ZORAYA. (Quickly, going to Ximénès) Yes, yes! it is I! (Ximénès makes
a sign to Gil Andrès.) Wait!--Oh! wait, wait, then! (Andrès stops.)
It is only I who can explain for him!--He was maddened by my tears,
my reproaches, my furious jealousy!--The other arrived and insulted
me--then, in the height of his rage!--Ah!--that crime--I am more
guilty than he! Would he have killed him, had I not been there?
[All of the Inquisitors advance and group themselves at her left.]
XIMÉNÈS. (Quickly going to her) Then you wish to convince us that
this murder is your work?
ZORAYA. Yes, it is my work!
XIMÉNÈS. It is you who caused this unfortunate man to become an
assassin?
ZORAYA. It is I!--It is I!
XIMÉNÈS. And by his flight, a deserter and a renegade?
ZORAYA. Yes! yes!--It is I!--It is I!
XIMÉNÈS. And is that not enough, wretched woman! It must be that you
are bent upon his utter ruin!