Diego. (Shrinking away from him) Oh it is easily awakened: it does not sleep very soundly.
Juan. Go, then, fool!—(He thrusts him off on one side, and goes off himself on the other.)
SCENE VI.—Alonzo springs over the Ruins of the Wall, and then reaches his Hand to Cora, who follows him.
Alonzo. (As he assists her) Only one little jump, dear Cora!—throw yourself boldly into my arms!—Here will you find a secret and retired spot, formed for love, and guarded by friends. This is not so wide and waste a scene as your garden, in which, barren as it is of all shade, the treacherous moon betrays every form that ventures within its circuit. (He presses her to his bosom) At length I have thee in my arms again.
Cora. (Returning his embrace) And I have thee again in mine.
Alonzo. Ah! it is now three long weeks——
Cora. Only three weeks?
Alonzo. Months to love.
Cora. Years to my heart.
Alonzo. Every evening at twilight has poor Alonzo wandered hither, and listened in anxious expectation of the signal which might summon him to a night of transport.