He
Here she is!
[Zinida walks in, alone. She looks like a drunken bacchante, or like a mad woman. Her hair falls over her shoulders dishevelled, one shoulder is uncovered. She walks unseeing, though her eyes glow. She is like the living statue of a mad Victory. Behind her comes an actor, very pale, then two clowns, and a little later Consuelo and Bezano. All look at Zinida fearfully, as if they were afraid of a touch of her hand, or her great eyes.]
Briquet
[Shouting]: You are crazy—you're a mad woman!
Zinida
I? No. Did you see? Did you see? Well? [She stands smiling, with the expression of a mad Victory.]
Tilly
[Plaintively]: Cut it out, Zinida. Go to the devil!
Zinida