Enrique. The Christian girl!
Zoraya. Ah! I understand why she forgot that she was a Spaniard and a Catholic and became only a woman, simply a woman!—O Nature! the victory was thine!—I envy her for having been given a body to be loved and adored without fear of the torture which menaces this world—and the damnation promised in the next!
Enrique. You could be so brave as she?
Zoraya. (Rising) Ah! certainly, yes!—who could be braver than she!—Can your race produce a Kalem? If so, he is worthy of me! I promise hours of beauty and rapture to him who does not fear the executioner and who will brave the flames at the stake for that which the sun of Africa has set burning in my veins!——
Enrique. (Taking her in his arms) I shall be that man! (She pushes him gently away. He recovers his presence of mind and quickly withdraws) Ah! demon! You have intoxicated me! Go away from me!
Zoraya. Adieu, then, my dear lord.
Enrique. (Turning) Adieu!—Yes, adieu!—It is better so! (To Ramiro and Arias) Let that woman go! (Picking up her flowers, she slowly reascends the slope) What creature is that!—her hand burned in mine and her gaze set my brain awhirl!
Ramiro. I have a remedy, my lord! Say a pater quickly and repeat an ave twice to break the charm!
Arias. (Preparing to shoot an arrow from his cross-bow at Zoraya) I have a better one!—Kill the beast, kill——
Enrique. (Seizing his arm) Ah! brute!—Stop! (He passes the cross-bow to Ramiro, then crosses the scene to the right to Zoraya, who has returned on hearing the disturbance) Go! Go! He will not make another attempt. But, I want never again to find you in my path!