ZORAYA. (Sorrowfully) Ah! you wretch! Your only thought is for her.
My despair does not move you so much as the fear that she will not
accept the lover of a Saracen!
ENRIQUE. (Uneasily) Lower! Speak lower! I beg of you!
ZORAYA. (Without listening) You are not so innocent as you were on
the steps of the church----
ENRIQUE. You were there!
ZORAYA. It was to the entire city that I failed to cry: "That
Christian is my lover!" But that cry would have sent you to the
King's galleys. My heart failed me and coward that I am, I was ready
to flee, weeping.
ENRIQUE. Do not condemn me without hearing me!
ZORAYA. Oh, God!--you, you, who this morning--Oh, God! God! Is it
possible?
[She falls seated at the foot of the column.]
ENRIQUE. My Zoraya, my mistake, mine alone for not telling you the
first day----
ZORAYA. Do you love this girl?