Enrique. Ah! God, yes!—and you shall have a thousand ducats tomorrow!
Torillo. The bargain is concluded, señor.
He turns to go.
Enrique. (Detaining him with a gesture) But how can you prove to me that you will keep your promise?
Torillo. Because the victim will not utter a cry when I set fire to the pyre; if she restrains then she is dead.
Enrique. If she is unable to utter a cry, or a groan, I will double the sum.
Torillo. The bargain is settled, my lord.
He salutes and goes away. Enrique turns to enter the church. Bells begin to toll. The assistants go to the foot of the stage to await the arrival of the procession. In the distance are heard sounds of the mob preceding the condemned.
Enrique. (With eyes turned toward the upper street) Is that you, Oliveira?—Doña Joana?
Oliveira. The same all of the time. (The distant noises are approaching.) Here comes that unfortunate woman.