Edward. For what?
Inés. I don't know. I have done nothing wrong. My father! My poor father!
Edward. You angel of my life, my heart's desire, be calm, be calm. I beg of you to spare yourself.
Inés. Whisper, Edward. I could almost wish I were dead.
SCENE VIII
Don Lorenzo, Inés, and Edward. Don Lorenzo enters C.,
and stands listening to Inés.
Don Lorenzo. [Aside.] Dead, she said?
Edward. You dead! No, Inés, don't say such a thing.
Inés. Why not? If I do not die of sorrow—should fortune ever again smile upon me, then must I die of remorse.