Diego. (Brandishing his sword) Two to one!—I am your man for that!
Alonzo. Secure him I say! we are betrayed!
Juan. A single unarmed man! (He returns his sword into the scabbard.)
Alonzo. (Quitting Cora, who is not yet recovered, draws his sword and rushes down the hill towards Rolla, who keeps his eyes immoveably fixed upon Cora) Then I must myself.—
Juan. (Seizing him by the arm) Hold, my friend—or rather my enemy, if you move a step.
Alonzo. My God, Velasquez, have you lost your senses? We are betrayed! you risk Cora’s life! (Endeavouring to break away from him.)
Juan. (Eagerly thrusting him back) Restrain your passion! (He goes up to Rolla.) Surely you are not unknown to me.—Is it not Rolla whom I behold?
Rolla. (Somewhat recovering himself.) I—who am I? Yes, my name is Rolla.
Juan. Rolla, the champion of his country?—Yes, it is he, and in him I salute one of the bravest and noblest of men.
Rolla. How is this? it is yet early morning! (Striking his hand upon his forehead.) Am I in a dream? (After a pause, and fixing his eyes again stedfastly upon Cora) No!—By all the gods it is no dream?