simplicity!—Oh sweetest of thy sex!

Cora. But, more still remains, my Alonzo. To-morrow is the grand festival of the sun—if on that day he rise in unveiled majesty, we always regard it as a joyful signal, that the gods are favourably disposed towards us, consequently that no dreadful crime can have called forth their anger. Then look up, Alonzo; cast thy eyes around the heavens; behold how the stars glitter; how blue and serene is every part within our view!—not a cloud threatens us—not a zephyr moves the trees—Oh we shall have a glorious morning!—One embrace then at parting—farewel!—Let Cora at her return find thee sleeping beneath these trees, and then will she awaken thee with a kiss. (She hastens back through the breach in the wall.)

Alonzo. (Who, sunk in astonishment and horror, has scarcely heard what Cora has been saying) Sweet, benevolent creature!—Oh I have been a villain, the worst of villains! Let me save her!—save her, if it be possible, before the flame shall burst out over her head!—Ah, it is too late! She is irrecoverably lost, and I can only die with her. (He leans against a tree with both hands upon his forehead.)

SCENE VII.—Diego enters from the right side, and seeing Alonzo, whistles with all his Strength.

Diego

Alonzo

Alonzo. (Turning round wildly, and grasping his sword) What is the matter?

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Juan. (Springing forwards from the left side) What is the matter?

Diego. Is it you, Don Alonzo?—Why did you not say immediately that it was you?

Juan. (Clapping Diego upon the shoulder) My friend, you must take a frightened hare for your device.

Diego. Better than a blind lion. Signor Velasquez, you knights consider it as one of the duties of your order to revile prudence as cowardice, in the same manner as we who cannot write, call all learned men, in derision, feather heroes. Did not you yourself order me to whistle whenever I should encounter any 

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