ENRIQUE. A Christian!--in spite of the law which forbids love between your race and mine.
ZORAYA. It is love, however, which will reconcile them in the long run.
ENRIQUE. Ah, well! to justify that you shall explain to His Eminence the Cardinal Ximénès.
ENRIQUE. It is to him that I must take you.
ZORAYA. (The same) Oh, no, my dear lord! No! You must not say that.
ZORAYA. You know that the high priest detests us and persecutes us. You do not want to injure me; for you are good----
ENRIQUE. In truth, what indications do you see?
ZORAYA. Those which my father revealed to me.
ZORAYA. My knowledge does not come from them.--But through the crystal, the mirror, the silver disc and the lines of the hands.
ENRIQUE. Ah! By God!--I am curious to see what you read in mine!--Come here!
(He seats himself on a large stone at the foot of the path, Zoraya goes down to him after putting down her bouquet of flowers and plants.)
RAMIRO. (Low to Arias during this part of the scene) Ah! the bewitcher!--See how she takes him little by little into her coils in order to escape punishment.
ZORAYA. (Stands near Enrique, who holds out his left hand for her inspection) You are loyal, my lord, and brave--but your will is feeble and unsteady.
ZORAYA. In the shape of your head and the first phalange of your thumb, which is short--I see here that you are subject to sudden and terrible bursts of anger.
ENRIQUE. (Smiling) It is true! (To Ramiro, without turning round) Is it not, Ramiro?
RAMIRO. (Grumbling in a low voice) Rain of Heaven! Why has he not strangled this accursed woman?
ZORAYA. (In the same vein) The life-line, beautiful at the beginning--stops short--danger of death--struck as with lightning!
ENRIQUE. (Gaily) A soldier's death--so much the better! Seat yourself; you will be more at ease. (He makes room for her to sit on the stone.)
ZORAYA. (Seating herself, continues in the same vein) These wrinkles which cross at the base of the thumb show an inclination very--very amorous!
ZORAYA. This deep red line, which connects the thumb with the life-line--a passion! Oh!--that! Like she who possesses you!--It will end only with your life!
ZORAYA. I do not know--why should one be troubled about that?
[While looking at his hand, Zoraya leans more and more against Enrique, who is intoxicated by the nearness of their persons, by the Arabian perfume on her hair and by the warmth of her hand.]