Juan (aside). God assist me!
Nem. Ah—ha!
Jav. (to Nemesio). We are having a wedding.
Tim. Silence!—Are we ready? All attention—and every solemnity—for I am going to begin. Ah! you, Javier, being the youngest man here, shall go out in haste at the fitting moment to find Lazarus—“Lazarus! Lazarus!” You understand?—So, so—all very quiet: hanging on my lips. (A pause.) Señor Don Juan Mejia—(with comic solemnity.) My dear sir?—The devil, I seem as if I were going to write a letter!—Juanito, you asked me for the hand of Carmen for Lazarus: I have consulted the girl, she is dying about the boy, and now I bring the girl to the boy. And I say before all—Let them be married—the devil—let them be married!—(with great energy.)—The programme in these cases—gentlemen, the programme.—The blushing, the weeping, the smiling, the embracing!
(All spontaneously go through the instructions. Carmen and
Dolores embrace, and Dolores weeps passionately. Nemesio and
Javier laugh while pointing out the groups. Timoteo and Nemesio
likewise embrace. Then Timoteo, as if recollecting himself,
continues—)
Javier—go and look for Lazarus—Away, the situation is falling flat!
Jav. I am off—I am off! Lazarus! Lazarus! [Exit.
Car. Mother!
Dol. My own daughter—my own daughter! (Aside.) My God! My God!
Tim. (to Don Juan). And you say nothing?