and strength of a first love.
V.: And he——?
S.: He did not love her!
Blanca: (From within, with a feeble cry.) Aye!
V.: That cry——
S.: A cry?—Did you hear a cry?
V.: I thought—perhaps, no—I deceived myself,—continue.
S.: And one night—at night!
V.: I know it, now!—Be still! his name!
S.: He stole her—to dishonor her——
V.: Silence.
S.: To defile her——
V.: To defile her!—and, she?
Blanca: (Within.) Open. (Violently shakes the door.)
S.: Hear her.
V.: There—she, there! Wretch—! What have you done? You shall die. (Placing his hand on his swordhilt.)
S.: Yes, yes! Come on, infamous assassin; because, I abhor you as I do