Spaniards

Emilia

You think, I bear your shame?
No, I will die, old man!..

Sorrini (with a proud smile)

Old man! Shut up ...
The old man will tell you, that pretty
he pollen.

Emilia (hands clasped)

Mother of God! Can it be true
You do not save me!..

Sorrini

Come on ... let's go ...
Do not say, conceded that Sorrini
Someone. ABOUT, I'm alone
not the, how kazhusya in humans.

(He takes her hand.)
Emilia

leave me, your touch,
As infected chumoyu, toxic ...

Sorrini (spitefully)

Let's go; I command ...

(Suddenly someone knocks on the door. Both stop. Jesuit moves away. Otvoryaet<ся> a door: human, wrapped in a cloak poligrima, He took off his hat, included.)
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