Laz. As for my mother, it would not matter. (Smiling.). But, Carmen—let not Carmen see me looking ridiculous. The poor girl who imagines that I am a superior being! Poor child, what a joke! (Stretches himself on the sofa.)
Jav. Good; now don’t speak. I shall not speak either; and try to sleep. With half an hour of sleep everything will pass off.
Laz. Sleep, too, is ridiculous at times. If I am very ridiculous don’t let Carmen see me.
Jav. No; if you don’t look as beautiful as Endymion she shall not enter.
Pause. Javier walks about. Lazarus begins to sleep.
Laz. Javier, Javier.
Jav. What?
Laz. Now I am—almost asleep. How do I look?
Jav. Very poetical.
Laz. Good—thank—you. Very poetical.