Shame—shame! to treat a feeble woman thus!
Be you but kind, I will do all things for you.
I’m ready now—give me my castañets.
Where is Victorian? Oh, those hateful lamps!
They glare upon me, like an evil eye.
I cannot stay! Hark! how they mock at me!
They hiss at me, like serpents! Save me! save me!
(She wakes.)
Dol. Alas! poor girl!
Pre. How late is it, Dolores?