They are separated by force, and Lazarus is drawn away, and
falls at last on the sofa.
Berm. The last ray of light!
The characters are disposed of in the following manner:—Lazarus
on the sofa to the right, Don Juan, staggering, falls on the
sofa to the left, hiding his face in his hands; as if to help
him, Paca stations herself at his side. Toward the left Timoteo
and Carmen; Javier with Dolores in the centre. Bermudez
stands contemplating Lazarus. A pause. Lazarus is motionless.
Jav. (in a low voice to Bermudez). Is he dead?
Berm. Would to God he were!
Juan. How many mornings have I myself awakened here!
Paca. True!
Juan. Silence!—And my Lazarus is not awaking.
Dol. (to Bermudez). I have nothing left in life but Lazarus. In God’s name, Bermudez, think of that.
Tim. Carmen!