Zoraya. (Despairingly) If they have come to give the morning serenade, it is for us.
They listen anxiously. The musicians draw near, conversing and laughing, while thumbing their strings.
A Musician. Shall we serenade Don Enrique Palacios?
Zoraya makes a movement of fright.
Another. Simpleton!—He cares much for your music at this moment!
Laughter.
Another. Besides, they did not pay us for serenading him!
Approbations. Enrique anxiously watches the house from the foot.
The Other. (Farther away) Come, then! Laggards!—Not there, but in the other street.
All. Yes! Coming, coming!