Car. It is useless, father. I shall not leave him.
Berm. Silence—silence! The day breaks—the sun begins to rise—Lazarus seems to be returning to himself. He lifts his gaze—he fixes it on the light which springs forth. Let us listen—let us listen!—This is decisive!
Juan. To hear what he will say? Will he call upon me?
Dol. It is on me that he will call.
Car. He will not call on me!
Laz. (with his face towards the rising sun). Mother!
Dol. (running to him and embracing him.) Lazarus!
Laz. (pointing to the sun). How beautiful!
Juan (falling on his knees by the sofa and raising his arms: Paca holds him). Lord! Lord!
Dol. Lazarus!