Enrique. Hush! Hush!
Zoraya. I would kill you first!—No, no! Do not believe that! Pardon me for saying that—I have suffered so much during these last two days. And such bad omens! When do we meet again?
Enrique. God knows when! So soon as we can without danger.
Zoraya. Here?
Enrique. Oh, no!
Zoraya. Where then?
Enrique. I shall advise you.
Zoraya. (In his arms) And how shall I know?
Enrique. That will be arranged!—And, until I come, my dear love, believe nothing, do you hear!—nothing, only in my love for you! (The bells begin to ring again.)
Zoraya. Ah! those bells which always take you from my arms!