ALL. Good God!--Is it possible! Our Agent!
D'AGUILAR. With the assistance of a woman!--Both were fleeing towards
the river when stopped by pedestrians, who heard shouts in the
distance. The fugitives were flung to the earth at the entrance of an
alley. The woman cried to Don Enrique desperately and in vain: "Kill
me! Kill me!"
CLEOFAS. A Mooress?
D'AGUILAR. Yes.
CLEOFAS. It is Zoraya!
THE USHER. His Eminence!
[All turn to the right to salute the Cardinal.]