Xaira. The brother at least.
Ataliba. Well, if it must be!—(Zorai is put in irons) Oh what misery is it to be king when one is compelled to punish! (Exit)
High-Priestess. (To the High-Priest) Hasten, thou first servant of our gods, hasten to avenge your masters, that this very evening the last rays of the declining sun may beam upon the grave which encloses Cora—Go, ye daughters of the sun, bow yourselves down in prayer, wash the altar with your tears, and conceal your blushing cheeks beneath sevenfold veils, till the disgrace with which our Order has been branded by that profligate stranger, be wholly effaced!—(Exit, followed by the Virgins of the Sun)
High-Priest. (Aside) Poor Rolla! (Exit)
Xaira. (To some of the other Priests) Go out at the northern gate, and prepare a grave in that waste and desolate spot which is distinguished by numerous heaps of stones.
Telasco. And let me be the first laid within it! [Exeunt Priests.
Xaira. (To the Guards) Lead the prisoners away.
Alonzo. (To Juan) Farewel, Velasquez!—When you return to our native country, bear my tenderest greetings to my poor mother; but be careful to conceal from her my unhappy story.
Telasco. (As he is seized by the guards) Whither would you drag me, old as I am?
Alonzo. Oh, Velasquez, this old man!—this unfortunate old man!