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 SCENE IV

Doña Ángela, Don Lorenzo, enters door L.

. My mother dying—and yonder that other morsel of my soul! What can I do, my God? [Walks slowly toward door R. and meets Doña Ángela.]

. Where are you going, Lorenzo?

. To see my daughter.

. Impossible. She has recovered consciousness now, and your presence might again upset her, since you it was who caused her illness.

. But I wish to see her.

. You cannot. With you duty is always imperative, so you will respect that unhappy girl's grieving solitude [ironically], not upon the command of my will, which must always be second to yours, but upon that of your own reflective judgment.

. You are right. [''Pause. Both are in middle of stage.''] My own beloved daughter! What does she say of me?

. Nothing.

. She does not blame me?

. I cannot answer for the murmurings of sorrow in her heart.

. I to be her executioner! to destroy all her hopes! Can it be that I have broken her heart?

. You know full well what you have done, Lorenzo. So much the better, if remorse will now help you to repair your cruel work. 142