Laz. Yes, I insist on it—you and I.
Juan. Good God! No.
Laz. Why not? Ah, you egoist, that have your own enjoyment and don’t wish others to enjoy themselves. Well, I too wish to enjoy myself. My life is drawing to a close, and I must take advantage of that! Drink, Tarifeña, drink, and laugh, and dance, and twirl about. And tell me of your merry, youthful days—something that will cheer me, something to fire my blood, which I now feel turning cold. Laughter, orgies, dances, loves—something that may shake my nerves, which I now feel to be growing torpid. Come, Tarifeña, give me life, for I am young, and I wish to live.
Juan. No more, no more—I cannot see this. I cannot hear this.
Dol. Oh, God!
Juan (rushes away from the others and approaches Paca, seizing her by an arm). Go!
Laz. (holding her also). She shall not go.
Juan. I command it.
Laz. And I also.
Juan (to Paca). By the salvation of my soul, if you don’t go, I shall throw you from that balcony into the river. Look, you don’t know yet what I am. Quick!