_Alonzo._ Stand off, or my sword shall dispatch thee also! (_He struggles to break away from Don Juan, while Rolla continues immoveable and unconcerned._) _Juan._ This storm of passion is too mighty for me!—I can restrain him no longer—Rolla, defend thyself! _Rolla._ Seek not to restrain him, I die willingly for Cora! (_During this scene Cora recovers from her swoon, and as she opens her eyes perceives the struggle. She starts up with the wildest anguish, rushes hastily down the hill, and throws herself into Rolla’s arms._) _Cora._ Alonzo, what would you do? _Alonzo._ It is for thee!—for thy sake alone!—Should he betray thee, we are lost. _Cora._ He betray me!—Rolla, my truest friend betray me!—He who was ever my defender, my intercessor, while I was yet a child,—who has so many times softened my mother’s rage when I had offended her!—Oh Rolla, you must remember it well? _Rolla._ But too well! _Cora._ And do you think that he would betray me? _Alonzo._ Why then did he refuse the oath I required? _Cora._ Had you cause sufficient to require an oath?—Look at those eyes!—are they not a stronger security for his faith than any oath? _Rolla._ (_Clasping her to his bosom._) Now let me die!—Let me, oh ye gods, die this very moment!—I am so happy;—so blessed!—Cora reposes confidence in me, I clasp her in my arms, I hear her voice once more!—Ah, five years have elapsed since I experienced such happiness, since I saw her except at an awful distance. _Cora._ (_Earnestly._) And I rejoice no less to see you again so near me!—In your presence all the happy days of my childhood seem to pass anew before my eyes—so many delightful images are present to my recollection.—— _Alonzo._ (_Leaning upon his sword, and betraying emotions of the most poignant jealousy_) Cora, what torments do you inflict upon me! _Cora._ Why are you tormented?—Oh you do not know how strong an affection I bear for Rolla!—When a youth he loved me, and we were destined for each other.—Yes, Rolla, is it not true that we were destined for each other? _Rolla._ Oh true, true indeed!—for your virtuous mother—but no more—had she not died so prematurely—who knows— _Cora._ Ah, dearest Alonzo, at that time I was continually turning his love into ridicule, because I knew not what it was to love. Forgive me, Rolla, I know it better now! Oh how often, and how grievously must I have tormented you!— _Rolla._ Grievously!—most grievously!—but let that be forgotten—this moment is so truly blessed!—