(Pessimistic, shaking his head) Do not be too certain, Sandoval. I saw Padre Irene whispering to the secretary earlier. The friars always have a trap waiting.
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[SCENE START] (STAGE DIRECTION: The stage features a raised platform representing the theater box where DOÑA VICTORINA, PAULITA GOMEZ, and JUANITO PELAEZ sit. ISAGANI stands in the lower pit, looking up at Paulita with a mixture of longing and heartbreak. SANDOVAL and PECSON stand near Isagani.) PECSON (Sighing, looking at the empty central box) I told you, Sandoval. The Governor-General is late, or he is not coming at all. Our petition for the Spanish Academy is dead in the water. Don Custodio has likely buried it. SANDOVAL Have faith, Pecson! The government cannot ignore the united voice of the youth. Justice must prevail! ISAGANI (Not listening, staring upward) She looks like an angel... but she sits with a serpent. SANDOVAL (Patting Isagani’s shoulder) Still pining for Paulita? Look at how Juanito Pelaez whispers in her ear. He acts like he owns the theater. (Up in the box, JUANITO points to the stage, laughing loudly to impress Paulita.) JUANITO Oh, look at the French dancers, Paulita! Their movements are artistic, though completely scandalous. Of course, a cultured man like myself understands the nuance. DOÑA VICTORINA (Fanning herself furiously) Barbaric! But highly elite! Juanito, you are so knowledgeable. Not like that native boy, Isagani, who stares at us from the dirt like a beggar. PAULITA (Looking down, meeting Isagani's eyes briefly, then quickly looking away) Auntie, please. Isagani is a gentleman. (To Juanito, smiling falsely) Tell me more about Paris, Juanito. You speak of it so well. ISAGANI (Gripping the railing below, his voice trembling) She flirts with him to secure her place in society. She abandons our dreams, our country’s future, for a comfortable carriage and a name. PECSON That is the reality of Manila, Isagani. Love is a business transaction. Politics is a theater, and this theater is our politics. (Suddenly, a disturbance is heard from the back of the auditorium. The crowd whispers: "Simoun! Simoun has arrived!") [SCENE END] (Pessimistic, shaking his head) Do not be too