id for one.

Fontanares
Thus it is that a true friend renders despair impossible. (He embraces
Quinola.) (To Fregose) My lord, write to the king and build,
overlooking the harbor, an amphitheatre for two hundred thousand
spectators; in ten days I will fulfill my promise, and Spain shall
behold a ship propelled by steam in the face of wind and waves. I will
wait until there is a storm that I may show how I can prevail against
it.

Faustine (to Quinola)
You have manufactured a machine--

Quinola
No, I have manufactured two, as a provision against ill-luck.

Faustine
What devils have you called in to assist you?

Quinola
The three children of Job: Silence, Patience and Perseverance.

(Exeunt Fontanares and Quinola.)

SCENE NINETEENTH

Faustine and Don Fregose.

Don Fregose (aside)
She is hateful, and yet I do not cease to love her.

Faustine
I must have my revenge. Will you assist me?

Don Fregose
Yes, and we will yet succeed in bringing him to ruin.

Faustine
Ah! you love me in spite of all, don't you?

Curtain to the Fourth Act.

ACT V

SCENE FIRST

(The setting is the terrace of the town-hall of Barcelona, on each
side of which are pavilions. The terrace looks on the sea and ends in
a balcony in the centre of the stage; the open sea and the masts of
vessels form the scenery. At the right of the spectator appear a large
arm-chair and seats set before a table. The murmur of an immense crowd
is heard. Leaning over the balcony Faustine gazes at the steamship.
Lothundiaz stands on the left, in a condition of utter stupefaction;
Don Fregose is seated on the right with his secretary, who is drawing
up a formal account of the experiment. The Grand Inquisitor is
stationed in the middle of the stage.)

Lothundiaz, the Grand Inquisitor and Don Fregose.

Don Fregose
I am undone, ruined, disgraced! Even if I were to fall at the feet of
the king, I should gain no pity from him.

Lothundiaz
At what price have I purchased my patent of nobility! My son has been
killed in an ambuscade in Flanders, and my daughter is dying; her
husband, the governor of Roussillon, refused her permission to be
present at the triumph of this devil of a Fontanares. How well she
spoke when she said that I should repent of my willful blindness!

The Grand Inquisitor (to Don Fregose)
The Holy Office has reminded the king of yo