The Diversion
Act II
[Scene 5]
Enter Marcela and Dorotea
                                       
                                          Marcela 
                                       
                        I do not like this cousin,
                        dearest Dorotea.
                        May it please God1310
                                       
                        that his unexpected arrival
                        is for the good!
                                    
                                       
                                          Dorotea 
                                       
                        He does not seem dashing to you
                        because you see him badly dressed.
                                    
                                       
                                          Marcela 
                                       
                        Expensive clothes and finery1315
                                       
                        do not always lend one grace and vigour.
                        He seems feeble to me,
                        although perhaps a little bold.
                                    
                                       
                                          Dorotea 
                                       
                        You must judge his case.
                                    
                                       
                                          Marcela 
                                       
                        Suffice to say he does not much appeal to me.1320
                                       
                                    
                                       
                                          Dorotea 
                                       
                        Your brother seems to have tempered his thoughts.
                                    
                                       
                                          Marcela 
                                       
                        He is still somewhat impassioned,
                        from what I sense.
                        He does not speak my name,
                        and yet his fantasies still have1325
                                       
                        a touch of lasciviousness,
                        but I do not give him the chance
                        to be alone with me.
                                    
                                       
                                          Dorotea 
                                       
                        Make sure you keep it so!
                                    
Enter Don Antonio, Don Francisco, [ Don Ambrosio ] 24 Cardenio, Torrente and Muñoz
                                       
                                          Don Antonio 
                                       
                        Look señor. Which of these two1330
                                       
                        is the beautiful Marcela
                        who holds you in her sway?
                                    
                                       
                                          Don Ambrosio 
                                       
                        This one looks a little like her,
                        and yet is not her.
                        I must be delirious, or going mad.1335
                                       
                        If my senses fail me,
                        may love and heaven
                        lead me by the hand.
                                    
                                       
                                          Marcela 
                                       
                        Are they buying or selling me?
                        What is this all about, brother?1340
                                       
                                    
                                       
                                          Don Ambrosio 
                                       
                        Nothing except the unique
                        and incomparable beauty
                        of another who shares your name.
                        Her elegance and grace,
                        her virtuous nature,1345
                                       
                        her intelligence and breeding 
                        captivated me.
                        I loved her with a pure love
                        surrendered myself adoringly,
                        and discreetly sought her company,1350
                                       
                        although the eyes always speak volumes.
                        Her suspicious father,
                        for some reason of his own,
                        or to bring about my misfortune,
                        carried her off, I know not where.1355
                                       
                                    
                                       
                                          Don Antonio 
                                       
                        
                                       [aside]
                             That is my story!
                                    
                                       
                                          Don Ambrosio 
                                       
                        Demeter
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                            did not more diligently seek
                        her beloved daughter
                        in hell’s nooks and crannies
                        than I have sought her,1360
                                       
                        pensively, solicitously and anxiously,
                        wherever my suspicions led me.
                        While thus engaged,
                        the name of Marcela and her beauty
                        came to my notice,1365
                                       
                        but not the surname of Almendárez.
                        I believed that Don Antonio, your dear brother,
                        by order of Marcela Osorio’s father,
                        kept her in his house, and, unthinkingly,
                        and blind with jealousy,1370
                                       
                        committed the foolish acts
                        that you have witnessed.
                                    
                                       
                                          Don Francisco 
                                       
                        
                                       [aside to D. Ant.]
                             Are these words not like lance-thrusts piercing your
                            soul?
                                    
                                       
                                          Don Antonio 
                                       
                        
                                       [aside to D. Fra.]
                             More like thunderbolts that assail,
                        wound, shatter and destroy me.1375
                                       
                                    
                                       
                                          Dorotea 
                                       
                        
                                       [aside to Mar.]
                             I will wager, señora,
                        that this is the Marcela,
                        for whom your brother groans,
                        sighs and woefully laments.
                                    
                                       
                                          Torrente 
                                       
                        
                                       [aside to Muñ.]
                             It is like removing the heaviest of stones,1380
                                       
                        a great mountain, an immense machine,
                        a massive pile of steel from my chest…
                                    
                                       
                                          Muñoz 
                                       
                        
                                       [aside to Tor.]
                            …and a nagging anxiety from my soul.
                        May God curse you, foolish lover!
                        How this imbecile kept us guessing!1385
                                       
                        With what little evidence
                        did this lamenting lover
                        mix up the two Marcelas.
                        I thought that my list was being passed
                        from hand to hand around the house.1390
                                       
                        What a serious, unforeseen
                        and sudden predicament.
                                    
                                       
                                          Don Francisco 
                                       
                        Since you have patently seen
                        how you have deluded yourself,
                        act more cautiously and prudently, señor,1395
                                       
                        the next time that deceit accosts you,
                        and seek again more diligently
                        the original cause of your injury.
                                    
                                       
                                          Don Ambrosio 
                                       
                        Whoever loves can easily transgress
                        and should be forgiven with compassion.1400
                                       
                        I erred, but my mistake deserves a pardon.
                                    
                                       
                                          Cardenio 
                                       
                        Putting on this poor pilgrim’s sackcloth 
                        would give you the chance to atone.
                                    
