must call me mother. Call me mother, once. Let it please heaven or hell, mother you must name me.
Don Lorenzo. Mother!
Juana. Not so—not in that way. Cruel boy! [Leans to embrace him. Jerks herself back and falls on sofa.]
Don Lorenzo. Poor woman! She is delirious.
SCENE VIII
Juana, Don Lorenzo, and Inés. Inés rushes in C. in high spirits and approaches her father. She is excited and can hardly speak.
Inés. Father, father—the duchess—is coming. She is coming here—can't you guess?
Don Lorenzo. The duchess!
Inés. Yes—to speak to you about—Edward has persuaded
Don Lorenzo. What good news, my dearest girl! At last God wills
Inés. You are pleased?
Don Lorenzo. [Caresses her.] And you?
Inés. Yes, if you are also. Come, come quickly.
Juana. [Seizes Don Lorenzo's arm.] No, I cannot let you go. Don't leave me.
Don Lorenzo. [To Inés.] I will be with you presently.
Inés. Don't delay—oh, be sure and not delay, If you offend her
Don Lorenzo. You need not fear. Let Ángela receive her in the drawing-room with all ceremony. I will carry Juana up to her room, and join you in a moment. [Exit Inés C.]
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