Severo. [To Pepito.] Such are my orders. Do you doubt my word?
Ernest. Pity.
D. Severo. [Pointing to the death-chamber.] Yes, such pity as she showed him.
Ernest. Fire races through my veins. I will leave Spain, sir.
D. Severo. It makes no difference.
Ernest. She will die.
D. Severo. Life is short.
Ernest. For the last time
D. Severo. No more. [To his son.] Ring.
Ernest. But I tell you she is innocent. I swear it.
Pepito. [Interceding.] Father
D. Severo. [With a contemptuous gesture.] That fellow lies.
Ernest. You impel me with the current. Then I will not struggle against it. I go with it. I cannot yet know what may be her opinion [pointing to Teodora] of others, and of your outrages. Her lips are silent, mute her thoughts. But what I think of it all—yes, I will tell you.
D. Severo. It is useless. It won't prevent me from [Approaches Teodora.]
Pepito. [Restraining him.] Father
Ernest. Stay. [Pause.] Let nobody touch this woman. She is mine. The world has so desired it, and its decision I accept. It has driven her to my arms. Come, Teodora. [He raises her, and sustains her.] You cast her forth from here. We obey you.
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