S.: You visited her daily, secretly, at evening---- V.: Yes, because---- S.: You have already said it. Because you loved her with all your soul---- V.: With all my soul! but---- S.: But they have robbed you of her. (Very brief pause.) V.: (Approaching Sancho, with great emotion.) And you, you Sancho, know this also! S.: As I tell you---- V.: And, who, who has been--? Who--? Do not tell me his name, that matters nothing! Tell me where he is,--tell me that--because I desire his life’s blood. S.: Calm, Señor Viceroy, more calm! V.: Calm! and she is not at my side--Calm! and the hours pass.--Calm! and the grief increases and the suffering grows stronger, and despair kills! S.: You suffer greatly! V.: Tell me who it is, Sancho! You know it. I see it in your eyes.--Tell me.--You know that here I am the equal of the King! The King, himself, is not more powerful than I! Ask, from me, riches, honor, position,--all, all, for your single word! Speak! You know! Is it not so? S.: Yes. It is true. V.: Oh, joy! And you will tell me! S.: No. V.: (Furious.) No?--You will not tell me, _you_? (He directs himself toward the door, raising his voice)--Halloa, here! S.: (Gently detaining him.) Ah! I will close this door because a draught enters. (Locks the door with a key. The Viceroy looks at him with frightened surprise.) V.: Sancho!--Are you making sport of me? Are you trifling with my agony?--But, no, no, you would not be capable of that, impossible.--You are not an ingrate. S.: Seat yourself, Señor Viceroy, and hear me. V.: Seat myself?--Good, I obey you--Now, you see--I seat myself.--But you must tell it me. S.: Listen. Only last night, Señor Viceroy, I told you that Juan de Paredes,--the person who has been recommended to you---- V.: My God! but--and, what has this to do? S.: If you are not calm----! V.: Sancho! S.: If you are not calm, I will say nothing and then you would know nothing, even if you put me to the torture. V.: Well! well!--I am silent--I listen--What anxiety! S.: Juan de Paredes, unhappy orphan, entrusted to a friend--very intimate--in fact a second self--the mission of avenging his wrongs upon the person who dishonored his mother, Doña Mencia, and assassinated his father--and this firm friend finally discovered the scoundrel--ah, he was a man of great power! V.: And you know his name? S.: If you interrupt---- V.: I am silent.