(Cora sinks down in a swoon,—Alonzo throws himself by her—Rolla springs up and presses the king wildly to his breast.—The High-Priest raises his hands gratefully towards Heaven—Telasco supported by Zorai totters towards his daughter,—The people shout repeatedly, crying)
All. Long live the Inca!!! (The Curtain falls.)
END OF THE PLAY.