Is it so early!—The sun is scarcely risen!—Alas, thus he sets and rises again, yet ever finds me wakeful!—But let me arm myself with patience, and the time will shortly come when he will find me sleeping for ever!—(_He sees Don Juan and Diego_) Who have we here?—two of the strangers who live among us—doubtless they have lost their way among these bushes, and have been overtaken by the night. I will awake them, and present them with refreshments;—yet first let me offer my morning prayers to thee, my Father! _ROLLA turns to the East, and as he raises his hands and eyes towards Heaven, suddenly espies the lovers kneeling upon the hill, at sight of whom, he utters a shriek of horror, and remains immoveable as if he had seen a spirit. CORA and ALONZO rise slowly with their faces still turned towards the sun, and sink into a silent embrace. ROLLA overpowered, exclaims with a voice almost suffocated with anguish, “CORA!!!” The lovers start affrighted, turn round, and look down—CORA sinks in a swoon upon the declivity of the hill.——ALONZO after hesitating a few moments whether to hasten down, or stay and assist CORA, at length decides on the latter, kneels by her, and endeavours to recover her. ROLLA trembling with agony, yet unable to stir from the spot, remains with his eyes fixed upon the lovers. ALONZO at length exclaims_ Velasquez! Diego! to arms! to arms! (_JUAN and DIEGO spring up, but are scarcely awake._) _Juan._ What is the matter? _Diego._ What is the matter? _Alonzo._ Seize him!—Don’t let him escape! _Juan and Diego._ (_Still staggering with sleep, yet endeavouring to draw their swords_) Where! whom! _Alonzo._ Seize him! secure him! he will escape! _Juan._ (_Recovering himself, and pointing to Rolla_) That man? that single man? _Diego._ (_Brandishing his sword_) Two to one!—I am your man for that! _Alonzo._ Secure him I say! we are betrayed! _Juan._ A single unarmed man! (_He returns his sword into the scabbard._) _Alonzo._ (_Quitting Cora, who is not yet recovered, draws his sword and rushes down the hill towards Rolla, who keeps his eyes immoveably fixed upon Cora_) Then I must myself.— _Juan._ (_Seizing him by the arm_) Hold, my friend—or rather my enemy, if you move a step. _Alonzo._ My God, Velasquez, have you lost your senses? We are betrayed! you risk Cora’s life! (_Endeavouring to break away from him._) _Juan._ (_Eagerly thrusting him back_) Restrain your passion! (_He goes up to Rolla._) Surely you are not unknown to me.—Is it not Rolla whom I behold? _Rolla._ (_Somewhat recovering himself._) I—who am I? Yes, my name is Rolla. _Juan._ Rolla, the champion of his country?—Yes, it is he, and in him I salute one of the bravest and noblest of men. _Rolla._ How is this? it is yet early morning! (_Striking his hand upon his forehead._) Am I in a dream? (_After a pause, and fixing his eyes again stedfastly upon Cora_) No!—By all the gods it is no dream?