Lorenzo [despairingly]—It ought not to be so—but it would! [Pause.] And this it is that tortures me. This is the thought that is driving me mad!
Inez—No, father, do not say that! Follow the path you have marked out for yourself, without thought of me. What does it matter whether I live or die?
Lorenzo—Inez!
Inez—But do not vacillate—and above all, let no one see that you vacillate; let your speech be clear and convincing as it is now; let not anger blind you. Be calm, be calm, father; I implore it of you in the name of God.
Lorenzo—What do you mean by those words? I do not understand you.
Inez—Do I rightly know myself what I mean? There—I am going. I do not wish to pain you.
Edward [to Lorenzo]—Ah, if you would but listen to your heart; if you would but silence the cavilings of your conscience.
Inez [to Edward]—Leave him in peace—come with me; do not anger him, or you will make him hate you.
Lorenzo—Poor girl! She too struggles, but she too will conquer! [With an outburst of pride.] She will show that she is indeed my daughter!
[Inez and Edward go up the stage; passing the study door, Inez sees the keepers and gives a start of horror.]