Dr. Tomás. One more effort—the last. [They help her to the sofa, where she sits down. The rest stand round her.]
Juana. I should like to kiss her. [Points to Inés, who comes nearer. Juana takes her hand and draws her to her.] No, your hand is warm and my breath is ice. I may not kiss you! It would be to give you the kiss of death. [Pushes her gently away and lets her hand fall.] Not with the lips, but in thought do I kiss you.
Dr. Tomás. [To Edward and Inés.] Come away. The poor woman wants to be alone with him. [To Juana.] Till later, and courage. Your pains are over.
Juana. Yes, those of this world.
Inés. Poor woman! [Stands and looks at her.]
Edward. Come, my darling.
[Exeunt Dr. Tomás, Inés, and Edward, R.]
SCENE VII
Don Lorenzo and Juana.
Juana. [After a pause.] Have they already gone?