Afrida. (Approaching Zoraya and leaning over her) Yes!—I have seen that nose there somewhere! Raise your eyes a little, beautiful! What makes you dislike to see me—(Suddenly) Yes! yes! I remember her!—Here is one of them!——
Ximénès. One of whom?
Afrida. One of those from below, there!—One of those who danced at the witches’ revel!
Zoraya. (Indignant, rising) Me? Me?
Afrida. Yes, you! Do not now become a straight-laced prude; I have seen you as clearly as I see you now—carousing with us!——
Zoraya. But, you lie, you wretch!—You lie!—Do not believe such execrable foolishness!
Afrida. (Furious) Foolishness!—Ah! you treat me as a fool, also!—Yes, my lords, yes, I have seen her, I tell you; I have seen her enraptured in the arms of a goat-headed devil!
Zoraya. Oh! it is false! It is false!
Afrida. (Following her in the scene and walking round her) Go! go! You were given by the Evil One to be rich and beautiful! You will be roasted, my girl! (Laughing) Roasted, those beautiful eyes so fiery!—roasted your skin so white, which all the men want to cling to—roasted all that, roasted, roasted!
At a motion from Ximénès, she goes out, crying, following by Gil Andrès.