Alonzo. How can I be otherwise, royal Inca, while you continue to entertain me thus hospitably?
Ataliba. Which I shall never cease to do, as long as I behold you so worthy of my love. (To Velasquez) Well, Don Juan, do the troops that you are training make a rapid progress?
Juan. They are brave fellows;—they have arms of iron, and hearts of wax.
Ataliba. Oh that I could be certain of enjoying eternal peace!—then should those nervous arms be devoted to agriculture alone. (Turning to the High-Priest.) Is it not time that we go to the Temple?
High-Priest. We are all ready.
Chamberlain. (Approaching the king.) Sire, the old Telasco, governor of the castle of Antis, is arrived, and wishes to pay his homage to the first-born of the Sun.
Ataliba. My worthy Telasco!—Let him come in.
Alonzo. (Aside to Velasquez) Oh Juan!—my heart! my heart!
Juan. Do not betray yourself.