Pepito. [Doubting.] Sir——
Severo. [To Pepito.] Such are my orders. Do you doubt my word?
Ernest. Pity.
D. Severo. [Pointing to the death-chamber.] Yes, such pity as she showed him.
Ernest. Fire races through my veins. I will leave Spain, sir.
D. Severo. It makes no difference.
Ernest. She will die.
D. Severo. Life is short.
Ernest. For the last time——
D. Severo. No more. [To his son.] Ring.