                                       
                                          Don Antonio 
                                       
                        Jealousy’s fury is so great
                        that it forces one to commit1405
                                       
                        all kinds of foolishness.
                        I myself know this too well.
                        having already acted jealously,
                        recklessly, impetuously
                        and maliciously.1410
                                       
                                    
                                       
                                          Don Ambrosio 
                                       
                        May you enjoy good fortune
                        for centuries to come, o pilgrim,
                        and your great grandchildren,
                        having been chosen for the task,
                        bear you on their shoulders1415
                                       
                        to an honoured resting place.
                        May age not wither your Marcela’s beauty,
                        nor inappropriate jealousy disturb your peace
                        as long as God gives you breath.
                        I will resume my former suffering,1420
                                       
                        looking for her whom the heavens conceal,
                        and until I can establish her hiding-place
                        I will be a new Sisyphus
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                                        on earth.
                        condemned to endless labour
                        By night, I will be like a shade 1425
                                       
                        doomed to eternal wakefulness,
                        I will have to be a lynx
                        or have a hundred eyes like Argus
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                        in order to see the end
                        of my lengthy torment.1430
                                       
                                    
Exit Don Ambrosio
                                       
                                          Marcela 
                                       
                        He leaves in despair.
                                    
                                       
                                          Don Antonio 
                                       
                        I am left without any hope of finding you,
                        sweet Marcela.
                                    
                                       
                                          Torrente 
                                       
                        
                                       [aside to Muñ.]
                             I have put my fears behind me.
                                    
                                       
                                          Muñoz 
                                       
                        
                                       [aside to Tor.]
                             Nor does fear have any place in me,1435
                                       
                        but nonetheless I would like to destroy
                        the list that I delivered,
                        written in my hand.
                        Any alarm, however ill-founded,
                        triggers my bad conscience.1440
                                       
                                    
                                       
                                          Don Francisco 
                                       
                        You should realise, my friend,
                        that this curious lover
                        is acting as your spy
                        in seeking the woman you prize,
                                    
                                       
                                          Don Antonio 
                                       
                        I am nevertheless fearful.1445
                                       
                        His persistence is heartfelt,
                        and considerable, which is worse.
                                    
                                       
                                          Don Francisco 
                                       
                        I am more optimistic:
                        this hook will pull from the depths of the sea
                        the pearl that love has hidden.1450
                                       
                                    
Exeunt Don Francisco and Don Antonio
                                       
                                          Cardenio 
                                       
                        Was it not a most excellent story,
                        señora cousin?
                                    
                                       
                                          Marcela 
                                       
                        Yes it was, but my brother seemed
                        to take his leave unhappily,
                        pensive and depressed1455
                                       
                        because the lady who that man seeks, adores
                        and loves as the tyrant Love desires,
                        is the same lady that my brother loves,
                        seeks, and calls out to.
                        And I foolishly imagined1460
                                       
                        that I was the lovely Marcela
                        whose name was on his lips,
                        and observed his hands, eyes and mouth
                        with anger and suspicion,
                        pondering his words, gestures and actions1465
                                       
                        with no little alarm.
                                    
                                       
                                          Dorotea 
                                       
                        How foolish! You must have been mad!
                        Ask his forgiveness.
                                    
                                       
                                          Marcela 
                                       
                        I would rather not—
                        my initial suspicions1470
                                       
                        never really took root within my heart
                                    
                                       
                                          Cardenio 
                                       
                        And, what is more,
                        he has given you full satisfaction.
                                    
                                       
                                          Muñoz 
                                       
                        Do we have to visit
                        my señora doña Ana.1475
                                       
                                    
                                       
                                          Marcela 
                                       
                        It is still morning,
                        and the cold takes away my desire
                        to make visits now.
                        Come, dear Dorotea,
                        let us go where the sun can see us.1480
                                       
                                    
                                       
                                          Dorotea 
                                       
                        Gladly, señora.
                        Brrr, it is unbearably cold!
                                    
Exeunt Marcela and Dorotea
                                       
                                          Torrente 
                                       
                        Your coldness is unbearable!
                        Why did you come here, Cardenio,
                        if you must behave like a dumb statue?1485
                                       
                        Do you think good fortune
                        is going to come knocking at your door
                        and throw itself into bed with you?
                                    
                                       
                                          Cardenio 
                                       
                        There is no means of reconciling
                        my coldness and my fire.1490
                                       
                        When I am absent from Marcela
                        for some brief period of time
                        boldness burns within me,
                        and I begin to think I am courageous,
                        but as soon as heaven gives me the chance1495
                                       
                        to be alone with her I turn colder than ice.
                                    
                                       
                                          Torrente 
                                       
                        That ice does not give us
                        the faintest chance of success.
                                    
                                       
                                          Muñoz 
                                       
                        I’ve started something that will blow up in my face,
                        if it does not cost my back a whipping first.1500
                                       
                        What a stupid old man I am!
                        Having acted like a child
                        I deserve to give up the ghost
                        and breathe my last at the slightest alarm.
                                    
                                       
                                          Cardenio 
                                       
                        If I fail you Muñoz,1505
                                       
                        if I do not make you rich,
                        may the treasure I expect
                        never arrive from Peru.
                                    
                                       
                                          Muñoz 
                                       
                        God save me from becoming a Moor,
                        and grant me the patience1510
                                       
                        to listen to what I am hearing!
                        Where is the gold,
                        you half-baked scoundrels?
                                    
                                       
                                          Torrente 
                                       
                        Loads of the stuff will arrive, Muñoz.
                                    
                                       
                                          Torrente 
                                       
                        Open up four strongboxes
                        and six chests straightaway,
                        enough to contain four thousand bars,
                        and that’s an underestimate.1520
                                       
                                    
                                       
                                          Muñoz 
                                       
                        Steady on Torrente! You’re losing your grip!
                        I’d be happy with the tailor and the flannel.
                                    
                                       
                                          Torrente 
                                       
                        There’ll be more than a hundred tailors.
                                    
                                       
                                          Muñoz 
                                       
                        What I most urgently need is the flannel.
                                    
                                       
                                          Torrente 
                                       
                        Leave me here, you two.1525
                                       
                        Cristina’s coming
                        and I need to speak with her.
                                    
Exeunt Muñoz and Cardenio