_Ataliba._ Enough!—Come forwards, Cora!—and you, Alonzo! _High-Priest._ Ye gods, direct his noble heart! (_CORA and ALONZO come forwards trembling._) _Telasco._ (_To Zorai_) Support me, my son,—support me! (_ATALIBA after a solemn pause, with his right hand strikes the sword against the ground and breaks it, then with his left presents the palm-branch to CORA._) _Ataliba._ Be the law abolished, and Cora released! (_CORA sinks down in a swoon,—ALONZO throws himself by her—ROLLA springs up and presses the king wildly to his breast.—The HIGH-PRIEST raises his hands gratefully towards Heaven—TELASCO supported by ZORAI totters towards his daughter,—The people shout repeatedly, crying_) _All._ Long live the Inca!!! (_The Curtain falls._) END OF THE PLAY.