Ximénès. No!—You recognize her, but will not admit it!
Manuela. Should I accuse an innocent one!—condemn her without being certain?—I shall lose my soul!
Ximénès. The safety of your soul depends upon us—as does that of your body!—Then, you have seen her, have you not?
Manuela. I am not certain!—
Ximénès. (With the same voice) Andrès!
Manuela. (Frightened, between his knees) No, no! Have mercy!—mercy! Do nothing more to me!
Ximénès. (Very sternly) Do you recognize her?
Manuela. (In tears) Yes, yes! I know her!—I recognize her! (Falling on her knees at Zoraya’s feet) Ah! pardon, pardon me!—I am too weak!
Zoraya. (Very much moved) Yes, poor girl, yes! I pardon you!
Ximénès. (To Gil Andrès) Take her away!