Zoraya. It is I!—It is I!
Ximénès. And by his flight, a deserter and a renegade?
Zoraya. Yes! yes!—It is I!—It is I!
Ximénès. And is that not enough, wretched woman! It must be that you are bent upon his utter ruin!
Zoraya. I?
Ximénès. For you have condemned him to death!
Padilla. Without pity, too!
Zoraya. (Going to Padilla. Ximénès is at her right, Padilla at her left, Albornos and Ibarra stand behind her.) Oh! how horrible! I would give my flesh and blood to save him!
Ximénès. No!—You can do that with one word!—And you are too obstinate to speak it!
Zoraya. One word?