Don Lope:
[Saturna and Don Lope are downstairs, awaiting word from the doctor]
She's in a very bad way.
Saturna:
If you'd let me put on a poultice, she'd be feeling better.
Don Lope:
Don't talk rubbish!
Dr. Miquis:
[the doctor comes down from Tristana's room]
My dear Don Lope, we are faced with what I feared. Tristana is very ill. We have to speak clearly.
Don Lope:
Go ahead and tell me.
Dr. Miquis:
She is suffering from blood poisoning. We have to operate... to amputate her leg.
Don Lope:
The poor girl... She'll be horribly mutilated... When?
Dr. Miquis:
We can't wait another day.
Don Lope:
What science is this when the only cure is amputation! Find some other way... Cut off both my legs if you want!
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