Page 1 :
Don Gonzalo :, , Dona Laura, , Don Gonzalo :, , Dona Laura, , Don Gonzalo :, , Dona Laura, , Don Gonzalo :, , Dona Laura, , Don Gonzalo :, , Dona Laura, , Don Gonzalo :, , Dona Laura, , Don Gonzalo :, , She was ideal. Fair as a lily, jet black hair and black, eyes, with an uncommonly sweet expression. She, seemed to cast radiance wherever she was. Her figure, was beautiful, perfect. ‘What forms of sovereign, beauty God models in human clay!’ She was a dream., , (Aside) If you but knew that dream was now by your, side, you would realize what dreams come to.(Aloud), She was very unfortunate and had a sad love affair., , Very sad. (They look at each other)., , Did you hear of it?, , Yes., , The ways of Providence are strange. (Aside) Gonzalo!, The gallant lover, in the same affair., , Ah, the duel?, , Precisely, the duel. The gallant lover was- my cousin,, of whom I was very fond., , Oh, yes, a cousin? My friend told me in one of her, letters the story of that affair, which was truly, romantic. He, your cousin, passed by on horseback, every morning down the rose path under her window,, and tossed up to her balcony a bouquet of flowers, which she caught., , And later in the afternoon the gallant horseman, would return by the same path, and catch the, bouquet of flowers she would toss him. Am I right?, , Yes. They wanted to marry her to a merchant whom, she would not have., , And one night, when my cousin waited under her, window to hear her sing, this other person presented, himself unexpectedly.