Alonzo. Tell him all!—let him know the fatal consequence of your weakness, and my guilt!—tell him—
Cora. Yes, Rolla, it is true.
Rolla. What!—how!—Oh thoughtless girl!—And you, Alonzo, were you so ignorant of our customs that—ye gods!—ye gods!—my children you must fly!—instantly fly!
Juan. But whither?
Alonzo. Ah, Rolla, save her!
Cora. (Terrified) Is this really esteemed so high a crime here below, altho’ the gods above do not regard it as an offence.
Rolla. How much my whole frame is shaken with horror!—I am at this moment scarcely capable of thought!—Cora, do you love him?
Cora. As my own soul.
Rolla. And are you certain that in his arms repentance will never corrode your peace, but that you can live and die contentedly as his wife?
Cora. ’Tis all I wish.