Enrique. Do you read this in the stars?
Zoraya. My knowledge does not come from them.—But through the crystal, the mirror, the silver disc and the lines of the hands.
Enrique. Ah! By God!—I am curious to see what you read in mine!—Come here!
(He seats himself on a large stone at the foot of the path, Zoraya goes down to him after putting down her bouquet of flowers and plants.)
Ramiro. (Low to Arias during this part of the scene) Ah! the bewitcher!—See how she takes him little by little into her coils in order to escape punishment.
Zoraya. (Stands near Enrique, who holds out his left hand for her inspection) You are loyal, my lord, and brave—but your will is feeble and unsteady.
Enrique. Where do you see that?
Zoraya. In the shape of your head and the first phalange of your thumb, which is short—I see here that you are subject to sudden and terrible bursts of anger.
Enrique. (Smiling) It is true! (To Ramiro, without turning round) Is it not, Ramiro?
Ramiro. (Grumbling in a low voice) Rain of Heaven! Why has he not strangled this accursed woman?