Don Juan Tenorio by José Zorrilla

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(The pantheon of the Tenorio family. The stage is a magnificent cemetery, decorated in the style of a garden. In the foreground, conspicuously set apart, are the tombs of Don Gonzalo de Ulloa, Doña Inés and don Luis Mejia, on top of which are stone statues. Don Gonzalo's tomb is to the right with his statue kneeling, that of Don Luis to the left and his statue is also kneeling; that of Doña Inés is in the centre and her statue is standing. In the midground another two tombs in a suitable form, and in the background and on an elevated plane, the tomb and statue of the founder, Don Diego Tenorio. The perspective of the tombs focuses on this figure. A wall full of niches and stone slabs surrounds the set. Two weeping willows are to each side of Doña Ines's tomb ready to be used when the staging requires it. Cypresses and flowers of all kinds embellish the set which is not to have anything horrible in it. The action takes place on a quiet summer night, and is lit by a very bright moon.)

(The Sculptor, getting ready to leave.) Well sir, it is done: the soul of good Don Diego can, in my opinion, know its rest in complete satisfaction. The work is unfurled with as much sumptuousness as his last will required, yes, entrusted to the world. And, by God, every rich man who dies should want to see the living celebrate their memory as here I have done. But it's time I was away, I leave it all in order, I will be leaving Seville at the break of day. Ah! Marble polished with such care, by my hands, tomorrow the Sevillians will gaze at you, astonished: and seeing the true proportion of this enormous pantheon, the future generation will hold ours in veneration. Some things as days come and go, one by one, sink again while yours will remain a memory of me. Oh! fruit of my waking eyes, stones to which I gave life for whom I bore the strife of the intemperate skies; he who gave you form and being will now lose you from his sight; since you will live longer than I, watch over my glory, unseeing. But who is approaching?

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