Rolla. (Contemptuously.) Indeed!
Alonzo. And should I ever perceive the slightest ground for suspicion that thou wert capable of betraying Cora—observe, Rolla, though I respect and honour thee, yet I assure thee both by my God, and thy own, that I would take thy life without remorse.
Rolla. I will not swear.
Alonzo. Rolla, I entreat it once more!—What am I to think of this refusal?—See how I am shaken to my very soul—every limb trembles—my veins swell—and I can scarcely breathe for anguish. In mercy then swear.
Rolla. I will not swear.
Alonzo. (Drawing his sword in a rage, and pressing upon Rolla.) Die then!
Juan. (Catching him hastily by the arm) Is reason again gone astray?—Hold! hold!—are you a knight?
Alonzo. Stand off, or my sword shall dispatch thee also! (He struggles to break away from Don Juan, while Rolla continues immoveable and unconcerned.)
Juan. This storm of passion is too mighty for me!—I can restrain him no longer—Rolla, defend thyself!