Cleofas. Of heretics. Moors, Jews, renegades and backsliders—a sample of each.
Doña Rufina. And of sorcerers?
Cleofas. Of sorcerers and sorceresses, also—but fewer in number than is desirable.
Cardenos. (To Cleofas in a low voice) Master Cleofas, I should like to say two words to you in that regard.
Cleofas. At Your Grace’s disposition!
He goes to the left of the scene, followed by Cristobol, Rioubos and Ramiro, who surround him.
Cardenos. You have not forgotten an Arabian physician named Abou-Abassa?
Cleofas. A physician!—said to be a charlatan, who resided on the left bank of the river in a house on the hillside, where his daughter now lives.
Cardenos. Zoraya!
Cleofas. Oh, yes! I knew him!—I was enraged to see Bishop Talavera honor and protect a Moor, who had, they say, healed a sprain with friction—in reality, Cardenos, by means of mystic signs and magic incantations.