Ramiro. (Taking the goatherd by the collar and compelling him to fall upon his knees before Enrique) Answer, villain, Don Enrique Palacios!
Enrique. It is you, then, who stole the body?
The Goatherd. Me! my Sweet Deliverer!—touch a corpse!
Enrique. Then why did you run?
The Goatherd. (Lowering his voice) For not speaking—and for fear she would revenge herself upon me for exposing her!
Enrique. And who—is she?
The Goatherd. (Looking nervously about) She who took the body.
Enrique. A woman?
The Goatherd. (Half aloud) The Moorish woman!
The Others. (Seconding him) The Sorceress!—Yes!—Yes!—It was she!—It was she!