Piz. Nor can I brook to see a warrior not have a cheek upon the valour of

of Rolla's fame disarmed Accept
this, though it has been thy enemy's.
[Gives a sword.]The Spaniards know
the courtesy that's due to valour.
Rol. And the Peruvian how to for-
get offence.

his heart, when he is reminded that a
word of mine is this child's death?
Rol. I do not understand you.
Piz. My vengeance has a long arrcar
of hate to settle with Alonzo!
and
this pledge may help to settle the ac-

Piz. May not Rolla and Pizarro count. cease to be foes?

Rol. When the sea divides us; yes!
-May I now depart?
Piz. Freely.

Rol. And shall I not again be intercepted?

Piz. No! let the word be given that Rolla passes freely.

Rol. Man! man!-Art thou a man?

- Couldst thou hurt that innocent? -By Heaven ! it's smiling in thy face. Piz. Tell me, does it resemble Cora? Rol. Pizarro! thou hast set my heart on fire.-If thou dost harm that child think not his blood will sink into the barren sand-No! - faithful to

Enter DAVILLA and Soldiers, with the eager hope that now trembles in

the Child.

this indignant heart, 'twill rise to the
commonGod of nature and humanity,
and cry aloud for vengeance on his
accursed destroyer's head.
Piz. Be that peril mine.

Dav. Here are two soldiers, cap tived yesterday, who have escaped from the Peruvian hold, and by the secret way we have so long endcaRol. [Throwing himself at his feet.] voured to discover. Behold me at thy feet-Me, Rolla!-em Piz. Silence, imprudent! Secst the preserver ofthy life!-Me,that have thou not-? [Pointing to ROLLA.. never yet bent or bowed before creatDav. In their way, they founded man! In humble agony I sue to Peruvian child, who seems- you-prostrate I implore you -but Piz. What is the imp to me? - Bid spare that child, and I will be your them toss it into the sea. slave.

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Rol. Gracious heavens ! it is Alonzo's Piz. Rolla! still art thou free to go-child!-give it to me. this boy remains with me. Piz. Ha! Alonzo's child!-Welcome, Rol. Then was this sword Heaven's

gift, not thine! [Seizes the Child.] we have acquired the knowledge of Who moves one step to follow me,dies the secret pass, which through the upon the spot. [Exit,with the Child. rocky cavern's gloom brings you at Piz. Pursue him instantly but once to the strong hold, where are spare his life. [Exeunt ALMAGRO and lodged their women and their treaSoldiers.] With what fury he defends sures. himself! Ha!-he fells them to the Piz. Right, Almagro ! Swift as thy ground-and nowthought draw forth a daring and a chosen band I will not wait for numbers.-Stay, Almagro ! Valverde is informed Elvira dies to-day? Alm. He is—and one request alone she

Enter ALMAGRO.

Alm. Three of your brave soldiers are already victims to your command to spare this madman's life; and if he once gains the thicket—

Piz. I'll hear of none.

Piz. Spare him no longer. [Exit ALMAGRO.] Their guns must reach him Alm. The boon is small-'tis but for —he'll yet escape-holloa to those the noviciate habit which you first horse-the Peruvian sees them—and beheld her in-she wishes not to sufnow he turns among the rocks- then is his retreat cut off. [ROLLA_crosses the wooden bridge

fer in the gaudy trappings, which remind her of her shame.

Piz. Well, do as thou wilt—but tell over the cataract, pursued by the Valverde, at our return, as his life Soldiers-they fire at him-a shot shall answer it, to let me hear that she strikes him-PIZARRO exclaims-is dead. Piz. Now! quick! quick! seize the child!

[ROLLA tears from the rock the tree which supports the bridge, and retreats by the back ground, bearing off the Child.]

Re-enter ALMAGRO. Alm. By hell! he has escaped!-and with the child unhurt.

[Exeunt, severally.

SCENE III.

ATALIBA's Tent.

Enter ATALIBA, followed by
CORA and ALONZO.

Cora. Oh! Avoid me not, Ataliba! To whom, but to her king, is the wretched mother to address her griefs? The gods refuse to hear my Dav. No―he bears his death with prayers! Did not my Alonzo fight for him Believe me, I saw him struck you?. And will not my sweet boy, upon the side. if thou'lt but restore him to me, one

Piz. But the child is saved-Alon-day fight thy battles too? zo's child! Oh! the furies of disappointed vengeance!

Alon. Oh! my suffering love-my poor heart-broken Cora! — you but Alm. Away with the revenge of wound our sovereign's feeling soul, words let us to deeds-Forget not and not relieve thy own.

[Exeunt. Charge. coast.

nor could he think to meet me here.-rice, conquest, and ambition, never An awful impulse which my soul yet made a people happy, or a nation could not resist impelled me hither. great. Alon. Noble Elvira! my preserver! How can I speak what I, Ataliba, and his rescued country, owe to thee! If amid this grateful nation thou wouldst remain—

Elv. Alonzo, no!-the destination of my future life is fixed. Ilumbled in penitence, I will endeavour to atone the guilty errors, which, however masked by shallow cheerfulness, have long consumed my secret heart -When, by my sufferings purified, and penitence sincere, my soul shall dare address the throne of mercy in behalf of others,—for thee, Alonzofor thy Cora,and thy child,-for thee, thou virtuous monarch, and the innocent race you reign over, shall Elvira's prayers address the God of nature. Valverde, you have preserved my life. Cherish humanity-avoid the foul examples thou hast viewed. -Spaniards returning to your native home, assure your rulers, they mistake the road to glory or to power.— Tell them, that the pursuits of aya

[Casts a look of agony on the dead body of PIZARRO as she passes, and

exit.

Flourish of trumpets.

[VALVERDE, ALMAGRO, and Spanish
Soldiers, exeunt, bearing off PI-
ZARRO's body.-On a signal from
ALONZO,flourish of music.

Alon. Ataliba! think not I wish to
check the voice of triumph-when I
entreat we first may pay the tribute
due to our loved Rolla's memory.
A solemn march- - Procession of
Peruvian Soldiers, bearing RoL→
LA's body on a bier, surrounded by
military trophies. The Priests and
Priestesses attending chant
dirge over the bier.-ALONZO and
CORA kneel on either side of it, and
kiss ROLLA's hands in silent agony
-In the looks of the King, and of
all present, the triumph of the day
is lost, in mourning for the fallen
hero,
[The curtain slowly
descends,

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EPILOGU E.

WRITTEN BY THE HON. WILLIAM LAMB.

ERE yet Suspense has still'd its throbbing The sigh, that sweet Compassion owns

With less solicitude engross the soul? Ah, no! your minds with kindred zeal approve Maternal feeling, and heroic love. Still lingers musing on the recent You must approve: where man exists