Dol. What does it matter to you—my forgiveness?
Juan. It matters to us both. If you don’t pardon me, and at the same time God purposes to chastise me, and chastises me in my Lazarus—“He might have been a genius, here you have in him an idiot.” These things are very serious. Come come, don’t say that.
Dol. What things you do say! You, too, talk at random. No matter—under such circumstances. I pardon you with all my heart.
Juan. Thank you, Dolores. Thus we are more secure.
Dol. (clinging to him). But help me to save Lazarus.
Juan. With my whole soul. Though I had to give up for him all the life that remains to me.
Dol. Give your life! Ha! what life have you? All the life that God first granted you, you should give him.
Juan. Dolores!
Dol. Ah! it’s true. I had pardoned you. I shall not recall my word. But what are we to do?
Juan. Take him to Madrid, that the best known physicians may see him.