Serafin:
Come, pure spirit. Come with me.
Don Pedro Vargas:
I forbid it, it's a disgrace!
The Viceroy:
[to Don Pedro]
Sit down, Don Pedro.
[turns back to Serafin]
Serafin:
Gracious lady, if you have any wish express it freely to me. I, who am your friend.
Manuela:
I wish...
Serafin:
Yes?
Manuela:
I wish...
Don Pedro Vargas:
Black magic! I won't have him practice black magic on my future wife! Oh, It's an outrage!
The Viceroy:
[to Don Pedro]
Hold your tongue, Don Pedro. I will not have this performance ruined by your bourgeoise possessiveness.
Serafin:
Excellency, would you please tell him this is not flirtation. It is science.
The Viceroy:
It is science.
Don Pedro Vargas:
Whatever you called, I don't like it!
The Viceroy:
[turns to Don Pedro]
I demand that you hold your tongue!
[turns back to Serafin]
The Viceroy:
Proceed, sir, with this mesmerism.
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