Laz. You little fool, no. If I sleep it must be in the arms of my mother. That’s what mothers are for. When I awake I shall call you.
Car. Lazarus!
Laz. Call her! Don’t I tell you to call her? Obey, you selfish girl. Don’t you wish that I should have rest neither?
Car. Yes. I’ll call her. (Walking to the door.) My God!
Laz. Are you going or not? Or must I go myself?
Car. No; wait; it is that I am not able. (Standing at the door.) Dolores! Don Juan!
Laz. I said my mother—I only want one person; one.
Car. Well, I was that one.
Laz. No, she—I can’t say to you—Mother!
Car. (calling). Dolores!