Act 3 — SCENE XI
Hannah Lynch translation
Don Lorenzo. Afterwards Dr. Tomás and Dr. Bermúdez.
Don Lorenzo. Now am I calmer. The hurt is mortal. I feel it—here at the heart's core. Thanks, Almighty consoler. [Dr. Tomás and Dr. Bermúdez enter C. and stand watching him.]
Dr. Tomás. You see him there—beside the arm-chair.
Bermúdez. Unfortunate man!
Don Lorenzo. [Rising. Aside.] Ah, miserable being—still, still—cherishing impossible hopes. Impossible! And suppose they honestly believe that I——? Oh, but if they loved me, surely they would not believe it. [Despairingly. Pause.] Did I not hear Inés—the child I so greatly love—speak of remorse? Why should she speak of remorse? [Aloud with increasing agitation.] All 188of them—wretches!—They would almost rejoice at my death. No, then I will not die, no, not until I have fulfilled my duty as an honourable man, not before I have brought the question of my madness to an end.
Dr. Tomás. [Placing a hand upon his arm.] Lorenzo.
Don Lorenzo. [Turning, recognises him, and retreats angrily.] He!
Dr. Tomás. Let me introduce one of my best friends, Dr. Bermúdez. [Pause. Don Lorenzo looks at both strangely.]
Bermúdez. [In low voice to Dr. Tomás.] You can see the effort he is making to control himself. There can be no doubt that he is vaguely conscious of his condition.
Don Lorenzo. One of your best friends—one of your best friends——
Bermúdez. [Aside to Dr. Tomás.] An idea is escaping him, and he is struggling to retain it.
Don Lorenzo. [Ironically.] Then if he is one of your best friends, your loyalty will be a guarantee of his.
Bermúdez. [Aside to Dr. Tomás.] At last he has found the word, but note the unnatural tones of his voice. [Aloud.] I come, Dr. Tomás assures me, to witness a most noble deed.
Don Lorenzo. And an act of unworthy treason as well.
Dr. Tomás. Lorenzo!
Bermúdez. [Aside to Dr. Tomás.] Let him say what he likes.
Don Lorenzo. And of an exemplary chastisement.
Bermúdez. [Aside to Dr. Tomás.] It is very serious, my friend, very serious.
Don Lorenzo. [To Dr. Tomás.] Call everybody, everybody, 189my own and strangers alike. Let them come here, and let them await my orders here while I am doing my duty elsewhere. What are you waiting for?
Bermúdez. [Aside to Dr. Tomás.] You must not contradict him. Call them. [Dr. Tomás rings a bell. Enter servant, to whom he speaks in low voice, and then goes out R.]
Don Lorenzo. 'Tis the last test. They almost inspire me with pity, the traitors! Oh, I am well sustained by the certainty of triumph. Be still, my heart. There they are, there they are! I can't see them—I who loved them so fondly. I cannot, and still my eyes turn to them, seeking them, seeking them ever.