Ataliba. Does Rolla submit to his king?
Rolla. Entirely.
Ataliba. Your life is forfeited.
Rolla. Of that I am sensible.
Ataliba. You have my free pardon.
Rolla. (Raising up his eyes to the king with haste and anxiety) And Cora?
Ataliba. You are pardoned.
Rolla. (Casting his eyes again to the ground) Oh God!
Ataliba. Rise!
Rolla. No, let me hear the sentence upon my knees, for in pronouncing Cora’s doom you pronounce mine.