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Piz. Right, Almagro ! Swift as thy thought, draw forth a daring and a chosen band—I will not wait for numbers. Stay, Almagro ! Valverde is informed Elvira dies to-day.
Alm. He is—and one request alone she -
Alm. The boon is small 'tis but for the noviciate habít which you first beheld her in-she wishes not to suffer in the gaudy trappings which remind her of her shame.
Piz. Well, do as thou wilt—but tell Valverde, at our return, as his life shall answer it, to let me hear that she is dead.
[Exeunt severally. Scene III.-ATALIBA's Tent. Enter ATALIBA, followed by CORA and ALONZO. Cora. Oh! avoid me not, Ataliba! To whom but to her king, is the wretched mother to address her griefs? The gods refuse to hear my prayers ! Did not my Alonzo fight for thee? and will not my sweet boy, if thou'lt but restore him to me, one day fight thy battles too?
Alon. Oh! my suffering lovemy poor heart-broken Cora ! -thou but wound'st our sovereign's feeling soul, and not reliev'st thy own.
Cora: 'Is he our sovereign, and has he not the power to give me back my child ?
Ata. When I reward desert, or can relieve my people, I feel what is the real glory of a king-when I hear them suffer, and cannot aid them, I mourn the impotence of all mortal power.
Soldiers. [Without.] Rolla! Rolla ! Rolla ! Enter Rolla, bleeding, with the CHILD, followed by PERUVIAN
SOLDIERS. Rol. Thy child ! [Gives the Child into Cora's arms, and falls. Cora. Oh, God! there's blood upon him! Rol. 'Tis my blood, Cora ! Alon. Rolla, thou diest! Rol. For thee, and Cora.
[Dies. Enter ORANO. Ora. Treachery has revealed our asylum in the rocks. Even now the foe assails the peaceful band retired for protection there.
Alon. Lose not a moment! Soldiers, be quick! Your wives and children cry to you. Bear our loved hero's body in the van: 'twill raise the fury of our men to madness. Now, fell Pizarro ! the death of one of us is near! Away! Be the word of assault, Revenge and Rolla !
SCENE IV.-A Recess among the Rocks.
Where do Rolla and Alonzo hide their heads ?
Enter ALONZO, ORANO, and PERUVIAN WARRIORS. Alon. Alonzo answers thee, and Alonzo's sword shall speak for Rolla.
Piz. Thou knowest the advantage of thy numbers. Thou darest not singly face Pizarro.
Alon. Peruvians, stir not a man! Be this contest only ours.
Piz. Spaniards ! observe ye the same.—[Charge. They fight. Alonzo's shield is broken, and he is beat down.] Now, traitor, to thy heart !
[At this moment Elvira enters, habited as when PIZARRO
first beheld her. PIZARRO, appalled, staggers back. ALONZO renews the fight and slays him. Loud shouts from the PERUVIANS.
Enter ATALIBA. Ata. My brave Alonzo !
[Embraces ALONZO. Alm. Alonzo, we submit. Spare us! we will embark, and leave the coast.
Val. Elvira will confess I saved her life ; she has saved thine. Alon. Fear not. You are safe.
[SPANIARDS lay down their arms. Elv. Valverde speaks the truth; nor could he think to meet me here. An awful impulse, which my soul could not resist, impelled me hither.
Alon. Noble Elvira ! my preserver! How can I speak what I, Ataliba, and his rescued country, owe to thee! If amid this grateful nation thou wouldst remain
Elv. Alonzo, no! the destination of my future life is fixed. Humble in penitence, I will endeavour to atone the guilty errors, which, however masked by shallow cheerfulness, have long consumed my secret heart. When, by my sufferings purified and penitence sincere, my soul shall dare address the Throne of Mercy in behalf of others, for thee, Alonzo, for thy Cora, and thy child, for thee, thou virtuvus monarch, and the innocent race thou reignest over, shall Elvira's prayers address the God of Nature.— Valverde, you have preserved my life. Cherish humanity, avoid the foul examples thou hast viewed.Spaniards, returning to your native home, assure your rulers they mistake the road to glory or to power. Tell them that the
pursuits of avarice, conquest, and ambition, never yet made a people happy, or a nation great.
[Casts a look of agony on the dead body of PIZARRO as
she passes, and exit. Flourish of trumpets. VALVERDE, ALMAGRO, and SPANISH SOLDIERS, exeunt,
bearing off PIZARRO's body. Alon. Ataliba I think not I wish to check the voice of triumph, when I entreat we first may pay the tribute due to our loved Rolla's memory.
[A solemn march. Procession of PERUVIAN SOLDIERS,
bearing Rolla's body on a bier, surrounded by military trophies. The PRIESTS and PRIESTESSES attending chant a dirge over the bier. ALONZO and CORA kneel on either side of it, and kiss ROLLA'S hands in silent
agony. The curtain slowly descends.
WRITTEN BY THE HON. WILLIAM LAMB,
SPOKEN BY MRS. JORDAN.
The sigh of comfort, to affliction dear,
Oye, who listen to the plaintive strain,