_Enter from a side door VIOLANTE and ELVIRA._
_Viol._ Ask me no more, Elvira; I cannot answer when my thoughts are all
locked up where Lope lies.
_Elv._ And know you where that is? Nearer than you think; there, in my
lord your father’s room.
_Viol._ There! Oh, could I but save him!
_Elv._ You can at least comfort him.
_Viol._ Something must be done. Either I will save his life, Elvira, or
die with him. Have you the key?
_Elv._ I have one; my lord has the master-key.
_Viol._ Yours will do, give it me. I am desperate, Elvira, and in his
danger drown my maiden shame; see him I will at least. Do you rest here
and give me a warning if a footstep come. (_She enters centre door._)