Zoraya. You cannot burn me twice!
Padilla. Ah! wretch!
Zoraya. Like these monks you have had no pity for me! You added to my tortures by bringing my lover to hear me. Now, I will torture you by means of your daughter. Invoke these priests, ring your bells, swing your censers! Chant your canticles! She will awaken only at the sound of my voice! When my body is burned to ashes, she sleeps her last sleep.
Murmurs of indignation from the crowd. Zoraya makes a movement to go to the stake.
Padilla. (Descending the steps furiously) Seize her! (The gaolers move toward her.) No! Wait! (He motions them back.) Wait! (To Zoraya.) Ah! Wretch, I am at your mercy!—Is it a pardon and freedom that you want?
Zoraya. No! life would be only full of sorrow for me! I prefer death, which will give me an opportunity for revenge!
Enrique. (Standing between Zoraya and the pyre) No! No! Do not use her for revenge. And, in exchange for the life, which you will save, I give you mine—give him his daughter!
Zoraya. Ah! poor man, who implores of me a favor for this official—if you could know——
Enrique. (In a low voice) I know all!——
Zoraya. (Looking into his eyes, trembling) Oh!