Ladies. O, hear Ignacio’s fortune! (They crowd about him and the gypsy)
Car. (To Lopez) A favor, sir! Will you take a message to his majesty?
Lopez. I am twice blest—to bear your message—and bear it to the emperor. (They talk apart)
Gip. Here ’s a secret matter, sir. Shall I speak it out?
Ig. O spare me! Come aside!
Ladies. Nay, nay, Ignacio! You heard our fortunes!
Ig. But yours were fair and innocent, and mine is dark and guilty—maybe with crime!
Ladies. Oh! A crime!
Ig. Come, witch! (They go aside, near where Marquez is stationed unseen) Aseffa!
Asef. Rafael is prisoner at Savarro! Trevino is taken, too!