Telasco. Son! son!—let us not aggravate the bitter stroke of death!—the wretched easily forgive!—Raise her up to my arms. (Zorai raises up his sister. Telasco clasps her to his breast) Die in peace—I forgive thee!
Cora. (In a faint voice) My brother!
Telasco. Yes, yes, Zorai!—no resentment!—forgive the penitent!—call her sister!
Zorai. (Embracing her) Unhappy—sister!
Cora. Ye gods, I thank you!—the bitterness of death is past.
Alonzo. Your hearts are softened!—Might Alonzo venture!—Zorai, you called me a weak man. Yes, I am weak; but I am not a villain!—Misery soon unites the sufferers to each other—let us not die in enmity.
Telasco. Stranger, I harbour no resentment against you!—Can I leave the world in a better state of mind, than in speaking pardon to those by whom I have been injured. Have you any parents living?
Alonzo. An aged mother.
Telasco. For her sake come hither, that I may bless thee in her place! (He embraces him)