DOL. What things you do say! You, too, talk at random. No matter--under such circumstances. I pardon you with all my heart.
JUAN. Thank you, Dolores. Thus we are more secure.
DOL. (_clinging to him_). But help me to save Lazarus.
JUAN. With my whole soul. Though I had to give up for him all the life that remains to me.
DOL. Give your life! Ha! what life have you? All the life that God first granted you, you should give him.
DOL. Ah! it’s true. I had pardoned you. I shall not recall my word. But what are we to do?
JUAN. Take him to Madrid, that the best known physicians may see him.
JUAN. And then to Paris. We shall consult all the eminent men.
JUAN. And to England. The English know a great deal. Bah! there is plenty of science dispersed throughout the world.
DOL. Then we shall collect it all for Lazarus.
JUAN. Without fail! All for him! Whatever remains of my fortune for him! I have squandered much, but I am still rich.
DOL. I have never called you to a reckoning. You have squandered your own.
JUAN. No, señora: no, señora. It was not mine. I see it now. It belonged to Lazarus. But Lord! I did not know I was going to have Lazarus. Dolores, we must save him.
DOL. We hang on to his reason like two creatures in despair, that it may not fly away. Is it not true? (_Clinging to him._)
JUAN. Like two of the desperate, and like two parents. Is it not so? (_Pressing her to him._) And we shall save him, eh? Don’t say no; don’t say no! (_Falls weeping on a sofa._) I have been bad, but without bad intention. I did not know this. Would that I had been told! Lazarus, my Lazarus!
DOL. Don’t be distressed. Don’t you see that you will not have energy to struggle?
JUAN. I’ll not have energy? Ah! you’ll see. Ho! ho! I have no energy!
DOL. I love to see you thus. And believe me that Bermudez exaggerates.
JUAN. He is a fanatic--a buffoon--a madman that can’t co-ordinate two ideas. Ah, blockhead. (_Shaking his fist._) I don’t know how I keep my head. My breast is burning. My throat is dry. (_Pulls the bell._) Teresa! eh! Teresa!
DOL. (_calling_). Teresa! (_Turning to_ JUAN.) What’s the matter?
JUAN. Bring me a glass of sherry. No, a glass of water--water only.
JUAN (_walking about_). From this day I have to mortify myself--on bread and water, like an anchorite--all for Lazarus. Come, is not this to be put to my credit?