Aur. If it be he! that is to say his spectre, that is to say his phantom, that is to say his idea, that is to say, he, and not he.
Cam. [Crying out.] Ah, madam, 'tis he himself; but he's as big again as he used to be, with eyes like saucers. I'll save myself.
[Runs under the table.
Enter Don Melchor: They both shriek.
Aur. Oh heaven! humanity is not able to support it.
[Running.
Mel. Dear Aurelia, what mean you?
Aur. The tempter has imitated his voice too; avoid, avoid, spectre.
Cam. If he should find me under the table now!
Mel. Is it thus, my dear, that you treat your servant?
Aur. I am not thy dear; I renounce thee, spirit of darkness!
Mel. This spirit of darkness is come to see an angel of light by her command; and to assure her of his constancy, that he will be her's eternally.