THEATRE | Street theatre
Segismundo, enclosed in a dark cavern, regrets his luck with the classic: Ay, mísero de mí! His soliloquy is interrupted by a strange presence. It is not Clotaldo or Rosaura. Neither is it Clarín. It is a Civil Guard who was passing by.
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