Laz. Most beautiful! most beautiful! Mother—give me the sun!
Dol. Ah!—My God!
Laz. The sun!—the sun!—I want the sun!
Juan. (still on his knees; falls against the sofa: Paca holds him). My boy!
Dol. (embracing Lazarus). My darling!
Car. (wildly embracing her father, who subdues her). Lazarus!—My life!
Berm. For ever!
Laz. Mother—the sun!—the sun!—give me the sun! (He says this like a child, and with the face of an idiot.)
Juan. I also asked for it. Jesus!—my Lazarus, my Lazarus!
Laz. Give me the sun! Mother, mother—the sun! For God’s sake—for God’s sake—for God’s sake, mother—give me the sun!