And by her sufferings heaven’s compassion win.
Rolla. Ye powers above!—what sounds are these!—they fall like a mountain upon my head! (The priests collect their tools, and prepare to depart) Speak, ye flinty-hearted men!—speak!—speak!—it is Rolla who entreats you!—Rolla entreats!—One who is not accustomed to solicitation entreats you to tell him the meaning of what he sees!—What has happened here?—for what purpose is this grave prepared?—and why do you sing that ill-omened song? (The priests are going, Rolla stamps on the ground) Stop, and speak, or dread the violence you will provoke! (Exeunt the Priests, Rolla is following them)
[1] The translator acknowledges her obligation to a friend, for the verification of these chorusses.
SCENE II.—Diego enters in great haste, and extreme agitation. Rolla stops on seeing him.
Rolla. Ha!—Surely I recollect you, my friend!—Were not you also present at my late interview with Alonzo?—Tell me then what has happened since he departed hence?—speak!—instantly speak?
Diego. See, I tremble in every limb. My poor unfortunate master!—Ah, he languishes in chains!
Rolla. And Cora?—Cora?
Diego. Probably shares his fate.—Don Juan must know more, for he was present during the whole scene.
Rolla. Don Juan!—I thank you for mentioning his name!—Where is he?—hasten, hasten to seek him!—Conduct him hither instantly!—I will wait here to receive him.—Begone, I entreat you!—the moments are precious! (Exit Diego) My agony is intolerable!—I am impatient to know all, yet tremble at the thoughts of what I may hear!—I can scarcely breathe for anguish!—Uncle, uncle, where are you? (Going)