Porter: All right, doctor.
Dr. Walters: You’ve come to know our line of drugs about as well as I do.
(He goes off. Porter sits at desk, his head in his hands. The light fades to red. Sound of guitar and castanets, rising louder. Espiritu de la Vina enters, dancing seductively; she directs her attention to Porter, who gradually looks up, gazing at her; she sings)
A beber, a beber, a apurar
Las Copas de licor
Que el vino hara olvidar
Las penas del amor.
(Porter watches her more and more intensely, half rising to join her. She dances her way to a shelf of bottles, from which she takes down a large square druggist’s bottle, labeled with a red letter “A.” She carries it to him, and sets it on the desk before him, then dances back, and takes from the shelf an enlarged druggist’s label, in red letters: “Alcohol.” She sets this also before him, and sings in a burst of excitement)
De este sabroso jugo, la blanca espuma
Aleja de las penas la negra bruma,