Pedro—(Shocked.) Feliciana!
Feliciana—Pedro, I'm going to dance, I feel I'm going to dance. Throw thy veil away. Beauty should never be hidden.
(Pedro throws the veil over the wall.)
Pedro—Feliciana!
(Pedro and Feliciana exeunt laughing.)
Lagrimas—(Shyly.) The little fellow is hurt.
Rodriguez—He is faint. Let me get some wine.
Tarik—(Sobbing.) I will not drink wine. It is forbidden.... I want my mother.... She will make me well.... I want my mother.
(Lagrimas and Rodriguez catch him as he faints.)
Lagrimas—See, his eyes are open again.