en roused from your slumber by a falling
teardrop, the pearl of my repentance, while I was gazing at you with
admiration--you--the martyr that I worshiped?

Fontanares
No! you are not a woman--

Faustine
Ah! There is more than woman, in a woman who loves as I do.

Fontanares
And, as you are not a woman, I could kill you.

Faustine
What of that, provided it were your hand that did it? (Aside) He hates
me!

Fontanares
I am seeking for--

Faustine
Is it anything I can find for you?

Fontanares
--A punishment great enough for your crime.

Faustine
Can there be any punishment which a woman who loves can feel? Come,
try me.

Fontanares
You love me, Faustine. Am I all of life to you? Do you really make my
grief your own?

Faustine
One pang of yours becomes a thousand pangs to me!

Fontanares
If then I die, you will die also. 'Tis plain, therefore, although your
life is not worthy to be set against the love that I have lost, my
course is taken.

Faustine
Ah!

Fontanares
With crossed arms I will await the day of my arrest. At the same
stroke the soul of Marie and my soul shall rise to heaven.

Faustine (flinging herself at the feet of Fontanares)
O Alfonso! Here, at your feet, I will remain till you have promised
me--

Fontanares
Leave me, shameless courtesan! (He spurns her.)

Faustine
You have spoken this openly and in public; but remember, men
oftentimes insult that which they are destined eventually to adore.

SCENE SEVENTEENTH

The same persons and Don Fregose.

Don Fregose
Silence! Wretched journeyman! I refrain from transfixing your heart
with my sword, only because I intend you to pay more dearly for this
insult.

Faustine
Don Fregose! I love this man; whether he makes of me his slave or his
wife, my love shall be the aegis of his life.

Fontanares
Am I to be the victim of fresh persecutions, my lord? I am overwhelmed
with joy. Deal me a thousand blows; they will be multiplied a thousand
fold, she says, in her heart. I am ready!

SCENE EIGHTEENTH

The same persons and Quinola.

Quinola
Sir!

Fontanares
And you also have betrayed me; you!

Quinola
Off goes Monipodio, wafted towards Africa with recommendations on his
hands and feet.

Fontanares
What of that?

Quinola
Under the pretext of robbing you, I have concealed in a cellar a
second machine, for I took care that two should be made, while we only
pa