_Cora._ Can you have a more convincing proof that I only am the criminal, when you see me wholly unconcerned and unmoved by any emotions of repentance, while the stranger is bowed down with the weight of his remorse. I glory in my guilt, and here in the presence of the gods, in the presence of all these spectators, do I embrace my husband! (_She rushes up to Alonzo, and clasps him in her arms._) Now observe his tremor—he breaks from me, while I would still hang about him!—Can you then doubt any longer?—’Tis I,—I only am guilty. _Alonzo._ Cora! Cora! Think of what you are doing! _Cora._ Hear him, how he reproves, how he admonishes me!—Thus has he ever done, yet I would not listen to him, but regardless of his admonitions drew him with me into this abyss of misery. _Xaira._ Shameless woman?—Tear her from him! _Cora._ (_Returning to her former station_) Now pronounce sentence. _Xaira._ I shudder. _High-Priest._ Lead her away. _Alonzo._ (_Spreading out his arms towards Cora_) Farewel! _Cora._ We shall soon meet again. _Xaira._ In the hour of death. _Cora._ When a mightier power begins to spin the web of a more blest existence! _Xaira._ Lead her away. _Alonzo._ Farewel. _Cora._ We part on this side of the grave with bitter tears, to meet with smiles in the realms above. (_Cora and Alonzo are guarded out on different sides._) _Xaira._ Need we any farther proof?—my voice is for death!—death to both! _High-Priest._ (_Addressing the assembly with a mournful voice._) Follow me into the temple, and let us sacrifice to the gods. Meantime, weigh well in your hearts what you have seen and heard, and then as mortals, let us proceed to pass our judgment upon mortals. (_Exeunt omnes._) END OF THE FOURTH ACT. ACT V. SCENE I.—_The Inside of the Temple of the Sun—at the Back, the Image of the Sun upon an Altar raised some Steps above the Ground. The HIGH-PRIEST, XAIRA, and several other PRIESTS, the latter of whom are employed in the Back Ground in burning Incense, and preparing the Sacrifices. The HIGH-PRIEST advances to the Front of the Stage with XAIRA._ HIGH-PRIEST. Yet one word more, Xaira, ere, by pronouncing a hasty sentence, we profane the sacred name we bear. Are we not ministers of the divine favour? _Xaira._ And of the divine vengeance. _High-Priest._ Vengeance!—Can we suppose that the merciful God seeks vengeance on his creatures?—No, if this principle has been encouraged to awe the vulgar, we who are initiated into the mysteries of a purer doctrine, may speak to each other without reserve. _Xaira._ For what purpose?—and why at this moment? _High-Priest._ Because an error committed at this moment, may draw after it an eternity of misery to us both. _Xaira._ My conduct is the result of my conviction.