Idali. (To Amazili) I believe he means to address us.
Amazili. How he fixes his eyes upon us!—Let us hasten back.
Idali. Come, Cora, the High-Priestess sent us to seek for you.
Alonzo. Pray come nearer, pious virgins!
Juan. And receive the homage due to your charms.
Idali. (To Amazili.) Shall we run away?
Amazili. Yes; let us fly. (Neither of them stir.)
Cora. I will go with you directly. But why do you stand there so bashfully among the trees?—Come here, sisters.
Idali. Oh no, not among men.
Juan. Men!—Fair maidens! how came you to suppose us men? Three of us are only Spaniards, and the other will readily withdraw, if you wish to avoid his presence. (He makes a sign to Rolla, who immediately retires into the entrance of his cave.) Are you still afraid, sweet maidens?