Lorenzo—Inez! It cannot be! She! no, no. It cannot be! My child!
[Hurries towards her with outstretched arms. Inez runs to him.]
Inez—Father!
[Dr. Bermúdez hastens to interpose, and separates them forcibly.]
Dr. Bermúdez—Come, come, Don Lorenzo; you might hurt your daughter seriously.
Lorenzo [seizing him by the arm and shaking him violently]—Wretch! Who are you to part me from my child?
Dr. Tomás—Lorenzo!
Edward—Don Lorenzo!