Enrique. Speak lower!—What curious harvest brings her into the midst of these rocks?
Ramiro. She is gathering bad herbs for her philters and poisons.
Enrique. A beautiful creature, truly. See the grace and suppleness in her movements.
Ramiro. One might say as much of a serpent.
Enrique. For shame!
Ramiro. Your Honor should be careful or this she-devil may throw over him the same charm that Circe of yore threw over Ulysses.
Enrique. (Joking) Am I like the goatherd to believe that she will change me into a beast?
Ramiro. No! But through love—it is the same!
Enrique. (Quickly) Enough!—I must speak to her! (He advances into the full moonlight.) Zoraya!
Zoraya. Who is calling me?