Don Juan Tenorio by José Zorrilla

(Doña Inés)

DOÑA INÉS: She's gone. I don't know what's wrong with me. Alas! For in a tumultous crowd a thousand conflicting ideas assail me all at once. On other nights I listened, complacently, to her words; and those tranquil pictures she knows how to paint so well, those domestic pleasures, their delightful simplicity, and their happy calm, made me yearn for the silence of the cloisters and their holy rule. But today I listened distracted and I found in her chatter if not bothersome discourse at the very least aridity. And I don't know why, at her telling me that it might happen, that the day for my vows might come quickly, I trembled and I felt in my heart excitement quicken, my face become discolored with yellowish pallor. Ah me! But where can my Duenna be. That woman sometimes entertains me after all, with her gossip. And today I miss her.perhaps because I'm going to lose her, for when taking vows it's necessary to renounce everything you love. But I hear steps in the cloister: Oh! I truly recognize her footsteps. She is here.