Viol. Alas, sir, I was here
On the same errand, ere I knew—but hark!
All’s quiet now. (A groan within.)
Men. Listen! What groan was that?
Viol. My hand shakes so, I cannot—
Lope (within). Mercy, O God!
Men. The key, the key!—but hark! they call again
At either door; we must unlock.
(They unlock the side doors.—Enter through one Blanca and Beatrice, through the other Urrea and Vicente.)
Urr. Don Mendo,