Ve. (confused) My lord—the keys—they shall be produced—I have sent for them—even now you saw a sister leave the chamber—she returns—I hear her—speak!
Lucia returns.
Ve. Have you found them?
Lu. I have.
Venoni. And where are they?
The prior rushes in followed by monks.
Pri. Here! art thou found again, my fugitive?—seize him.
Jose. Venoni! oh, Venoni!
Pri. Tear them asunder.
Jose. No, no! I will never leave him! while I have life, thus thus will I cling to him; if I must die, it shall be at his feet. (they are forced asunder) oh! cruel, cruel men! (she sinks into the arms of the nuns—Veronica is in the greatest agitation)