Alonzo. Do not believe her, she would deceive you.
Cora. I alone am guilty.
Alonzo. On me must your sentence be pronounced.
Cora. Release him, he is innocent.
Alonzo. Shall the weakness of woman be punished?—No, let the man make atonement.
Cora. Oh no!—for the love of heaven! (The High-Priest turns aside to conceal his emotions.)
Xaira. Silence!—Who can extract the truth amid this confusion?—Let one only speak.
High-Priest. Cora begin!—Alonzo, do you remain silent.
Cora. The first time that I saw this young man was in the temple. I immediately employed every artifice to attract his attention,—I always made the longest pauses wherever he was standing, and contrived various means to continue near him—I drew aside my veil whenever I passed him, and endeavoured by expressive glances to excite his affections.
Alonzo. ’Tis false!—Her eyes were always cast downwards!