge us our joys”.... Pooh! It rings like a foolish ballad.
Don Manuel de Lara: It is true nevertheless.
Sister Assumcion: And how came you by the key?