Xaira. (Coldly.) Yes, their blood be upon me!
High-Priest. Hither ye Priests! (The Priests assemble round him) I already read in their gloomy countenances the sentence I am to expect! (Aside.—After a few moments pause, in which he endeavours to assume resolution, he proceeds) You know the criminals and the crime—we wait your decision.
Xaira. What say the laws? (The High-Priest remains silent) I ask you what say the laws?
High-Priest. (After a conflict with himself, in suffocated voice) Death.
Xaira. (Solemnly and audibly) The laws pronounce sentence of death upon Cora and Alonzo.
All. Death!
High-Priest. (After a pause, and in a tone of resolution) I cannot give my sanction to this sentence, my opinion inclines to mercy; I feel that I am myself a mortal liable to error. Search your bosoms, my brethren, prove well your hearts, and if they in a low and gentle voice whisper mercy,—then join with me and cry aloud mercy!—mercy!
Xaira. What say the laws?—Death to Cora and Alonzo.
All. Death!
High-Priest. Then it must be as you decide.—Oh thou unknown God, look down upon us, observe that none of this blood stains my hands!—Bring hither the unfortunate victims of your blind zeal. (Exeunt two Priests on different sides) The rest of you lay the sword and a fresh branch of palm upon the altar. (They do as he directs) Now, Xaira, follow me to the king. (Exit, accompanied by Xaira)