Don Lorenzo. Yes, I'll go.
Juana. Don't leave me, for Christ's sake. By all that is most sacred to you I implore you to stay. [Aside.] If he only knew.
Dr. Tomás. Are you coming?
Don Lorenzo. Yes,—yes; but don't worry me. I've told you before, I'll go.
Juana. Do not leave me. I will tell you everything, everything. I will give you that paper—which your mother wrote twenty years ago—her letter—her signature—you will see. But only don't leave me yet.
Dr. Tomás. [Angrily.] Come, Lorenzo.
Don Lorenzo. I said I would go—but afterwards. I know when I ought to go. Now leave us. [To Juana.] Give me the paper.
Juana. As soon as that man goes away.
Don Lorenzo. [Violently.] Will you go!
Dr. Tomás. But the duchess——