Duchess. It is not, indeed.
Edward. What an odd and extravagant fellow he is!
Duchess. For my part, I really thought he had gone mad.
Edward. Depend upon it, he is not far off. All these men of learning end that way. Both Dr. Tomás and Ángela admit that he doesn't reason like other men.
SCENE III
The Duchess, Edward, and Doña Ángela.
Doña Ángela. For pity's sake, madam, do not leave us yet. Inés wishes to see you. She calls upon your name through heart-breaking sobs, for you are her sole consolation.
Duchess. Poor child!
Doña Ángela. She will not remain in bed, though we begged her to do so, and her nervous agitation is such that she fills us with terror. If strength had not failed her, she would have come to look for you. In kindness, duchess, do go to my stricken girl, and console her, you who are so affectionate a mother. 'Tis a most afflicted mother that implores you.
Edward. And you will tell her that there is still hope, that all depends upon Don Lorenzo—won't you?