Don Lorenzo. Poor child!—she also is struggling—but she will conquer. She is not my daughter for nothing.
[Utters this proudly. Inés and Edward go up the stage; passing the door of the closet, Inés sees the keepers, and makes a movement of horror.]
Inés. What sinister vision is it that frights my gaze? Those men? Oh, father, do not enter there.
Edward. Come, Inés, come.
Inés. [To her father.] No, no. I beseech you, father.
Don Lorenzo. [Going towards her.] Inés!
Inés. Those men—there—look! [Points to closet. Don Lorenzo stands and follows her eyes. At that moment the keepers, hearing her cry, lift the curtain and show themselves.]
Edward. [Leading Inés away.] At last!
SCENE IX
Don Lorenzo, Braulio and Benito. [Pause.]