[During the last speech, the QUEEN has quietly withdrawn through the door at the right.]
Whither, then, went she? Leave they me alone?
Am I a fool within mine own abode?
[He approaches the door at the right.]
I'll go to her—What, is it bolted, barred?
[Bursting open the door with a kick.]
I'll take by storm, then, my domestic bliss.
[He goes in.]
[DON MANRIQUE and GARCERAN appear at the centre door. The latter takes a step across the threshold.]
MANRIQUE. Wilt thou with, us?
GARCERAN. My father!