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. For the love of God, father, for the love of me, for all the tears shed by those eyes you used to kiss so fondly when I was a child. [Lifts her hands to her eyes, and then offers them to Don Lorenzo to kiss.] See how the drops still flow from my eyelids. My fingers are wet with them. Kiss them, and let your lips taste of their bitterness.

. Yes—I will kiss them—I will kiss them—but, alas! if one of mine should fall upon them.

. [Aside.] Fall, fall, so he said. I also am falling into the bottomless abyss. But first, first I must embrace my son.

. Father! [''Don Lorenzo retreats. Doña Ángela, Inés and the duchess follow him.'']

. Lorenzo!

. 'Twas Lorenzo they called. There—there—I see something.

. No, no—a thousand times, no. Would you degrade me?

. And you, father—who would believe it?—would kill me. If not, why do you seek to place an obstacle between me and the love of my life?

. No, my Inés, no—the duchess—it is the duchess.

. It is not true. The duchess consents.

. At the cost of my honour.

. Not so, Inés. In exchange for silence.

. Don't you hear her, father?

. [Moving away and repulsing her.] I only hear voices begging my conscience of me. I only see shadows pursuing me through the shadows—phantasms 158