Enrique. (Frightened) What did you say?
Zoraya. (Standing motionless) Go, and find out for yourself.
Enrique goes up the steps and enters the room.
The Watchman. (In the distance) Ave, Maria!
Enrique. (In the chamber) Joana! Joana!
The Watchman. (Farther away) It is the sixth hour.
Enrique. (With the same voice) Joana!
The Watchman. (Faintly in the distance) I am the watchman!
Enrique. (Coming out of the room and standing frightened at the end of the stairway) Ah, wretch!—It is you who did it?
Zoraya. Yes! It is I!