Don Lorenzo. That paper
Juana. I have it.
Don Lorenzo. Here?
Juana. Here. [Lifts her hand to her bosom.] Look, it is but a sheet of paper, and yet it weighs so heavily upon my heart.
Don Lorenzo. I must see it.
SCENE X
Juana, Don Lorenzo, Dr. Tomás behind.
Dr. Tomás. Lorenzo, Lorenzo!
Don Lorenzo. [Impatiently.] What do you want?
Dr. Tomás. The duchess has come.
Don Lorenzo. An appropriate hour.
Dr. Tomás. [Aside.] What a tone! [Aloud.] Come and receive her.
Don Lorenzo. Yes, I'll go.
Juana. Don't leave me, for Christ's sake. By all that is most sacred to you I implore you to stay. [Aside.] If he only knew.
Dr. Tomás. Are you coming?
Don Lorenzo. Yes,—yes; but don't worry me. I've told you before, I'll go.
Juana. Do not leave me. I will tell you everything, everything. I will give you that paper—which your mother wrote twenty years ago—her letter—her signature—you will see. But only don't leave me yet.
Dr. Tomás. [Angrily.] Come, Lorenzo.
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