(All but Juarez follow Ignatius out, cheering)
Hurrah! hurrah!
(Juarez draws his grey mantle about him and stands silent. The fires die down. The moon clouds. He looks up invoking)
Jua. Spirit of Montezuma, be thou here
And on thy son drop wisdom out of Heaven,
That these thy children he may lead to peace,
And this thy country give again to him
Who set his iron in the earth and said
“Man, make thy weapon; there shall be no slaves!”
(CURTAIN)
ACT II.
Scene I: Palace of Chapultapec. Hall adjoining ball room. Gaily dressed women, and men in glittering official costumes passing doors. Marquez and Mejia talking.
Mar. You ’ve caught Trevino!
Mejia. Rafael Mendorez too.
Mar. Still better. You ’ll have them shot at once?