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 act drawn up containing my formal declaration and renunciation?

. Yes, Lorenzo.

. So that the judge may then ordain as the law directs? Is it not so?

. It is natural.

. [To Doña Ángela.] What do you say to it?

. [In weeping voice.] If this wealth we now enjoy is not legally yours—you do well.

. If the name you bear is not yours, you must certainly give it up.

. In any case your will is law.

. Yes, but a tyrannical law, an impious law—eh?

. Still, a law that I respect above all others.

. [Nervous, unquiet, almost irritable.] And you don't resist it? You don't struggle against it?

. Your conduct is that of a man of honour. Strictly speaking, there is nothing else for you to do.

. What unheard-of submission! What extraordinary docility! What a sudden change! You are deceiving me. I tell you, you are lying to me. [Violently.]

. For pity's sake, Lorenzo.

. [Aside.] Ah, there is no hope. Like a black wave dementia has spread over his mind.

. [More calmly.] Well, well, better so. [''Pause. Approaches Doña Ángela affectionately.''] Where is Inés? 172