Laz. (fiercely). I have said no! Do you take a delight in tormenting me?
Juan (falling on his knees at the feet of his son). Lazarus, for the love of God let this woman go away.
Laz. Poor man! Ah! those white hairs. (Fondling them.) And he is weeping. Poor dear father! Well! you now see how grieved he is. Go away, woman, go away—since it must be so.
Paca withdraws.
Juan. Oh—my Lazarus—my happiness—my chastisement!
Laz. I don’t want to chastise you; I don’t want to chastise anybody. What I desire is that we should all be merry. Come, woman, you now see that nobody wants you; go away. Have you not heard?
Paca. First of all, I have to tell what those people (pointing to the cabinet) are saying; you ordered me.
Laz. (in astonishment). I?
Juan (rises). What do they say?
They all surround Paca.