Ramiro. Was it in this house?
Ginès. More likely in the street—those belated drunkards!
Ramiro. Dress yourself, awaken Padillo.—We shall see!
He disappears, fastening the window.
Zoraya. (Frightened, rising suddenly, in a low voice) They have gone!
Enrique. Except you, no one has seen me and none can accuse me!
Zoraya. That is folly!—A man comes to arrest me—who should kill him but you?
Enrique. It is true!—Ah! God, God! Assassin!—Me! me!
Zoraya. Do not become excited or lament. What is done is done. We shall not await them, shall we?
Enrique. Go then!