The Duke
[Renata is crying]
Are you crying for your mama? Come, I'll console you! Come here to me!
The President
[singing]
Come, little darling to your good daddy / He'll sing you a lullaby
The Duke
Heavens, what an opportunity you offer me. Sra Maggi's tale must be acted upon at once.
Female Victim
Sir, Sir. Pity. Respect my grief. I'm suffering so, at my mother's fate. She died for me and I'll never see her again.
The Duke
Undress her.
Female Victim
Kill me! At least God, whom I implore, will pity me. Kill me, but don't dishonor me.
The Duke
This whining's the most exciting thing I've ever heard.