Fel. No, madam. If what I feel is so much on my friends’ account, it is still more for their sakes that I keep it unsaid.
Clara. Hark! what noise is that? Mari Nuño, what is the matter?
Enter Mari Nuño.
Mari. Oh, madam, some one is getting over the garden wall! Your father has heard the noise; and is got up with his sword.
Clara. If he should find you!
Fel. He need not. This balcony—
Clara. No, no!
Torribio (within). Thieves! Murder! Help! (He opens the balcony; Torribio falls forward on him, pushed in by Juan with his sword drawn.)
Torr. Murder! Murder! Juan (to Felix). Thou too here, traitor! Fel. (drawing his sword). Who are these? | } All at once. |