Idali. That we found her talking with some Spaniards.
Juan. Oh you must not mention us, sweet girls! for the High-Priestess will be angry at your staying so long, and forbid your meeting us again—and you would like, I hope, to come here sometimes, and amuse us with your conversation.
Diego. (To Amazili) I have fallen so desperately in love with you, my little rogue, that I hope you will come and meet me again.
Amazili. (To Idali) What do you say, Idali?
Idali. I can’t tell.
Juan. Say rather that Cora had fallen asleep behind one of the pillars in the temple, and in the dusk of morning you did not perceive her.
Diego. Or that she was lying under the shade of the great palm-tree, in the court before the temple.
Amazili. Oh charming!
Idali. An excellent thought!
Cora. Come, let us hasten back.